The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare

Pet. Thus have I politicly begun my reign,
And 'tis my hope to end successfully:
My falcon now is sharp, and passing empty;
And, till she stoop, she must not be full-gorg'd,
For then she never looks upon her lure.*
Another way I have to man my haggard, +
To make her come, and know her keeper's call,
That is, to watch her, as we watch these kites,
That bate, and beat, and will not be obedient.
She eat no meat to-day, nor none shall eat ;
Last night she slept not, nor to-night she shall
not;

As with the meat, some undeserved fault
I'll find about the making of the bed;
And here I'll fling the pillow, there the bolster,
This way the coverlet, another way the sheets:
Ay, and amid this hurly, I intend, 9
That all is done in reverend care of her;
And, in conclusion, she shall watch all night :
And, if she chance to nod, I'll rail, and brawl,
And with the clamour keep her still awake.
This is a way to kill a wife with kindness,
And thus I'll curb her mad and headstrong hu

I pray,

You that durst swear that your mistress Bianca Lov'd none in the world so well as Lucentio. Tra. O despiteful love! unconstant woman kind!

I tel thee, Licio, this is wonderful.

Hor. Mistake no more: I am not Licio,
Nor a musician, as I seem to be;

But one that scorn to live in this disguise,
For such a one as leaves a gentleman,
And makes a god of such a cullion :
Know, Sir, that I am call'd-Hortensio.

Tra. Signior Hortensio, I have often heard
Of your entire affection to Bianca;

And since mine eyes are witness of her light

ness,

I will with you,-if you be so contented,-
Forswear Bianca and her love for ever.
Hor. See, how they kiss and court-Signier
Lucentio,

ter;

That teacheth tricks eleven and twenty long,To tame a shrew, and charm her chattering tongue.

Enter BIONDELLO, running,

Bion. O master, master, I have watch'd so long

That I'm dog-weary; but at last I spied
An ancient angel coming down the hill,
Will serve the turn.

Tra. What is he, Biondello?

Bion. Master, a mercatanté, or a pedant,t I know not what; but formal in apparel, In gait and countenance surely like a father. Luc. And what of him, Tranio ? Tra. If he be credulous and trust my tale, I'll make him glad to seem Vincentio; And give assurance to Baptista Minola, As if he were the right Vincentio. Take in your love, and then let me alone. [Exeunt LUCENTIO and BIANCA. Enter a PEDANT.

Ped. God save you, Sir ! Tra. And you, Sir, you are welcome. Travel you far on, or are you at the furthest ? Ped. Sir, at the furthest for a week or two: But then up further; and as far as Rome; And so to Tripoly, if God lend me life. Tra. What countryman, I pray? Ped. Of Mantua.

Tra. Of Mantua, Sir?-marry, God forbid ! And come to Padua, careless of your life? Ped. My life, Sir ! how, I pray? for that goes

hard.

Tra. 'Tis death for any one in Mantua To come to Padua; Know you not the cause? Your ships are staid at Venice; and the duke (For private quarrel 'twixt your duke and him,) Hath publish'd and proclaim'd it openly: 'Tis marvel; but that you're but newly come,

• A thing stuffed to look like the game which the hawk You might have heard it else proclaimi'd about.

was to pursue.

To tame my wild hawk.

✰ Flutter.

6 Pretend.

¡Despicable fellow.

P.d. Alas! Sir, it is worse for me than so; For I have bills for money by exchange From Florence, and must here deliver them. Tra. Well, Sir, to do you courtesy, This will I do, and this will I advise you ;First, tell me, have you ever been at Pisa? Ped. Ay, Sir, in Pisa have I often been; Pisa, renowned for grave citizens.

Tra. Among them, know you one Vincentio ? Ped. I know him not, but I have heard of A merchant of incomparable wealth. [him; Tra. He is my father, Sir; and, sooth to say, In countenance somewhat doth resemble you. Bion. As much as an apple doth an oyster, and all one. [Aside.

Tra. To save your life in this extremity, This favour will I do you for his sake: And think it not the worst of all your fortunes, That you are like to Sir Vincentio, His name and credit shall you undertake, And in my house you shall be friendly lodg'd:Look, that you take upon you as you should; You understand me, Sir;-so shall you stay Till you have done your business in the city: If this be courtesy, Sir, accept of it.

Ped. O Sir, I do; and will repute you ever The patron of my life and liberty.

Tra. Then go with me, to make the matter good.

This, by the way, I let you understand ;My father is here look'd for every day, To pass assurance of a dower in marriage 'Twixt me and one Baptista's daughter here: In all these circumstances I'll instruct you: Go with me, Sir, to clothe you as becomes you. [Exeunt.

SCENE III-A Room in PETRUCHIO'S

House.

Enter KATHARINA and GRUMIO. Gru. No, no; forsooth; I dare not, for my life.

Kath. The more my wrong, the more his

spite appears:

What, did he marry me to famish me?
Beggars, that come into my father's door,
Upon entreaty have a present alms;
If not, elsewhere they meet with charity:
But I,-who never knew how to entreat,-
Am starv'd for meat, giddy for lack of sleep:
With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fed:
And that which spites me more than all these
wants,

He does it under name of perfect love;

As who should say,-if I should sleep, or eat,
'Twere deadly sickness, or else present death.-
I pr'ythee go, and get me some repast:

I care not what so it be wholesome food.
Gru. What say you to a neat's foot?

Enter PETRUCHIO with a dish of meat; and
HORTENSIO.

Pet. How fares my Kate? What, sweeting,
all amort?"

Hor. Mistress, what cheer?

Kath. 'Faith, as cold as can be.

Pet. Pluck up thy spirits, look cheerfully

Come, mistress Kate, I'll bear you company. Pet. Eat it up all, Hortensio, if thou lov'st [Aside.

me.

Much good do it unto thy gentle heart!
Kate, eat a pace :-And now, my honey love,
Will we return unto thy father's house;
And revel it as bravely as the best,
With silken coats, and caps, and golden rings,
With ruffs, and cuffs, and farthingales, and
things;
[bravery,+
With scarfs, and fans, and double change of
With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knavery,
What, hast thou din'd? The tailor stays thy
leisure,

To deck thy body with his ruffling treasure.

Enter TAILOR.

Come, tailor, let us see these ornaments;
Enter HABERDASHER.

Lay forth the gown.-What news with you,
Sir ?

Hab. Here is the cap your worship did bespeak.

Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer? A velvet dish;-fie, fie! 'tis lewd and filthy: Why, 'tis a cockle, or a walnutshell,

A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap;
Away with it, come, let me bave a bigger.
Kath. I'll have no bigger; this doth fit the
time,

And gentlewomen wear such caps as these.
Pet. When you are gentle you shall have one
And not till then.
[too,
[Aside.

Hor. That will not be in baste.
Kath. Why, Sir, I trust I may have leave to

speak;

And speak I will; I am no child, no babe :

Kath. 'Tis passing good; 1 pr'ythee let me Your betters have endur'd me say my mind;

And, if you cannot, best you stop your ears.
My tongue will tell the anger of my heart;
Or else my heart, concealing it, will break :
it And, rather than it shall, I will be free
Even to the uttermost, as I please, in words.
Pet. Why, thou say'st true; it is a paltry

Gru. I cannot tell; I fear, 'tis choleric.
What say you to a piece of beef, and mustard ?
Kath. A dish that I do love to feed upon.
Gru. Ay, but the mustard is too hot a little.
Kath. Why, then the beef, and let the mus-

tard rest.

cap,

A custard coffin, † a bauble, a silken pie:
I love thee well, in that thou lik'st it not.
Kath. Love me, or love me not, I like the
cap;

And it I will have, or I will have none.
Pet. Thy gown? why, ay:-Come, tailor, let
us see't.

o mercy, God! what masking stuff is bere? What's this? a sleeve? 'tis like a demi-cannon:

What! up and down, carv'd like an apple-tart?
Here's snip, and nip, and cut, and slish, and
slash,
Like to a ceuser § in a barber's shop:-

Why, what, o'devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this?

Hor. I see, she's like to have neither cap nor

gown.

[Aside. Tai. You bid me make it orderly and well, According to the fashion, and the time.

Pet. Marry, and did; but if you be remember'd,

I did not bid you mar it to the time.
Go, hop me over every kennel hoine.
For you shall hop without my custom, Sir:
I'll none of it; hence, make your best of it.
Kath. I never saw a better-fashiou'd gown,
More quaint, more pleasing, nor more com-
mendable:

Belike, you mean to make a puppet of me.
Pet. Why, true; he means to make a puppet
of thee.

Tai. She says, your worship means to make a puppet of her.

Pet. O monstrous arrogance! Thou liest, thou thread,

Thou thimble,

[nail, Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter cricket thou :Brav'd in mine own house with a skein of thread!

Away, thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant ;
Or I shall so be-mete thee with thy yard,
As thou shalt think on prating whilst thou
liv'st!

I tell thee, I, that thou hast marr'd her gown.
Tai. Your worship is deceiv'd; the gown is
Just as my master had direction :
[made
Grumio gave order how it should be done.
Gru. I gave him no order, I gave him the

Tai. The sleeves curiously cut.
Pet. Ay, there's the villany.

Gru. Error i'the bill, Sir; error i'the bill. commanded the sleeves should be cut out, and sewed up again; and that I'll prove upon thee, though thy little finger be armed in a thimble. Tai. This is true, that I say; an I had thee in place where thou should'st know it.

Gru. I am for thee straight take thou the bill, and give me my mete-yard, || and spare not

Pet. Why, Sir, what's your conceit in that! Gru. O Sir, the conceit is deeper than you think for:

Take up my mistress' gown to his master's use ! O, fie, fie, tie !

Pet. Hortensio, say thou wilt see the tailor paid :[Aside. Go take it hence; be gone, and say no more. Hor. Tailor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to

morrow.

Take no unkindness of his hasty words: Away, I say; commend me to thy master. [Exit TAILOR.

Pet. Well, come, my Kate; we will unto your father's,

Even in these honest mean habiliments;
Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor :
For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;
And as the sun breaks through the darkest
clouds,

So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
What, is the jay more precious than the lark
Because bis feathers are more beautiful?
Or is the adder better than the eel,
Because his painted skin contents the eye?
O no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse
For this poor furniture, and mean array.
If theu account'st it shame, lay it on me :
And therefore, frolic; we will henceforth with,
To feast and sport us at thy father's house.-
Go, call my men, and let us straight to him;
And bring our horses unto Long-lane end,
There will we mount, and thither walk on
fool.-

Let's see; I think, 'tis now some seven o'clock,
And well we may come there by dinner time.

Kath. I dare assure you, Sir, 'tis almost two; And 'twill be supper time, ere you come there. Pet. It shall be seven, ere I go to horse: Look, what I speak, or do, or think to do, You are still crossing it.-Sirs, let't alone: I will not go to-day; and ere I do,

It shall be what o'clock 1 say it is. Hor. Why, so this gallant will command the [Exeunt.

sun.

Ped. I warrant you: But, Sir, here comes your boy;

'Twere good he were school'd.

Tra. Fear you not him, Sirrah, Biondello, Now do your duty throughly, I advise you; Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio.

Bion. Tut! fear not me.

Tra. But hast thou done thy errand to Baptista?

Bion. I told him, that your father was at

Venice;

And that you look'd for him this day in Padua. Tra. Thou'rt a tall fellow; hold thee that to drink.

Here comes Baptista:- set your countenance Sir.

Enter BAPTISTA and LUCENTIO, Signior Baptista, you are happily met :Sir, [To the PEDANT.]

This is the gentleman I told you of;

I pray you stand good father to me now,
Give me Bianca for my patrimony.

Ped. Soft, son !

Sir, by your leave; having come to Padua
To gather in some debts, my son Lucentio
Made me acquainted with a weighty cause
Of love between your daughter and himself:
And, for the good report I hear of you;
And for the love he beareth to your daughter,
And she to him,-to stay him not too long,
I am content, in a good father's care,

To have him match'd; and,-if you please to
like

No worse than I, Sir,-upon some agreement,
Me shall you find most ready and most willing
With one consent to have her so bestow'd;
For curious I cannot be with you,
Signior Baptista, of whom I hear so well.

Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say ;-
Your plainness, and your shortness, please me
Right true it is, your son Lucentio here [weil.
Doth love my daughter, and she loveth him,
Or both dissemble deeply their affections:
And, therefore, if you say no more than this,
That like a father you will deal with him,
And pass my daughter a sufficient dower,
The match is fully made, and all is done;
Your son shall have my daughter with con-

sent.

Tra. I thank you, Sir. Where then do you
know best,

We be affied and such assurance ta'en,
As shall with either part's agreement stand?
Bap. Not in my house, Lucentio; for, you
know,

Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants :
Besides, old Gremio is heark'ning still,
And, happily, we might be interrupted.

Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, Sir:
There doth my father lie; and there, this night,
We'll pass the business privately and well:
Send for your daughter by your servant here,
My boy shall fetch the scrivener presently.
The worst is this,-that, at so slender warning,
You're like to have a thin and slender pittance.
Bup. It likes me well-Cambio, hie you
home,

And bid Bianca make her ready straight;
And, if you will, tell what hath happened :-
Lucentio's father is arriv'd in Padua,
And how she's like to be Lucentio's wife.
Luc. I pray the gods she may, with all my
heart!

Tra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee
Signior Baptista, shall I lead the way? [gone.
Welcome! one mess is like to be your cheer:
Come, Sir; we'll better it in Pisa.

Bap. I follow you.

[Exeunt TRANIO, PEDANT, and BAPTISTA. Bion. Cambio.

Luc. What say'st thou, Biondello?

If this be not that you look for, I have no more to say,

But, bid Bianca farewell for ever and a day.

[Going.

Luc. Hear'st thou, Biondello? Bion. [ cannot tarry: I knew a wench married in an afternoon as she went to the garden for parsley to stuff a rabbit; and so may you, Sir; and so adieu, Sir. My master hath appointed me to go to Saint Luke's, to bid the priest be ready to come against you come with your appendix. [E.cit.

Luc. I may, and will, if she be so contented: She will be pleas'd, then wherefore should I doubt ?

Hap what may, I'll roundly go about her;
It shall go hard, if Cambio go without her.
[Exit.

SCENE V.-A public Road

Enter PETRUCHIO, KAYHARINA, and HOR

TENSIO

Pet. Come on, o'God's name; once more to-
ward our father's.

Good Lord, how bright and goodly
Kath. The moon! the sun; it is
light now.

[moon! shines the not moon

shines so

Pet. I say, it is the moon that
bright.
Kath. I know it is the sun that shines so
[bright.

Pet. Now, by my mother's son, and that's
myself,

It shall be moon, or star, or what I list,
Or ere I journey to your father's house :-
Go on, and fetch our horses back again.--
Evermore cross'd, and cross'd; nothing but
cross'd!

Hor. Say as he says, or we shall never go.
Kath. Forward, I pray, since we have come

so far,

And be it moon, or sun or what you please:
And if you please to call it a rush candle,
Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me.
Pet. I say, it is the moon.
Kath. I know it is.

Pet. Nay, then you lie; it is the blessed sun.
Kath. Then, God be bless'd, it is the blessed

sun :

But sun it is not, when you say it is not,
And the moon changes, even as your mind.
What you will have it nam'd, even that it is;
Aud so it shall be so, for Katharine.

Hor. Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is won.
Pet. Well, forward, forward: thus the bowl
should run,

And not unluckily against the bias.-
But soft; what company is coming here?
Enter VINCENTIO, in a travelling dress.

Rion. You saw my master wink and laugh Good-morrow, gentle mistress: Where away ?-upon you?

Luc. Biondello, what of that?

Bion. 'Faith nothing; but he has left me here behind, to expound the meaning or moral his signs and tokens.

Luc. I pray thee, moralize them.

Bion. Then thus. Baptista is safe, talking with the deceiving father of a deceitful son. Luc. And what of him?

[To VINCENTIO.
Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too,
Hast thou bebeld a fresher gentlewoman?
Such war of white and red within her cheeks!
What stars do spangle heaven with such beauty,
As those two eyes become that heavenly face?→
Fáir lovely maid, once more good day to thee :-
Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's sake.
Hor. 'A will make the man mad, to make a

Bion. His daughter is to be brought by you to woman of him. the supper.

Luc. And then ?

Kath. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and sweet,

Bion. The old priest at St. Luke's church is Whither away; or where is thy abode ? at your command at all hours. Luc. And what of all this?

Bion. I cannot tell; except they are busied about a counterfeit assurance: Take you assurance of her, cum privilegio ad imprimendum solum to the church;-take the priest, clerk, and some sufficient honest witnesses :

Happy the parents of so fair a child;
Happier the man, whom favourable stars
Allot thee for his lovely bed-fellow !

Pet. Why, how now, Kate! I hope thou art
not mad :

This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither'd ;
And not a maiden, as thou say'st he is.

Kath. Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes
That have been so bedazzled with the sun,
That every thing I look on seemeth green:
BU

Now I perceive thou art a reverend father;
Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad mistaking.
Pet. Do, good old grandsire; and, withal,
make kuown

Which way thou travellest; if along with us,
We shall be joyful of thy company.

Vin. Fair Sir,-and you my merry mistress,That with your strange encounter much amaz'd me;

My name is call'd-Vincentio; my dwelling-
Pisa ;

And bound I am to Padua ; there to visit
A son of mine, which long I have not seen.
Pet. What is his name?

Vin. Lucentio, gentle Sir.

Pet. Happily met; the happier for thy son. And now by law, as well as reverend age, I may entitle thee-my loving father; The sister to my wife, this gentlewoman, Thy son by this hath married: Wonder not, Nor be not griev'd; she is of good esteem, Her dowry wealthy, and of worthy birth; Beside, so qualified as may beseem The spouse of any noble gentleman. Let me embrace with old Vincentio :

And wander we to see thy honest son,

Who will of thy arrival be full joyous.

Vin. But is this true? or is it else your plea

sure,

Like pleasant travellers, to break a jest
Upon the company you overtake?

Hor. I do assure, thee, father, so it is. Pet. Come, go along, and see the trath hereof; For our first merriment hath made thee jealous. [Exeunt PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, and VINCENTIO. Hor. Well, Petruchio, this hath put me in heart.

Have to my widow; and if she be forward, Then hast thou taught Hortensio to be untoward. [Exit.

ACT V.

SCENE 1.-PADUA.-Before LUCENTIO'S

House. Enter on one side BIONDELLO, LUCENTIO, and BIANCA; GREMIO walking on the other side. Bion. Softly and swiftly, Sir: for the priest is ready.

Luc. I fly, Biondello: but they may chance to need thee at home, therefore leave us.

Bion. Nay, faith, I'll see the church o'your back; and then come back to my master as soon as I can. [Exeunt LUCENTIO, BIANCA, and BIONDELLO. Gre. I marvel Cambio comes not all this while.

you go;

I think, I shall command your welcome here, And, by all likelihood, some cheer is toward. [Knocks. Gre. They're busy within, you were best kuock louder.

Enter PEDANT abɔve, at a window. Ped. What's he, that knocks as he would beat down the gate f

Vin. Is signior Lucentio within, Sir? Ped. He's within, Sir, but not to be spoken withal.

Vin. What if a man bring him a hundred pound or two, to make merry withal ?

Ped. Keep your hundred pounds to yourself; he shall need none, so long as I live.

Pet. Nay, I told you, your son was beloved in Padua. Do you hear, Sir?-to leave frivolous circumstances,-I pray you, tell signior Lucentio, that his father is come from Pisa, and is here at the door to speak with him.

Ped. Thou liest; his father is come from Pisa and here looking out at the window. Vin. Art thou bis father?

Ped. Ay, Sir; so his mother says, if I may believe her.

Pet. Why, how now, gentleman! [To VINCEN.] why, this is flat knavery, to take upon you another man's name.

Ped. Lay hands on the villain; I believe 'a means to cozen somebody in this city under my

Bion. I have seen them in the church together; God send 'em good shipping!-But who is here? mine old master, Vincentio? now we are undone, and brought to nothing. Vin. Come hither, crack-hemp.

[Seeing BIONDELLO. Bion. I hope, I may choose, Sir. Vin. Come hither, you rogue: What, bave you forgot me ?

Bion. Forgot you? no, Sir: I could not forget you, for I never saw you before in all my life.

Vin. What, you notorious villain, didst thou never see thy master's father, Vincentio ?

Bion. What, my old, worshipful old master ? yes, marry, Sir; see where he looks out of the window.

Vin. Is't so, indeed ? [Beats BIONDELLO. Bion. Help, help, help, help! here's a madman will murder me (Exit. Ped. Help, son! help, signior Baptista!

[Erit from the window. Pet. Pr'ythee, Kate, let's stand aside, and see the end of this controversy. [They retire. Re-enter PEDANT below; BAPTISTA, TRANIO, and SERVANTS.

Tra. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my servant?

Vin. What am I, Sir? nay, what are you, Sir 1-0 immortal gods! O fine villain! A silken doublet! a velvet hose! a scarlet cloak! and a copatain hat! Oh! I am undone! I am undone while I play the good husband at home, my son and my servant spend all at the university.

Tra. How now ! what's the matter?
Bap. What, is the man lunatic?

Tra. Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman by your habit, but your words show you a madman: Why, Sir, what concerns it you, if I were pearl and gold? I thank my good father, I am able to maintain it.

Vin. Thy father? O villain! he is a sail maker in Bergamo.

Bap. You mistake, Sir; you mistake, Sir; Pray, what do you think is his name?

Vin. His name? as if I knew not his name: I have brought him up ever since he was three years old, and his name is-Tranio.

Ped. Away, away, and ass! his name is Lacentio and he is mine only son, and heir to the lands of me, signior Vincentio.

Vin. Lucentio! Oh! he hath murdered bis master!-Lay hold on him, I charge you, in the duke's name :-O my son, my son !—tell me, thou villain, where is my son Lucentio ?

Tra. Call forth an officer: [Enter one with an officer.] carry this mad knave to the jail:Father Baptista, I charge you see, that he be forthcoming.

Vin. Carry me to the jail!

Gre. Stay, officer; he shall not go to prison.

A hat with a conical crown.

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