SCENE I. ACT THE SECOND. The same. A room in Baptista's house. Enter KATHARINA and BIANCA. Bian. Good sister, wrong me not, nor wrong yourself, To make a bondmaid and a slave of me; Whom thou lov'st best: see thou dissemble not. Kath. Minion, thou liest; Is't not Hortensio? Bian. If you affect him, sister, here I swear, I'll plead for you myself, but you shall have him. Kath. O then, belike, you fancy riches more; You will have Gremio to keep you fair. Bian. Is it for him you do envy me so? Nay, then you jest; and now I well perceive, You have but jested with me all this while : I pr'ythee, sister Kate, untie my hands. Kath. If that be jest, then all the rest was so. [Strikes her. Enter BAPTISTA. Bap. Why, how now, dame! whence grows this insolence? Bianca, stand aside;-poor girl! she weeps:Go ply thy needle; meddle not with her.For shanie, thou hilding of a devilish spirit, Why dost thou wrong her that did ne'er wrong thee? When did she cross thee with a bitter word? Kath. Her silence flouts me, and I'll be reveng'd. [Flies after Bianca. Bap. What, in my sight?-Bianca, get thee in. [Exit Bianca. Kath. Will you not suffer me? Nay, now I see, She is your treasure, she must have a husband; I must dance bare-foot on her wedding-day, And, for your love to her, lead apes in hell. Talk not to me; I will sit and weep, Till I can find occasion of revenge. go [Exit Katharina. Bap. Was ever gentleman thus griev'd as I? But who comes here? Enter GREMIO, with LUCENTIO in the habit of a mean man; PETRUCHIO, with HORTENSIO as a Musician; and TRANIO, with BIONDELLO bearing a lute and books. Gre. Good-morrow, neighbour Baptista. Bap. Good-morrow, neighbour Gremio: God save you, gentlemen! Pet. And you, good sir! Pray, have you not a daughter Call'd Katharina, fair, and virtuous ? Bap. I have a daughter, sir, call'd Katharina. I am a gentleman of Verona, sir, ncss Of that report, which I so oft have heard. [Presenting Hortensio. Bap. You're welcome, sir; and he, for your good sake: But for my daughter Katharina,-this I know, you Pet. Petruchio is my name; Antonio's son, A man well known throughout all Italy. Bap. I know him well: you are welcome for his sake. Gre. Saving your tale, Petruchio, I pray, Let us, that are poor petitioners, speak too : Baccare! you are marvellous forward. Pet. O, pardon me, signior Gremio; I would fain be doing. Gre. I doubt it not, sir; but you will curse your wooing. Neighbour, this is a gift very grateful, I am sure of it. To express the like kindness myself, that have been more kindly beholden to you than any, I freely give unto you this young scholar, [Presenting Lucentio.] that hath been long studying at Rheims; as cunning in Greek, Latin, and other languages, as the other in musick and mathematicks: his name is Cambio; pray, accept his service. welcome, good Cambio.-But, gentle sir, [To Bap. A thousand thanks, signior Gremio: Tranio.] methinks, you walk like a stranger; May I be so bold to know the cause of your coming? Tra. Pardon me, sir, the boldness is mine | But be thou arm'd for some unhappy words. own; That, being a stranger in this city here, Nor is your firm resolve unknown to me. I may have welcome 'mongst the rest that woo, Tra. Of Pisa, sir; son to Vincentio. You shall go see your pupils presently. Sirrah, lead Enter a Servant. These gentlemen to my daughters; and tell them both, These are their tutors; bid them use them well. [Exit Servant, with Hortensio, Lucentio, and Biondello. We will go walk a little in the orchard, And so I pray you all to think yourselves. Pet. Signior Baptista, my business asketh haste, And every day I cannot come to woo. Pet. Ay, to the proof; as mountains are for winds, That shake not, though they blow perpetually. Re-enter HORTENSIO, with his head broken. Bap. How now, my friend? why dost thou look so pale? Hor. For fear, I promise you, if I look pale. Bap. What, will my daughter prove a good musician? And woo her with some spirit, when she comes. Say, that she frown; I'll say, she looks as clear Pet. And, for that dowry, I'll assure her of Her widowhood, be it that she survive me,In all my lands and leases whatsoever : Let specialties be therefore drawn between That covenants may be kept on either hand. Bup. Ay, when the special thing is well obtain'd, This is, her love; for that is all in all. I am as peremptory as she proud-minded; Bap. Well may'st thou woo, and happy be thy speed! And say she uttereth piercing eloquence: But here she comes; and now, Petruchio, speak. Kath. Well have you heard, but something hard of hearing; They call me Katharine, that do talk of inc. Pet. You lie, in faith; for you are call'd plain And bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst; Kath. Mov'd! in good time: let him, that mov'd you hither, Remove you hence; I knew you at the first, Kath. A joint-stool. Pet. Why, what's a moveable? Thou hast hit it: come, sit on me. Kath. Asses are made to bear, and so are you. Pet. Women are made to bear, and so are you. Kath. No such jade, sir, as you, if me you mean. Pet. Alas, good Kate! I will not burden thee: For, knowing thee to be but young and light, Kath. Too light for such a swain as you to catch; And yet as heavy as my weight should be. Kath. Well ta'en, and like a buzzard. Pet. O, slow-wing'd turtle! shall a buzzard take thee? Kath. Ay, for a turtle; as he takes a buzzard. Pet. Come, come, you wasp; i'faith, you are Pet. What, with my tongue in come again, Good Kate; I am a gentleman. Kath. your tail? nay, That I'll try. If you strike me, you are no gentleman; craven. Pet. Nay, come, Kate, come; you must not look so sour. Kath. It is my fashion, when I see a crab. Pet. Why, here's no crab; and therefore look not sour. Kath. There is, there is. 'Tis with cares. I care not. Pet. Nay, hear you, Kate: in sooth, you 'scape not so. Kath. I chafe you, if I tarry; let me go. Pet. No, not a whit; I find you passing gentle. 'Twas told me, you were rough, and coy, and sullen, And now I find report a very liar; For thou art pleasant, gamesome, passing cour teous; But slow in speech, yet sweet as spring-time flowers: Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look askance, Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will; Pet. Did ever Dian so become a grove, Pet. It is extempore, from my mother-wit. That you shall be my wife; your dowry 'greed on; Re-enter BAPTISTA, GREMIO, and TRANIO. Signior Petruchio: How speed you with you, You have show'd a tender fatherly regard, That talk'd of her, have talk'd amiss of her; For she's not froward, but modest as the dove; That upon Sunday is the wedding day. Kath. I'll see thee hang'd on Sunday first. Gre. Hark, Petruchio! she says, she'll see thee hang'd first. Tra. Is this your speeding? nay, then, good night our part! Pet. Be patient, gentlemen; I choose her for If she and I be pleas'd, what's that to you? How much she loves me: O, the kindest Katc!- : Give me thy hand, Kate: I will unto Venice, God send you joy, Petruchio! 'tis a match. And venture madly on a desperate mart. Tra. 'Twas a commodity lay fretting by you: 'Twill bring you gain, or perish on the scas. Bap. The gain I seck is quiet in the match. Gre. No doubt, but he hath got a quiet catch. But now, Baptista, to your younger daughter;Now is the day we long have looked for; I am your neighbour, and was suitor first. Tra. And I am one, that love Bianca more Than words can witness, or your thoughts can' guess. Gre. Youngling! thou canst not love so dear as I. Tra. Grey-beard! thy love doth freeze. Gre. But thine doth fry. Skipper, stand back; 'tis age, that nourisheth. Tra. But youth, in ladies' eyes that flourisheth. Bap. Content you, gentlemen; I'll compound this strife: 'Tis deeds, must win the prize; and he, of both, That can assure my daughter greatest dower, Shall have Bianca's love. Say, signior Gremio, what can you assure her? Gre. First, as you know, my house within the city Is richly furnished with plate and gold; In ivory coffers I have stuff'd my crowns; Sir, list to me, year, Gre. Two thousand ducats by the year, of land! My land amounts not to so much in all: That she shall have; besides an argosy, That now is lying in Marseilles' road:What, have I chok'd you with an argosy? Tra. Gremio, 'tis known, my father hath no less Than three great argosies; besides two galliasses, And twelve tight gallies: these I will assure her, And twice as much, whate'er thou offer'st next. Gre. Nay, I have offer'd all, I have no more; And she can have no more than all I have ;If you like me, she shall have me and mine. Tra. Why, then the maid is mine from all the world, By your firm promise; Gremio is out-vied. Bap. I must confess, your offer is the best; And, let your father make her the assurance, She is your own; else, you must pardon me: If you should die before him, where's her dower? Tra. That's but a cavil; he is old, I young. Gre. And may not young men dic, as well as old? Bap. Well, gentlemen, Set foot under thy table: Tut! a toy! ACT THE THIRD. SCENE I. A room in Baptista's house. Enter LUCENTIO, HORTENSIO, and BIANCA. Luc. Fiddler, forbear; you grow too forward, sir: Ilave Bian. Why, gentlemen, you do me double To strive for that, which resteth in my choice: ment. Bian. Where left we last? Luc. Hac ibut, as I told you before, Simois, I am Lucentio, hic est, son unto Vincentio of Pisa,-Sigeia tellus, disguised thus to get your love;-Hic steterut, and that Lucentio that comes a wooing, Priami, is my man Tranio,regia, bearing my port,-celsa senis, that we might beguile the old pautalcou. Hor. Madam, my instrument's in tune. Bian. Let's hear; O fye! the treble jars. [Returning. [Hortensio plays. Luc. Spit in the hole, man, and tune again. Bian. Now let me see if I can construe it : Hac ibat Simois, I know you not; hic est Sigeia tellus, I trust you not;-Hic steterat Priami, take heed he hear us not;-regia, presume not; -celsa senis, despair not. Hor. Madam, 'tis now in tune. All but the base. Hor. The base is right; 'tis the base knave, that jars. How fiery and forward our pedant is! Bian. In time I may believe, yet I mistrust. acides. Was Ajax, call'd so from his grandfather. Bian. I must believe my master; else, I pro I mise you, should be arguing still upon that doubt: But let it rest. Now, Licio, to you :Good masters, take it not unkindly, pray, That I have been thus pleasant with you both. Hor. You may go walk, [To Lucentio.] and give me leave awhile; My lessons make no musick in three parts. And watch withal; for, but I be deceiv'd, [Aside. trade: Hor. Madam, before you touch the instrument, A re, to plead Hortensio's passion; |