Signior Petruchio, will you go with us;
Or shall I send my daughter Kate to you?
Pel. I pray you do; I will attend her here,-
Exeunt BAPTISTA, GREMIO, TRANIO,
and HORTENSIO.

And woo her with some spirit when she comes.
Say, that she rail: Why, then I'll tell her plain,
She sings as sweetly as a nightingale:
Say, that she frown: I'll say, she looks as clear
As morning roses newly washed with dew:
Say, she will be mute, and will not speak a word;
Then I'll commend her volubility,

And say-she uttereth piercing eloquence:
If she do bid me pack, I'll give her thanks,

As though she bid me stay by her a week;

If she deny to wed, I'll crave the day

Enter KATHARINA.

Good-morrow, Kate; for that's your name, I hear. Kath. Well have you heard, but something hard of hearing

Nor hast thou pleasure to be cross in talk;
But thou with mildness entertain'st thy wooers;
With gentle conference, soft and aflable.
Why does the world report, that Kate doth limp?
slanderous world! Kate, like the hazel-twig,
Is straight and slender; and as brown in hue
As hazel-nuts, and sweeter than the kernels.

Pet.

Why, what's a moveable?

Kath. A joint-stool. Pet. 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, Kuth. 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 swam as you to catch; And yet as heavy as my weight should be. Pet. Should be! should buz. Kath. Well ta'en, and like a buzzard. Pet. O, slow-winged 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 too

angry.

Kath. If I be waspish, best beware of my sting.
Pet. My remedy is then to pluck it out.
Kath. Ay, if the fool could find it where it lies.
Pet. Who knows not where a wasp doth wear
his sting?

In his tail.
Kath. In his tongue.
Pet.

Whose tongue ?

Kath. Yours, if you talk of tails; and so farewell. Pet. What, with my tongue in your tail? nay come again,

Good Kate; I am a gentleman.
Kath.

That I'll try.
[Striking him.
Pet. I swear I'll cuff you, if you strike again.
Kath. So may you lose your arms:

If you strike me, you are no gentleman;
And if no gentleman, why, then no arms.
Pet. A herald, Kate 0, put me in thy books.
Kath. What is your crest! a coxcomb?
Pat. A combless cock, so Kate will be my hen.
Kath. No cock of mine, you crow too like a

let me see thee walk: thou dost not halt. Kath. Go, fool, and whom thou keep st command. Pet. Did ever Dian so become a grove, As Kate this chamber with her princely gait? O, be thou Dian, and let her be Kate; And then let Kate be chaste, and Dian sportful! Kath. Where did you study all this goodly

speech?

Pet. It is extempore, from my mother-wit. Kath. A witty mother! witless else her son. Pet. Am I not wise?

Kath.

Yes; keep you warm Pet. Marry, so I mean, sweet Katharine, in thy

bed:

And therefore, setting all this chat aside,
Thus in plain terms:-Your father hath consented
And, will you, nill you, I will marry you.
That you shall be my wife; your dow'ry 'greed on;
Now, Kate, I am a husband for your turn;
For, by this light, whereby I see thy beauty.
(Thy beauty, that doth make me like thee well,)
Thou must be married to no man but me:
And bring you from a wild-cat to a Kate
For I am he, am born to tame you, Kate;

Conformable, as other household Kates.
I must and will have Katharine to my wife.
Here comes your father; never inake denial;

Re-enter BAPTISTA, GREMIO, and TRANIO.
Bap. Now,

Signior Petruchio: How speed you with
My daughter?
Pet.

How but well, sir? how but well?
It were impossible I should speed amiss.
Bup. Why, how now, daughter Katharine ? in
your dumps?

Kath. Call you ine, daughter? now I promise you,
You have show'd a tender fatherly regard,
To wish me wed to one-half lunatic;

A mad-cap ruffian, and a swearing Jack,
That thinks with oaths to face the matter out.

Pel. Father, is thus,-yourself and all the world,
That talk'd of her, have talk'd amiss of her;
If she be curst, it is for policy:

For she's not froward, but modest as the dove;
She is not hot, but temperate as the morn;
For patience she will prove a second Grissel;
And Roman Lucrece for her chastity:

And to conclude,-we have 'greed so well together,
That upon Sunday is the wedding-day.
Kuth. I'll see tliee 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 myself;

If she and I be pleas'd, what's that to you!
'Tis bargain'd twixt us twain, being alone,
That she shall still be curst in company.

I tell you 'tis incredible to believe
How much she loves me : 0, the kindest Kate!
She hung about my neck; and kiss on kiss
She vied so fast, protesting oath on oath,

To vye and revye were terms at cards, now superseded by the word brag.

That in a twink she won me to her love.
O, you are novices! 'tis a world to see,
How tame, when men and women are alone,
A meacock wretch can make the curstest shrew.
Give me thy hand, Kate: I will unto Venice,
To buy apparel 'gainst the wedding-day :-
Provide the feast, father, and bid the guests;
I will be sure, my Katherine shall be fine.
Bap. I know not what to say; give me your
hands;

God send you joy, Petruchio! 'tis a match.

Gre. Tra. Amen, say we; we will be witnesses. Pet. Father, and wife, and gentlemen, adieu; I will to Venice, Sunday comes apace: We will have rings, and things, and fine array ; And kiss me, Kate, we will be married o'Sunday. [Exeunt PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA, severally. Gre. Was ever match clapp'd up so suddenly? Bap. 'Faith, gentleman, now I play a merchant's part,

And venture madly on a desperate mart.

Tra. 'Twas a commodity lay fretting by you: 'Twill bring you gain, or perish on the seas.

Bap. The gain I seek 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 neighbor, 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 1. 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;
Basons, and ewers, to lave her dainty hands;
My bangings all of Tyrian tapestry :

In ivory cotiers I have stuff d my crowns;

In cypress chests my arras, counterpoints,1
Costly apparel, tents, and canopies,

Fine linen, Turkey cushions, boss'd with pearl,
Valance of Venice gold in needle-work,
Pewter and brass, and all things that belong
To house, or housekeeping: then, at my farm,
I have a hundred milch-kine to the pail,
Six score fat oxen standing in my stalls,
And all things answerable to this portion.

Myself am struck in years. I must confess;
And, if I die to-morrow, this is hers,
If whilst I live, she will be only mine.
Tru. That only came well in-

-Sir, list to me;

I am my father's hear, and only son:
If I may have your daughter to my wife,
I'll leave her houses three or four as good,
Within rich Pisa walls, as any one
old signior Gremio has in Fadua;
Besides two thousand ducats by the year,
Of fruitful land, all which shall be her jointure.--
What, have I pinch'd you, signor Grenno?
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,3
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 gallasses, And twelve tight galhes: these i will assure her, And twice as inuch, whate'r thou offer st next.

Gre. Nay, I have oiler'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.
Bup. 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 tower?
Ira. That's but a cavil; he is old, I young.
Gre. And may not young men die as well as old?
Bup. Well, gentlemen,

I am thus resolv'd :--On Sunday next you know,
My daughter Katharine is to be married:
Now, on the Sunday following, shall Bianca
Be bride to you, if you make this assurance;
If not, to signior Gremio:

And so I take my leave, and thank you both.

[Exit. Gre. Adieu, good neighbor.-Now I fear thee not; Sirrah, young gamester, your father were a fool To give thee all, and in his waning age, Set foot under thy table: Tut! a toy! An old Italian fox is not so kind, my boy. Tra. A vengeance on your crafty, wither'd hide!

Yet I have faced it with a card of ten.

I see no reason, but suppos'd Lucentio

[Erit.

'Tis in my head to do my master good:

Must get a father, call'd-suppos'd Vicentio ;
And that's a wonder: fathers, commonly,
Do get their children; but in this case of wooing,
A child shall get a sire, if I fail not of my cunning
[E.cit.

SCENE I-A Room in Baptista's House. Enter LUCENTIO, HORTENSIO, and BIANCA. Luc. Fiddler, forbear; you grow too forward, sir: Have you so soon forgot the entertainment Her sister Katharine welcom'd you withal? Hor. But, wrangling pedant, this is The patroness of heavenly harmony; Then give me leave to have prerogative; And when in music we have spent an hour, Your lecture shall have leisure for as much.

Luc. Preposterous ass! that never read so far To know the cause why music was ordain'd! Was it not, to refresh the mind of man, After his studies, or his usual pain? Then give me leave to read philosophy, And while I pause, serve in your harmony. Hor. Sirrah, I will not bear these braves of thine. Bian. Why, gentlemen, you do me double wrong, To strive for that which resteth in my choice: I am no breeching scholar in the schools; I'll not be tied to hours, nor 'pointed times, But learn my lessons as I please myself. And to cut off all strife, here sit we down:

It is well worth seeing. A dastardly creature. 1 Coverings for beds; now called counterpanes. * No schoolboy, liable to be whipped.

Fye! doff this habit, shame to your estate,
An eye-sore to our solemn festival.

Tru. And tell us, what occasion of import
Hath all so long detained you from your wife,
And sent you hither so unlike yourself?

Pet. Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear:
Sufficeth, I am come to keep my word,
Though in some part enforced to digress;
Which, at more leisure, I will so excuse
As you shall well be satisfied withal.

But, where is Kate! I stay too long from her;
The morning wears, 'tis time we were at church.
Tra. See not your bride in these unreverent

robes:

Go to my chamber, put on clothes of mine.

Pet. Not I, believe me; thus I'll visit her.

Bap. But thus, I trust, you will not marry her. Pei. Good sooth, even thus; therefore have done with words;

To me she's married, not unto my clothes:
Could I repair what she will wear in me,
As I can change these poor accoutrements,
'Twere well for Kate, and better for myself.
But what a fool am I, to chat with you,
When I should bid good-morrow to my bride,
And seal the title with a lovely kiss!

[Exeunt PETRUCпIO, GRUMIO, and BIONDELLO.
Tra. He hath some meaning in his mad attire:
We will persuade him, be it possible,
To put on better ere he go to church.

Bup. I'll after him, and see the event of this.

Exit. Tra. But, sir, to her love concerneth us to add Her father's liking: Which to bring to pass, As I before imparted to your worship,

I am to get a man,-whate er he be,

It skills not much; we'll fit him to our turn,

And he shall be Vincentio of Pisa;
And make assurance, here in Padua,
Of greater sums than I have promised.
So shall you quietly enjoy your hope,
And marry sweet Bianca with consent.

Luc. Were it not that my fellow-schoolmaster
Doth watch Bianca's steps so narrowly,
'Twere good, methinks, to steal our marriage;
Which once perform'd, let all the world say.-no,
I'll keep mine own, despite of all the world.

Tra. That by degrees we mean to look into,
And watch our vantage in this business:
We'll over-reach the grey-beard, Greinio;
The narrow-prying father, Minola;
The quaint musician, amorous' Licio;
All for my master's sake, Lucentio.-
Re-enter GREMIO.

Signior Gremio, came you from the church!
Gre. As willingly as e'er I came from school.
Tra. And is the bride and bridegroom coming

home!

Gre. A bridegroom say you? 'tis a groom, indeed, A grumbling groom, and that the girl shall find. Tra. Curster than she? why, 'tis impossible. Gre. Why, he's a devil, a devil, a very fiend. Tra. Why, she's a devil, a devil, the devil's dam. Gre. Tut! she's a lamb, a dove, a fool to him. I'll tell you, sir Lucentio: When the priest Should ask-if Katharine should be his wife, Ay, by gogs-wouas, quoth he; and swore so loud, That, all amazed, the priest let fall the book: And, as he stooped again to take it up, The mad-brain'd bridegroom took hin such a cuff, That down fell priest and book, and book and priest; Now take them up, quoth he, if any list.

Tra. What said the wench, when he arose again? Gre. Trembled and shook; for why, he stamp'd,

and swore,

As if the vicar meant to cozen him.

But after many ceremonies done,
He calls for wine :-A health, quoth he; as if
He had been aboard carousing to his mates
After a storm:-Quaff'd off the muscadel,
And threw the sops all in the sexton's face;
Having no other reason,-

But that his beard grew thin and hungerly,
And seem'd to ask him sops as he was drinking.
This done, he took the bride about the neck;

Matters.

• Strange.

It was the custom for the company present to drink wine immediately after the marriage ceremony.

And kiss'd her lips with such a clamorous smack,
That, at the parting, all the church did echo.
I, seeing this, came thence for very shame;
And, after me, I know the route is coming;
Such a mad marriage never was before:
Hark, hark! I hear the minstrels play.
Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, BIANCA, BAP.
TISTA, HORTENSIO, GRUMIO, and Train.
Pet. Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for

your pains:

[Music.

I know, you think to dine with me to-day,
And have prepar'd great store of wedding cheer;
But so it is, my haste doth call me hence,
And therefore here I mean to take my leave.

Bap. Is't possible, you will away to-night?
Pei. I must away to-day, betore night come:-
Make it no wonder; if you knew my business,
You would entreat ine rather go than stay;
And, honest company, I thank you all,
That have beheld me give away myself
To this most patient, sweet, and virtuous wife;
Dine with my father, drink a health to me;
For I must hence: and farewell to you all.
Tra. Let us entreat you stay till after dinner.
Pet. It may not be.

Gre.

Pet. It cannot be. Kath.

Pet. am content.

Kath.

Let me entreat you.

Let me entreat you.

Are you content to stay?

Pet. I am content you shall entreat me stay: But yet not stay, entreat me how you can. Kuth. Now, if you love me, stay.

Pet.

Grumio, my horses. Gru. Ay, sir, they be ready; the oats have eaten the horses.

Kuth. Nay, then,

Do what thou canst, I will not go to-day;
No, nor to-morrow, nor till I please myself.

The door is open, sir, there lies your way,

You may be jogging, whilst your boots are green;
For me, Tll not be gone, till I please myself:-
'Tis like, you ll prove a jolly surly groom,
That take it on you at the first so roundly.

Pet. O, Kate, content thee; prythee be not angry. Kath. I will be angry: What hast thou to do? Father, be quiet: he shall stay my leisure.

Gre. Ay, marry, sir: now it begins to work. Kath. Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner:I see, a woman may be made a fool, If she had not a spirit to resist.

Pet. They shall go forward, Kate, at thy com

mand:

Obey the bride, you that attend on her:
Go to the feast, revel and domineer,
Carouse full measures to her maidenhead,
But for my bonny Kate, she must with me.
Be mad and merry, or go hang yourselves;
Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret;

I will be master of what is mine own:
She is my goods, my chattels; she is my house,
My household stult, my field, my barn,
My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing;
And here she stands, touch her whoever dare;
I'll bring my action on the proudest he
That stops my way in Padua.-Grumio,
Draw forth thy weapon; we're beset with thieves;
Rescue thy mistress, if thou be a man :--
Fear not, sweet welch, they shall not touch thee,
I'll buckler thee against a million.
Kate:

[Exeunt PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, and GRUMIO. Bup. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones. Gre. Went they not quickly, I should die with laughing.

Tra. Of all mad matches, never was the like!
Luc. Mistress, what's your opinion of your sister?
Bian. That being mad herself, she's madiy mated.
Gre. I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated.
Bap. Neighbors and friends, though bride and
bridegroom wants

For to supply the places at the table,
You know, there wants no junkets at the feast;-
Lucentio, you shall supply the bridegroom's place;
And let Bianca take her sister's room.

Tra. Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it? Bup. She shall, Lucentio.- Come, gentlemen, let's go.

• Delicacies.

Enter GRUMIO.

Gru. Fye, fye, on all tired jades, on all mad masters, and all foul ways! Was ever man so beaten! was ever man so rayed 15 was ever man so weary? I am sent before to make a fire, and they are coming after to warm them. Now, were I not a little pot, and soon hot, my very lips might freeze to my teeth, my tongue to the roof of my mouth, my heart in my belly, ere I should come by a fire to thaw me-But, I, with blowing the fire, shall warm myself: for, considering the weather, a taller man than I will take cold. Holla, hoa! Curtis! Enter CURTIS.

Curt. Who is that, calls so coldly?

Gru. A piece of ice: If thou doubt it, thou mayst slide from my shoulder to my heel, with no greater a run but my head and my neck. A fire, good Curtis.

Curt. Is my master and his wife coming, Grumio? Gru. O, ay, Curtis, ay: and therefore fire, fire; cast on no water.

Curt. Is she so hot a shrew as she's reported? Gru. She was, good Curtis, before this frost; but thou know'st, winter tames man, woman, and beast; for it hath tamed my old master, and my new mistress, and myself, fellow Curtis.

Curt. Away, you three-inch fool! I am no beast. Gru. Am I but three inches? why, thy horn is a foot; and so long am I, at the least. But wilt thou make a fire, or shall I complain on thee to our mistress, whose hand (she being now at hand) thou shalt soon feel, to thy cold comfort, for being slow in thy hot office?

Curt. I prythee, good Grumio, tell me, How goes the world!

Gru. A cold world, Curtis, in every office but thine; and, therefore, fire: Do thy duty, and have thy duty; for my master and mistress are almost frozen to death.

Curt. There's fire ready: And therefore, good Grumio, the news?

Gru. Why, Jack boy! ho boy! and as much news

as thou wilt.

things of worthy memory; which now shall die in oblivion, and thou return unexperienced to thy grave. Curt. By this reckoning, he is more shrew than she.

Gru. Ay; and that, thou and the proudest of you all shall find, when he comes home. But what talk I of this?-call forth Nathaniel, Joseph, Nicholas, Philip, Walter, Sugarsop, and the rest: let their heads be sleekly combed, their blue coats brushed, and their garters of an indifferent kuit: let them curtsey with their left legs; and not presume to touch a hair of my master's horse-tail, till they kiss their hands. Are they all ready?

Curt. They are.

Gru. Call them forth.

Curt. Do you bear, ho! you must meet my master, to countenance my mistress.

Gru. Why, she hath a face of her own.
Curt. Who knows not that?

Gru. Thou, it seems; that callest for company to countenance her.

Curt. I call them forth to credit her.

Gru. Why, she comes to borrow nothing of them.
Enter several Servants.

Nath. Welcome home, Grumio.
Phil. How now, Grumio!
Jos. What, Grumio!
Nich. Fellow Grumio!
Nath. How now, old lad?

Gru. Welcome, you; - how now, you; - -what, you; - fellow, you-and thus much for greeting. Now, my spruce companions, is all ready and all things neat?

Nath. All things are ready: How near is our master?

Gru. E'en at hand, alighted by this; and therefore be not-Cock's passion, silence!- -1 hear my master.

Enter PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA.

Pet. Where be these knaves? What, no man at door,

To hold my stirrup, nor to take my horse!
Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip?

All Serv. Here, here, sir; here, sir.
Pet. Here, sir! here, sir! here, sir! here, sir!-

What, no attendance? no regard? no duty?
Where is the foolish knave I sent before?

Curt. How?

Gru. Here, sir; as foolish as I was before. Pet. You peasant swain! you whoreson malthorse drudge! Did I not bid thee meet me in the park, And bring along these rascal knaves with thee!

Gru. Nathaniel's coat, sir, was not fully made, And Gabriel's pumps were all unpink'd i the heel There was no links to color Peter's hat,

thereby hangs a tale.

Curt. Let's ha't, good Grumio.

Gru. Lend thine ear.

Curt. Both on one horse?
Gru. What's that to thee?
Curt, Why, a horse.

Gru. Tell thou the tale :- -But hadst thou not crossed me, thou shouldst have heard how her horse fell, and she under her horse; thou shouldst have heard in how miry a place: how she was bemoiled; how he left her with the horse upon her; how he beat me because her horse stumbled; how she waded through the dirt to pluck him off me; how he swore; how she prayed that never prayed before; how I cried; how the horses ran away; how her bridle • Striped. 1 Bemired.

There were none fine, but Adam, Ralph, and Gregory;

The rest were ragged, old, and beggarly;
Yet, as they are, here are they come to meet you.
Pet. Go, rascais, go, and fetch my supper in.-
(Exeunt some of the Servants
Where is the life that late I led-
[Sings
Where are those- -Sit down, Kate, and welcome
Soud, soud, soud !◄

Re-enter Servants with Supper.
Why, when, I say? Nay, good sweet Kate, be
merry.
Off with my boots, you rogues, you villains;
When?

It was the friar of orders gray,

[Sings

As he forth walked on his way:Out, out, you rogue! you pluck my foot awry : Take that, and mend the plucking off the other.[Strikes him.

Be merry, Kate :-Some water, here; what, ho!

2 Not different one from another. A torch of pitch. 4 A word coined by Shakspeare to express the noise made by a person heated and fatigued.