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Where's my spaniel Troilus? - Sirrah, get you hence,

And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither :[Exit Servant. One, Kate, that you must kiss, and be acquainted with.Where are my slippers?-Shall I have some water? [A bason is presented to him. Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily:[Servant lets the ewer fall. You whoreson villain! will you let it fall? [Strikes him. Kath. Patience, I pray you; 'twas a fault unwilling.

Pet. A whoreson beetle-headed, flap-ear'd knave! Come, Kate; sit down; I know you have a stomach. Will you give thanks, sweet Kate; or else shall 1?What is this? mutton?

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Fel. 'Tis burnt; and so is all the meat; What dogs are these ?-Where is the rascal cook? How durst you, villains, bring it from the dresser, And serve it thus to me that love it not? There, take it to you, trenchers, cups and all:


Throws the meat, &c. about the stage. You heedless joltheads, and unmanner'd slaves! What, do you grumble? I'll be with you straight. Kath. I pray, you husband, be not so disquiet; The meat was well, if you were so contented. Pet. I tell thee, Kate, twas burnt and dried away; And I expressly am forbid to touch it. For it engenders choler, planteth anger; And better 'twere, that both of us did fast,Since of ourselves, ourselves are choleric,Than feed it with such over-roasted flesh. Be patient; to-morrow it shall be mended, And, for this night, we'll fast for company: Come, I will bring thee to thy bridal chamber. Ereunt PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, and CURTIS. Nath. Advancing.] Peter, didst ever see the like? Peter. He kills her in her own humor

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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-gorged,
For then she never looks upon her lure.
Another way have I 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
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 clamor keep her still awake.
This is the way to kill a wife with kindness;
And thus I'll curb her mad and headstrong humor :
He that knows better how to tame a shrew,
Now let him speak; 'tis charity to shew.


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Luc. While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of my heart. [They retire. Hor. Quick proceeders, marry! Now, tell me, I You that durst swear that your mistress Bianca Lov'd none in the world so well as Lucentio.


I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful.
Tra. O despiteful love! unconstant woman-kind;

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 :9
Know, sir, that I am call'd-Hortensio.

Tra. Signior Hortensio, I have often heard
Of your entire allection to Bianca;
And since my eyes are witness of her lightness,
I will with you,-if you be so contented,-
Forswear Bianca and her love for ever.

Hor. See, how they kiss and court!-

Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow-
Never to woo her more; but to forswear her,
That I have fondly flattered her withal.
As one unworthy all the former favors


Tra. And here I take the like unfeigned oath,Ne'er to marry with her though she would entreat : Fie on her! see, how beastly she doth court him. Hor. 'Would all the world, but he, had quite forsworn!

For me, that I may surely keep mine oath,
I will be married to a wealthy widow,
AS I have lov'd this proud disdainful haggard:
Ere three days pass; which hath as long lov'd me,
And so farewell, signior Lucentio.-

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,
Shall win my love-and so I take my leave,
In resolution as I swore before.



Tra. Mistress Bianca, bless you with such grace As longeth to a lover's blessed case! Nay, I have ta'en you napping, gentle love; And have forsworn you with Hortensio. Bian. Tranio, you jest: But have you both forsworn me?

Tra. Mistress, we have.

Then we are rid of Licio.
Tra. I'faith, he'll have a lusty widow now,
That shall be woo'd and wedded in a day.
Bian. God give him joy!

Tra. Ay, and he'll tame her.
He says so, Tranio.
Tra. 'Faith he is gone unto the taming-school.
Bian. The taming-school! what, is there such a

That teacheth tricks eleven and twenty long,-
Tra. Ay, mistress, and Petruchio is the master;
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 angell coming down the hill, Will serve the turn.


What is he, Biondello?
Bion. Master, a mercatante, or a pedant,
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.
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? Despicable fellow.

A merchant or a schoolmaster.

1 Messenger.

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?


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 corne, You might have heard it else proclaim'd about. Ped. 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 Písa? 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 him; A merchant of incomparable wealth.

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.


Tra. To save your life in this extremity, This favor will I do 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.


SCENE III-A Room in Petruchio's House.

Gru. No, no, forsooth: I dare not for my life.
Kath. The more my wrong, the more his spite

What, did he marry me to famish me?
Beggars, that come unto my father's door
Upon entreaty, have a present alms;

If not, elsewhere they ineet with charity:
But I,-who never knew how to entreat,
Nor never needed that I should 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 prythee go, and get me some repast;

I care not what, so it be wholesome food.

Gru. What say you to a neat's foot!

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I am sure, sweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks.
What, not a word? Nay then, thou lov'st it not;
And all my pains is sorted to no proof:-
Here, take away this dish.


'Pray you, let it stand. Pet. The poorest service is repaid with thanks; And so shall mine before you touch the meat. Kath. I thank you, sir.

Hor. Signior Petruchio, fye! you are to blame. Come, mistress Kate, I'll bear you company.

Pet. Eat it up all, Hortensio, if thou lov st me.[Aside.

Much good do it unto thy gentle heart!
Kate, eat apace:-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;
With scarfs, and fans, and double change of


With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knavery.
What, hast thou dined? 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 walnut shell,
A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap;
Away with it, come, let me have a bigger.

Kath. I'll have no bigger; this doth fit the time,
And gentlewomen wear such caps as these.
Pef. When you are gentle, you shall have one too,
And not till then.
That will not be in haste. [Aside.
Kath. Why, sir. I trust, I may have leave to speak;
And speak I will; I am no child, no babe;
Your betters have endured 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;
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 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.

Pel. Thy gown? why ay: Come, tailor, let us see't.
O mercy, God! what masking stuff is here?
What's this! a sleeve! 'tis like a demi-cannon:
What! up and down, cary'd like an apple-tart?
Here's ship, and nip, and cut, and slish, and slash,
Like to a censers in a barber's shop:-

Kath. Tis passing good; I prythee let me have it. Why, what, o'devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this?

Gru. I fear it is too choleric a meat:

How say you to a fat tripe, finely broil'd?

Kath. I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me. 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 mustard


Gru. Nay, then I will not; you shall have the mustard,

Or else you get no beef of Grumio.

Kath. Then both or one, or any thing thou wilt. Gru. Why then the mustard without the beef. Kath. Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding slave, [Beats him. That feed'st me with the very name of meat:

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



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 home, 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-fashion'd gown, More quaint, more pleasing, nor more commendable;

Belike, you mean to make a puppet of me. 3 Dispirited; a Gallicism.

• Finery.

A coffin was the culinary term for raised crust. 6 These censers resembled our braziers in shape. 1 Curious.

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Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail,
Thou dea, thou nit, thou winter cricket thou:-
Braved 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!
1 tell thee, I, that thou hast marr'd her gown.

Tai. Your worship is deceiv'd; the gown is made
Just as my master had direction:

Grumio gave order how it should be done.

Gru. I gave him no order, I gave him the stuff.
Tai. But how did you desire it should be, made?
Gru. Marry, sir, with needle and thread.
Tai. But did you not request to have it cut?
Gru. Thou hast faced many things.
Tai. I have.

Gru. Face not me: thou hast brav'd many men; brave not me: I will neither be faced nor braved. I say unto thee,-I bid thy master cut out the gown; but did I not bid him cut to pieces: ergo,

thou liest.

Tai. Why, here is the note of the fashion to testify.
Pet. Read it.

Gru. The note lies in his throat, if he says I said so.
Tai. Imprimis, a loose-bodied gown:

Gru. Master, if ever I said loose-bodied gown,
sew me in the skirts of it, and beat me to death
with a bottom of brown thread: I said, a gown.
Pet. Proceed.

Tai. With a small compassed cape;

Gru. I confess the cape.

Tai. With a trunk sleeve;

Gru. I confess two sleeves.

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

Gru. Error i'the bill, sir; error i'the bill. I 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 shouldst know it. Gru. I am for thee straight; take thou the bill, give me the mete-yard, and Hor. God-a-mercy, Grumio not me. then he shall have

no odds.

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 I say it is.


Hor. Why, so! this gallant will command the
SCENE IV.-Padua. Before Baptista's House.
Enter TRANIO, and the Pedant dressed like

Tra. Sir, this is the house: Please it you, that I

Ped. Ay, what else? and, but I be deceived,
Signior Baptista may remember me,

Near twenty years ago, in Genoa, where
We were lodgers at the Pegasus.

'Tis well;

And hold your own, in any case, with such
Austerity as 'longeth to a father.


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 thoroughly, 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

Here comes Baptista :-set your countenance, sir.-
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,
mis-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 bestowed;
For curious? I cannot be with you,
Signior Baptista, of whom I hear so well.

Pet. Well, sir, in brief, the gown is not for me.
Gru. You are the right, sir: 'tis for my mistress.
Pet. Go take it up unto thy master's use.
Gru. Villain, not for thy life: Take up my
tress gown for thy master's use!

Pet. Why, sir, what's your conceit in that?
Gru. O, sir, the conceit is deeper than you think


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

Pet. Hortensio, say thou wilt see the tailor
paid :-
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 honor peereth in the meanest habit.
What, is the jay more precious than the lark,
Because his feathers are more beautiful?
Or is the adder better than the eel,
Because his painted skin contents the eye?
0, no. good Kate: neither art thou the worse
For this poor furniture, and mean array.
If thou account'st it shame, lay it on me:
And therefore frolic; we will hence forthwith,
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 foot.-
⚫Measuring yard.

8 Be-measure.

Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say ;-
Your plainness, and your shortness, please me well.
Right true it is, your son, Lucentio here,
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 consent.
Tra. I thank you, sir. Where then do you know

We be affied; and such assurance ta'en,
As shall with either part's agreement stand?
Bap. Not in my house, Lucentio; for you knew,
Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants:
Besides, old Gremio is hark'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;

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And, if you will, tell what hath happened:-
Lucentio's father is arrived 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 gone.
Signior Baptista, shall I lead the way?
Welcome! one mess is like to be your cheer:
Come, sir; we'll better it in Pisa.


I follow you. [Exeunt TRANIO, Pedant, and BAPTISTA. Bion. Cambio,Luc. What say'st thou, Biondello? Bion. You saw my master wink and laugh upon you?

Luc. Biondello, what of that?

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

Luc. I pray thee, moralize them.

Kath. Then, God be blessed, 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 named, even that it is;
And 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.
Good morrow, gentle mistress: Where away?—
Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too,
Hast thou beheld 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!-
Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's sake.
Hor. 'A will make the man mad, to make a

Bon. Then thus. Baptista is safe, talking with Fair lovely maid, once more good day to thee :the deceiving father of a deceitful son.

Luc. And what of him?

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 Saint Luke's church is at Whither away; or where is thy abode ? 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:

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

But, bid Bianca farewell for ever and a day.


Luc. Hear'st thou, Biondello?
Bion. I cannot tarry: I knew a wench married
in an afternoon as she went to the garden for pars-
ley 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. [Exit.

Luc. I may, and will, if she be so contented:
She will be pleas'd, then wherefore should I doubt?
Hap what hap may, I'll roundly go about her.
It shall go hard, if Cambio go without her.

SCENE V.-A public Road.


Pet. Come on, o'God's name; once more toward
our father's,

Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the moon!
Kath. The moon! the sun; it is not moonlight


Pet. I say, it is the moon that shines so 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

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.
I know it is.
Pet. Nay, then you lie; it is the blessed sun.

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

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

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


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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;
Besides, 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 pleasure,
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 truth hereof;
For our first merriment bath made me jealous.


Hor. Well, Petruchio, this hath put me in heart.
Have to my widow; and if she be froward,
Then hast thou taught Hortensio to be untoward.


SCENE I-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.


Pet. Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's house,
My father's bears more toward the market place;
Thither must I, and here I leave you, sir.

Vin. You shall not choose but drink before 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 knock louder

Enter Pedant above, at a window. Ped. What's he, that knocks as he would beat down the gate?

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.

Pei. 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 his 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 counte



Bion. I have seen them in the church together: 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, have you forgot me? Biom. 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! here's a madman will [Exit.

murder me.

Ped. Help, son! help, signior Baptista! [Exit from the window. Pet. Prythee, Kate, let's stand aside, and see the end of this controversy. [They retire. Re-enter Pedant below; BAPTISTA, TRANIO, and


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

Vin. What am I, sir? nay what are you, sir?— O immortal gods! O fine villain! A silken doublet! a velvet hose! a scarlet cloak! and a copatain hat! . 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 to you, if I wear 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, mad ass! his name is Lucentio; and he is mine only son, and heir to the lands of me, signior Vincentio.

Vin. Lucentio! O, he hath murdered his master! -Lay hold on him, I charge you, in the duke's name:-0, 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 gaol :-Father Baptista, I charge you, see that he be forthcoming. Via. Carry me to the gaol!

Gre. Stay, officer: he shall not go to prison. Bip. Talk not, signior Gremio; I say he shall go to prison.

Gre. Take heed, signior Baptista, lest you be cheated in this business; I dare swear, this is the right Vincentio,

A hat with a conical crown.

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Bion. O, we are spoiled, and - Yonder he is;
deny him, forswear him, or else we are all undone.
Luc. Pardon, sweet father.
Lives my sweetest son?
[BIONDELLO, TRANIO, and Pedant run out.
Bian. Pardon, dear father.
How hast thou offended!-
Where's Lucentio ?

Here's Lucentio,
Right son unto the right Vincentio;
That have by marriage made thy daughter mine,
While counterfeit supposes blear'd thine eyne.
Gre. Here's packing, with a witness, to deceive
us all!

Vin. Where is that damned villain Tranio, That faced and braved me in this matter so ? Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio? Bun. Cambio is changed into Lucentio. Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's love Made me exchange my state with Tranio. While he did bear my countenance in the town; And happily I have arrived at last what Tranio did, myself enforced him to; Unto the wished haven of my bliss:Then pardon him, sweet father, for my sake.

Vin. I'll slit the villain's nose, that would have sent me to the gaol.

Bap. But do you hear, sir? [To LUCENTIO.] Have you married my daughter without asking my good-will?


Vin. Fear not, Baptista; we will content you, go to: But I will in, to be revenged for this villany." Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this knavery. [Exit. Luc. Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not [Exeunt Luc., and BIAN. Gre. My cake is dough: But I'll in among the



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thee, love, stay.

Pet. Is not this well?-Come, my sweet Kate; Better once than never, for never too late. [Exit.

SCENE II-A Room in Lucentio's House.


Luc. At last, though long, our jarring notes agree; And time it is, when raging war is done, To smile at 'scapes and perils overblown.My fair Bianca, bid my father welcome, While I with self-same kindness welcome thine:Brother Petruchio,-sister Katharina,And thou, Hortensio, with thy loving widow, Feast with the best, and welcome to my house; My banquet is to close our stomachs up, After our great good cheer. Pray you, sit down, For now we sit to chat as well as eat.

[They sit at table. Pet. Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat! Bap. Padua affords this kindness, son Petruchio.

Deceived thine eyes.

Tricking, underhand contrivances.

Proverbial expression, repeated after a disappoint


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