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 fave you, fir!

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

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Kath. The more my wrong, the more his spite What, did he marry me to famish me? [appears: Beggars, that come unto my father's door,

Upon entreaty, have a prefent alms;

If not, elsewhere they meet with charity:
But I,-who never knew how to entreat,
Nor never needed that I should entreat,―
Am ftarv'd for meat, giddy for lack of sleep;
With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fed:
10 And that which fpites me more than all these wants,
He does it under name of perfect love;

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Tra. Of Mantua, fir?-marry, God forbid!
And come to Padua, careless of your life? [hard. 15
Ped. My life, fir! how, I pray? for that goes
Tra. 'Tis death for any one in Mantua
To come to Padua; Know you not the cause?
Your ships are ftaid 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,
You might have heard it else proclaim'd about.
Ped. Alas, fir, it is worse for me than fo;
For I have bills for money by exchange
From Florence, and must here deliver them.
Tra. Well, fir, to do you courtesy,
This will I do, and this will I advise you ;—
Firft, tell me, have you ever been at Pisa?
Ped. Ay, fir, in Pisa have I often been;
Pifa, 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, fir; and, footh to say,
In countenance somewhat doth resemble you.
Bion. As much as an apple doth an oyster, and all

one.

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As who should fay,-if I fhould fleep, or eat,
Twere deadly fickness, or else present death.-
I pr'ythee go, and get me fome repaft;

[it.

I care not what, fo it be wholesome food.
Gru. What say you to a neat's foot?
Kath. 'Tis paffing good; I pr'ythee, let me have
Gru. I fear, it is too phlegmatick 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 cholerick.
What fay you to a piece of beef, and mustard?
Kath. A difh 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
reft.
[mustard,
Gru. Nay, then I will not; you shall have the
Or elfe you get no beef of Grumio.

Kath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt,
Gru. Why, then the mustard without the beef.
Katb. Go, get thee gone, thou falfe deluding slave,
[Beats bim.

That feed'ft me with the very name of meat:
Sorrow on thee, and all the pack of you,
35 That triumph thus upon my mifery !
Go, get thee gone, I fay.

[Afide.

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Tra. To fave your life in this extremity,
This favour will I do you for his fake;
And think it not the worst of all your fortunes,
That you are like to fir 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, fir; fo fhall you stay
'Till you have done your business in the city:
If this be courtesy, fir, accept of it.

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

Enter Petruchio and Hortenfio, quith meat. Pet. How fares my Kate? What, sweeting, all amort 2 ?

Hor. Miftrefs, what cheer?

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 pafs affurance of a dower in marriage
'Twixt me and one Baptifta's daughter here:
In all these circumftances I'll inftruct you:
Go with me, fir, to cloath you as becomes you.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.
Enter Katharine and Grumio.

Gru. No, no, forfooth; I dare not for my life. With filken coats, and caps, and golden rings,

That is, to make a conveyance or deed.

3 Meaning, has ended in nothing.

2 A gallicifm, meaning dejected, depreffed, spiritless.

Much good do it unto thy gentle heart!
Kate, eat apace:And now, my honey love,
Will we return unto thy father's house;
60 And revel it as bravely as the best,

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With ruffs, and cuffs, and fardingales, and things 1 ;|
With scarfs, and fans, and double change of bravery,
With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knavery.|
What, haft thou din'd? The taylor ftays thy leifure,
To deck thy body with his rustling treasure.—
Enter Taylor.

Come, taylor, let us see these ornaments;

Enter Haberdasher.

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Lay forth the gown.-What news with you, fir?
Hab. Here is the cap your worship did befpeak. 10
Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer;
A velvet difh ;—fye, fye! '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.

Pet. When you are gentle, you shall have one too, And not 'till then.

Her. That will not be in haste.

|Away, thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant;
Or I fhall fo be-mete 3 thee with thy yard,
As thou fhalt think on prating whilst thou liv'st!
I tell thee, I, that thou haft marr'd her gown.
Tay. Your worship is deceiv'd; the gown is made
Juft as my mafter had direction:

Grumio gave order how it should be done.

Gru. I gave him no order, I gave him the stuff.
Tay. But how did you defire it should be made?
Gru. Marry, fir, with needle and thread.
Tay. But did you not request to have it cut?
Gru. Thou haft fac'd many things 4.
Tay. I have.

Gru. Face not me: thou haft brav'd 5 many 15 men; brave not me; I will neither be fac'd, nor brav'd. I fay unto thee,-I bid thy mafter cut out the gown; but I did not bid him cut it to pieces: ergo, thou lieft.

Tay. Why, here is the note of the fashion to

[Afide. 20 teftity.

Pet. Why, thou fay'st true; it is a paltry cap, 30 A custard-coffin2, a bauble, a filken pye :

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. [us fee't.
Pet. Thy gown? why, ay:-Come, taylor, let 35
O mercy, God! what masking stuff is here?
What's this? a fleeve? 'tis like a demi-cannon:
What! up and down, carv'd like an apple-tart?
Here's fnip, and nip, and cut, and flish, and flash,
Like to a cenfer in a barber's fhop :—
[this 40
Why, what o' devil's name, taylor, call'ft thou
Hor. I fee, fhe's like to have neither cap nor

gown.

[Afide

Tay. You bid me make it orderly and well, According to the fashion, and the time.

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Pet. Why, true; he means to make a puppet of Tay. She fays, your worship means to make a 55 puppet of her.

Pet. Oh monstrous arrogance!
Thou lyeft, thou thread, thou thimble,
Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail,
Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter cricket thou :-- 60
Brav'd in mine own house with a skein of thread

Pet. Read it.

Gru. The note lies in his throat, if he fay I faid fo.
Tay. Imprimis, a loose-bodied goavn:

Gru. Mafter, if ever I faid loofe-body'd gown, fow me up in the skirts of it, and beat me to death with a bottom of brown thread. I faid, a gown. Pet. Proceed.

Tay. With a small compass'd cape®.
Gru. I confefs the cape.

Tay. With a trunk fleevez-
Gru. I confefs two fleeves.
Tay. The fleeves curiously cut.
Pet. Ay, there's the villany.

Gru. Error i' the bill, fir; error i'the bill. I commanded the fleeves should be cut out, and sow'd up again; and that I'll prove upon thee, though thy little finger be armed in a thimble.

Tay. This is true, that I fay; an I had thee in place where, thou should't know it.

Gru. I am for thee ftraight: take thou the bill,
give me thy mete-yard, and fpare not me. [no odds.
Hor. Cod-a-mercy, Grumio! then he shall have
Pet. Well, fir, in brief, the gown is not for me.
Gru. You are i' the right, fir; 'tis for my mistress.
Pet. Go, take it up unto thy master's use.
Gru. Villain, not for thy life: Take up my
niftrefs' gown for thy mafter's use!

Pet. Why, fir, what's your conceit in that?
Gru. Oh, fir, the conceit is deeper than you
think for:

Take up my mistress' gown unto his master's use!
Oh, fye, fye, fye!

Pet. Hortenfio, fay thou wilt fee the taylor
paid:
[Afide.

Go take it hence: be gone, and fay no more.

Hor. Taylor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-morTake no unkindness of his hafty words: [row: Away, I fay; commend me to thy master.

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

Meaning, trifles too infignificant to deserve enumeration. 2 This was the old culinary term for the raifed cruft of a custard. 3 i. e. be-measure. 4 i. e. turned up many garments with facings,

&c.

3 i.e. made many men fine, bravery being formerly used to fignify elegance of drefs. 6 i. e. a

round cape.

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 fun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour 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?
Oh, no, good Kate: neither art thou the worse
For this poor furniture, and mean array.
If thou account'ft it fhame, lay it on me:
And therefore, frolick; 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 horfes unto Long-lane end,
There will we mount, and thither walk on foot.-
Let's fee; I think, 'tis now fome feven o'clock,
And well we may come there by dinner-time.

Kath. I dare affure you, fir, 'tis almost two;
And 'twill be fupper-time, ere you come there.
Pet. It fhall be seven, ere I go to horse;
Look, what I fpeak, or do, or think to do,
You are still croffing it.-Sirs, let 't alone:
I will not go to-day; and ere I do,
It fhall be what o'clock I fay it is.

Hor. Why, fo! this gallant will command the fun.
[Exe. Petruchio, Katherina, and Hortenfio.
SCENE

IV.

Before Baptifta's Houfe.

Enter Tranio, and the Pedant dreffed like Vincentio.
Tra. Sir, this is the house; Please it you, that I call?
Ped. Ay, what else? and but I be deceiv'd,
Signior Baptifta may remember me,
Near twenty years ago, in Genoa,
Where we were lodgers at the Pegasus.

Tra. 'Tis well; and hold your own, in any cafe,
With fuch aufterity as longeth to a father.

Enter Biondello.

Ped. I warrant you: But, fir, here comes your 'Twere good, he were school'd.

[boy:

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.

Sir, by your leave; having come to Padua
To gather in fome debts, my fon 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 the 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, fir,-upon some agreement,
Me fhall you find ready and willing

5 With one confent to have her fo beftow'd:
For curious I cannot be with you,
Signior Baptifta, of whom I hear fo well.

Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say ;Your plainnefs, and your shortnefs, please me well. 10 Right true it is, your fon Lucentio here

Doth love my daughter, and the loveth him,
Or both diffemble deeply their affections:
And, therefore, if you say no more than this,—
That like a father you will deal with him,
15 And pafs my daughter a fufficient dower,
The match is made, and all is done :
Your fon fhall have my daughter with confent.
Tra. I thank you, fir. Where then do you
know beft,

20 We be affy'd; and fuch affurance ta'en,
As fhall with either part's agreement stand?

Bap. Not in my houfe, Lucentio; for, you
know,

Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants;
25 Befides, old Gremio is hearkening still;
And, happily 2, we might be interrupted.

Tra. Then, at my lodging, an it like you, fir:
There doth my father lie; and there, this night,
We'll país the business privately and well :
30 Send for your daughter by your fervant here,
My boy fhall fetch the fcrivener presently.
The worst is this,-that, at so flender warning,
You're like to have a thin and slender pittance.
Bap. It likes me well :-Cambio, hie you home,
35 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 the's like to be Lucentio's wife.
Luc. I pray the gods the may, with all my heart!
[Exit.
Tra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone.
Signior Baptifta, fhall I lead the way?
Welcome! one mefs is like to be your cheer:
Come, fir; we will better it in Pifa.

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45 Bap. I follow you.

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Bion. Cambio.--
Luc. What fay'ft thou, Biondello?
Bion. You faw my mafter wink and laugh upon
Luc. Biondello, what of that?

[Exeunt. [Lucentio return.

[you?

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

Luc. I pray thee, moralize them.

Bion. Then thus. Baptifta is fafe, talking with 55 the deceiving father of a deceitful fon. Luc. And what of him?

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Bion. The old priest at Saint Luke's church is at your command at all hours,

Luc. And what of all this?

Bion. I cannot tell; expect they are busied about

a counterfeit affurance; take you affurance of her,

65 cum privilegio ad imprimendum folum : to the church

1 Meaning, fcrupulous. i, e. accidentally, in which fenfe happily was used in Shakspeare's time.

take

Bion. I cannot tarry: I knew a wench married in an afternoon as fhe went to the garden for parfly to stuff a rabbet; and so may you, fir; and so adieu, fir. My mafter hath appointed me to go to Saint Luke's, to bid the priest be ready to come against you come 10 with your appendix. [Exit. Luc. I may, and will, if she be fo 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. [Exit. 15

Pet. Come on, o' God's name; once more to-20 Now I perceive, thou art a reverend father;

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My father's bears more toward the market-place;
Thither muft I, and here I leave you, fir.

Vin. You shall not chufe but drink before you go;
I think, I fhall command your welcome here,
And, by all likelihood, fome cheer is toward.

[Knocks.
Gre. They're busy within, you were best knock
louder.
[Pedant looks out of the qvindor.
Ped. What's he, that knocks as he would beat
down the gate?

Vin. Is fignior Lucentio within, fir?

Ped. He's within, fir, but not to be spoken withal. Vin. What if a man bring him a hundred pound or two, to make merry withal?

Tra. How now! what's the matter?

Bap. What, is the man lunatick ?

Tra. Sir, you feem a sober ancient gentleman by your habit, but your words fhew you a mad5man: Why, fir, what concerns it you, if I wear pearl and gold? I thank my good father, I am able to maintain it.

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Ped. Keep your hundred pounds to yourself; 15 he thall need none, so long as I live.

Pet. Nay, I told you, your fon was belov'd in Padua.-Do you hear, fir?-To leave frivolous circumstances, I pray you, tell fignior Lucentio, that his father is come from Pifa, and is here at 20 the door to speak with him.

Ped. Thou lieft; his father is come to Padua, and here looking out at the window.

Vin. Art thou his father?

Ped. Ay, fir; fo his mother fays, if I may be-25

lieve her.

Pet. Why, how now, gentleman! why, this is fiat knavery, to take upon you another man's

name.

Ped. Lay hands on the villain; I believe, 'a 30 means to cozen fomebody in this city under my

countenance.

Re-enter Biondello.

Bien. I have feen them in the church together; God fend 'em good shipping!-But who is here? 35 mine old mafter Vincentio? now we are undone, and brought to nothing.

Vin. Come hither, crack-hemp. [Seeing Biondello.
Bion. I hope, I may chufe, fir.

Vin. Come hither, you rogue; What, have you 40|| forgot me?

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

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

Bion. What, my worshipful old mafter? yes, marry, fir; fee where he looks out of the window. Vin. Is't fo indeed? [He beats Biondello. Bion. Help, help, help! here's a madman will murder me.

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[Exit. 50

Ped. Help, fon! help, fignior Baptista ! Pet. Pr'ythee, Kate, let's ftand afide, and fee the end of this controversy.

[They retire.

Re-enter below, the Pedant with fervants, Baptifta,

and Tranio.

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

Vin. What am I, fir? nay, what are you, fir?Oh, immortal gods! Oh, fine villain! a filken

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Vin. Thy father?-Oh villain! he is a failmaker in Bergamo.

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

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

Ped. Away, away, mad afs! his name is Lucentio; and he is mine only son, and heir to the lands of me fignior Vincentio.

Vin. Lucentio!-oh, he hath murdered his mafter!-Lay hold on him, I charge you, in the duke's name :-Oh, my fon, my fon!-tell me, thou villain, where is my fon Lucentio ?

Tra. Call forth an officer: carry this mad knave to the jail:-father Baptifta, I charge you, fee, that he be forth-coming.

Vin. Carry me to the jail!

Gre. Stay, officer; he shall not go to prifon. Bap. Talk not, fignior Gremio; I fay, he fhall go to prifon.

Gre. Take heed, fignior Baptifta, left you be coney-catched 2 in this bufinefs; I dare fwear, this is the right Vincentio.

Ped. Swear, if thou dar'ft.

Gre. Nay, I dare not fwear it.

Tra. Then thou wert beft fay, that I am not Lucentio ?

Gre. Yes, I know thee to be fignior Lucentio. Bap. Away with the dotard; to the jail with him. Vin. Thus ftrangers may be hal'd and abus`d:-Oh monitrous villain!

Re-enter Biondello, with Lucentio, and Bianca. Bion. Oh, we are spoiled, and-Yonder he is; deny him, forfwear him, or else we are all undone. [Exeunt Biondello, Tranio, and Pedant. [Kneeling

Luc. Pardon, fweet father.

Vin. Lives my sweet son?

Bian. Pardon, dear father.

Bap. How haft thou offended?

Where is Lucentio ?

Luc. Here's Lucentio,

Right fon unto the right Vincentio ;

That have by marriage made thy daughter mine,
While counterfeit fuppofes blear'd thine eyne.

Gre. Here's packing, with a witness, to deceive
us all!

Vin. Where is that damned villain, Tranio,
That fac'd and brav'd me in this matter fo?
Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio?
Bion. Cambio is chang'd into Lucentio.
Luc. Love wrought thefe miracles. Bianca's love

doublet! a velvet hofe! a fcarlet cloak! and a 60 Made me exchange my state with Tranio,

copatain hat!-Oh, I am undone! I am undone ! While I play the good husband at home, my son and my fervant spend all at the university.

While he did bear my countenance in the town;
And happily I have arriv'd at laft

Unto the wished haven of my blifs :

1 i. e. a hat with a very high conical crown. 2 i. e. tricked, cheated.

What