And give assurance to Baptista Minola, 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. 5 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: 20 Tra. Of Mantua, fir?-marry, God forbid! Tra. Among them, know you one Vincentio ? Tra. He is my father, fir; and, footh to say, one. 25 30 As who should fay,-if I fhould fleep, or eat, [it. I care not what, fo it be wholesome food. Kath. I like it well: good Grumio, fetch it me. Kath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt, That feed'ft me with the very name of meat: [Afide. 14.01 Tra. To fave your life in this extremity, His name and credit shall you undertake, Ped. Oh, fir, I do; and will repute you ever 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. [Exeunt. SCENE III. 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! t With ruffs, and cuffs, and fardingales, and things 1 ;| Come, taylor, let us see these ornaments; Enter Haberdasher. 5 Lay forth the gown.-What news with you, fir? A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap; Kath. I'll have no bigger; this doth fit the time, 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; Grumio gave order how it should be done. Gru. I gave him no order, I gave him the stuff. 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; gown. [Afide Tay. You bid me make it orderly and well, According to the fashion, and the time. 45 50 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! Pet. Read it. Gru. The note lies in his throat, if he fay I faid fo. 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®. Tay. With a trunk fleevez- 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, Pet. Why, fir, what's your conceit in that? Take up my mistress' gown unto his master's use! Pet. Hortenfio, fay thou wilt fee the taylor 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: Kath. I dare affure you, fir, 'tis almost two; Hor. Why, fo! this gallant will command the fun. IV. Before Baptifta's Houfe. Enter Tranio, and the Pedant dreffed like Vincentio. Tra. 'Tis well; and hold your own, in any cafe, 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 I am content, in a good father's care, To have him match'd; and, if you please to like 5 With one confent to have her fo beftow'd: 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, 20 We be affy'd; and fuch affurance ta'en, Bap. Not in my houfe, Lucentio; for, you Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants; Tra. Then, at my lodging, an it like you, fir: 40 45 Bap. I follow you. 50 Bion. Cambio.-- [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? 60 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 Such war of white and red within her cheeks! What ftars do fpangle heaven with fuch beauty As thofe two eyes become that heavenly face? → Fair lovely maid, once more good day to thee :5 Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's fake. Her. 'A will make the man mad, to make a 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; ward our father's. Cood Lord, how bright and goodly fhines the moon ! Kath. The moon! the fun: it is not moon-light now. Pat. I fay, it is the moon that shines fo bright. Kath. I know it is the fun that shines fo bright. Pet. Now, by my mother's fon, and that's myself, It shall be moon, or star, or what I list, Or ere I journey to your father's houfe :— Go on, and fetch our horfes back again. Evermore croft, and croft; nothing but croft. Hor. Say as he says, or we shall never go. Kath. Forward, I pray, fince we are come so far, And be it moon, or fun, or what you please : And if you please to call it a rush candle, Henceforth I vow it shall be fo for me. Pet. I fay, it is the moon. Kath. I know, it is the moon. Pet. Nay, then you lye; it is the bleffed fun. Kath. Then, God be bleft, it is the blessed sun :But fun 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; And so it shall be fo, 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 foft; company is coming here. Enter Vincentio. Good-morrow, gentle miftrefs: Where away?— [To Vincentio. Tell me, fweet Kate, and tell me tru!, too,- 25 Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad mistaking. Pet. Do, good old grand-fire; and, withal, make Which way thou travelleft: if along with us, Vin. Fair fir, and you my merry mistress,That with your ftrange encounter much amaz'd me; My name is call'd-Vincentio; my dwelling-Pifa; And bound I am to Padua; there to vifit 30 A fon of mine, which long I have not seen. Pet. Happily met; the happier for thy son. The fifter to my wife, this gentlewoman, 45 The fpoufe of any noble gentleman. Vin. But is this true? or is it elfe your pleasure, Her. I do affure thee, father, fo it is. Pet. Come, go along, and fee the truth hereof; 50 For our firft merriment hath made thee jealous. [Exeunt Petruchio, Katharine, and Vincentio. Hor. Well, Petruchio, this hath put me in heart. Have to my widow: and it the be froward, Then haft thou taught Hortenfio to be untoward. [Exit, 1551 My father's bears more toward the market-place; Vin. You shall not chufe but drink before you go; [Knocks. 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. IO 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. 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. 1451 [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 55 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, Gre. Here's packing, with a witness, to deceive Vin. Where is that damned villain, Tranio, 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; Unto the wished haven of my blifs : 1 i. e. a hat with a very high conical crown. 2 i. e. tricked, cheated. What |