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AU. Amen.

For your physicians have expressly charg'd,
Sly. I thank thee; thou shalt not lose by it. In peril to incur your former malady,
Enter the Page, as a Lady, with Attendants.

That I should yet absent me from your bed.

I hope this reason stands for my excuse. Page. How fares my noble lord ?

Sly. Ay, it stands so, that I may hardly tarry so Sly. Marry, I fare well; for here is cheer enough. | long; but I would be loath to fall into my dreams Where is my wife ?

again: I will therefore tarry, in despite of the flesh Page. Here, noble lord: what is thy will with her? and the blood. Sly. Are you my wife, and will not call me husband ?

Enter a Servant. My men should call me lord : I am your good-man. Serv. Your honour's players, hearing your amendPage. My husband and my lord, my lord and

ment, husband;

Are come to play a pleasant comedy ; I am your wife in all obedience.

For so your doctors hold it very meet, Sly. I know it well.—What must I call her? Seeing too much sadness hath congeald your blood, Lord. Madam.

And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy: Sly. Alce madam, or Joan madam ?

Therefore, they thought it good you hear a play, Lord. Madam, and nothing else : so lords call And frame your mind to mirth and merriment, Jadies.

Which bars a thousand harms, and lengthens life. Sly. Madam wife, they say that I have dream'd. Sly. Marry, I will let them play it. Is not a And slept above some fifteen year and more. commonty a Christmas gambol, or a tumbling

Page. Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me, trick ? Being all this time abandon'd from your bed.

Page. No, my good lord : it is more pleasing Sly. 'Tis much.—Servants, leave me and her

stuff. alone.

Sly. What, household stuff? Madam, undress you, and come now to bed.

Page. It is a kind of history. Page. Thrice noble lord, let me entreat of you Sly. Well, we'll see it. Come, madam wife, sit To pardon me yet for a night or two;

by my side, Or if not so, until the sun be set,

And let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger. 12

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Scene I.–Padua. A Public Place.

Enter LUCENTIO, and Tranio. Luc. Tranio, since, for the great desire I had To see fair Padua, nursery of arts, I am arriv'd for fruitful Lombardy, The pleasant garden of great Italy; And, by my father's love and leave, am arm'd With his good will, and thy good company, My trusty servant, well approv'd in all, Here let us breathe, and haply institute A course of learning, and ingenious studies. Pisa, renowned for grave citizens, Gave me my being; and my father, first A merchant of great traffic through the world,

Vincentio's come of the Bentivolii.
Vincentio's son, brought up in Florence,
It shall become to serve all hopes conceiv'd,
To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds :
And therefore, Tranio, for the time, I study
Virtue, and that part of philosophy
Will I apply, that treats of happiness
By virtue specially to be achiev'd.
Tell me thy mind; for I have Pisa left,
And am to Padua come, as he that leaves
A shallow plash, to plunge him in the deep,
And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst.

Tra. Me perdonato, gentle master mine,
I am in all affected as yourself,
Glad that you thus continue your resolve,


To suck the sweets of sweet, philosophy :

And make her bear the penance of her tongue ! Only, good master, while we do adınire

Bap. Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolv'd.This virtue, and this moral discipline,

Go in, Bianca.

[Erit Bianca Let's be no stoics, nor no stocks, I pray;

And for I know, she taketh most delight Or so devote to Aristotle's ethicks,

In music, instruments, and poetry, As Ovid be an outcast quite abjur’d.

Schoolmasters will I keep within my house, Balk logic with acquaintance that you have, Fit to instruct her youth.--If you, Hortensio, And practise rhetoric in your common talk : Or signior Gremio, you, know any such, Music and poesy use to quicken you:

Prefer them hither; for to cunning men The mathematics, snd the metaphysics,

I will be very kind, and liberal Fall to them as you find your stomach serves you. To mine own children in good bringing-up; No profit grows, where is no pleasure ta'en : And so farewell. Katharina, you may stay, In brief, sir, study what you most affect.

For I have more to commune with Bianca. (Eril. Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou advise. Kath. Why, and I trust, I may go too; may I not? If, Biondello, thou wert come ashore,

What! shall I be appointed hours, as though, belike, We could at once put us in readiness,

I knew not what to take, and what to leave? Ha! And take a lodging fit to entertain

(Exit. Such friends as time in Padua shall beget.

Gre. You may go to the devil's dam: your gifts But stay awhile : what company is this?

so good, here's none will hold you. Their Tra. Master, some show, to welcome us to town. love is not so great, Hortensio, but we may blow Enter BAPTISTA, KATHARINA, Biayca, GREMIO,


our nails together, and fast it fairly out: our cake's

dough on both sides. Farewell :-yet, for the love and HORTENSIO. LUCENTIO and TRAxio stand

I bear my sweet Bianca, if I can by any means aside.

light on a fit man to teach her that wherein she Bap. Gentlemen, importune me no further, delights, I will wish him to her father. For how I firmly am resolv'd you know;

Hor. So will I, signior Gremio: but a word, I That is, not to bestow my youngest daughter, pray:

Though the nature of our quarrel yet Before I have a husband for the elder.

never brook'd parle, know now upon advice, it If either of you both love Katharina,

toucheth us both, that we may yet agaio have Because I know you well, and love you well, access to our fair mistress, and be happy rivals Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure. in Bianca's love, to labour and effect one thing Gre. To cart her rather: she's too rough for || 'specially.

Gre. What's that, I pray ? There, there, Hortensio, will you any wifo ?

Hor. Marry, sir, to get a husband for her sister. Kath. [To BAP.] I pray you, sir, is it your will Gre. A husband! a devil. To make a stale of me amongst these mates?

Hor. I say, a husband. Ilor. Mates, maid! how mean you that ? no Gre. I say, a devil. Think'st thou, Hortensio, mates for you,

though her father be very rich, any man is so very Unless you were of gentler, milder mould.

a fool as to be married to hell ? Kath. I' faith, sir, you shall never need to fear : Hor. ash, Gremio! though it pass your paI wis, it is not half way to her heart;

tience, and mine, to endure her loud alarums, why, But, if it were, doubt not her care should be man, there be good fellows in the world, an a man To comb your noddle with a three-legg'd stool, could light on them, would take her with all faults, And paint your face, and use you like a fool. and money enough.

Hor. From all such devils, good Lord, deliver us! Gre, I cannot tell, but I had as lief take her Gre. And me too, good Lord !

dowry with this condition,--to be whipped at the Tra. Hush, master! here is some good pastime high-cross every morning, toward :

Hlor. 'Faith, as you say, there's small choice in That wench is stark mad, or wonderful froward. rotten apples. But, come; since this bar in law Luc. But in the other's silence do I see

makes us friends, it shall be so far forth friendly Maids' mild behaviour, and sobriety.

maintained, till by helping Baptista's eldest daughiTranio!

ter to a husband, we set his youngest free for a husTra. Well said, master : mum! and gaze your band, and then have to't afresh.-Sweet Bianca! fill.

Happy man be his dole! He that runs fastest gets Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soon make good the ring. How say you, signior Gremio ? What I have said, ---Bianca, get you in :

Gre. I am agreed: and 'would I had given him And let it not displease thee, good Bianca,

the best horse in Padua to begin his wooing, that For I will love thee ne'er the less, my girl.

would thoroughly woo her, wed her, and bed her, Kath. A pretty peat! it is best

and rid the house of her.

Come on. Put finger in the eye,-an she knew why.

(Ereunt GREMIO and Hortensio. Bian. Sister, content you in my discontent. Tra. (Advancing.) I pray, sir, tell me, is it Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe :

possible My books, and instruments, shall be my company, That love should of a sudden take such bold ? On them to look, and practiso by myself.

Luc. 0, Tranio! till I found it to be true, Luc. Hark, Tranio! thou may’st hear Minerva I never thought it possible, or likely; speak.

But see! while idly I stood looking on, Hor. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange ? I found the effect of love in idleness; Sorry am I, that our good will effects

And now in plainness do confess to thee,
Bianca's grief.

That art to me as secret, and as dear,
Gre. Why, will you mew her up, As Anna to the Queen of Carthage was,
Signior Baptista. for this fiend of hell,

Tradio, I burn, I pine; I perish, Tradio,


If I achieve not this young modest girl.

Counsel me, Tranio, for I know thou canst :
Assist me, Tranio, for I know thou wilt.

Here comes the rogue.---Sirrah, where have you
Tra. Master, it is no time to chide you now;

been? Affection is not rated from the heart:

Bion. Where have I been? Nay, how now ! If lore have touch'd you, nought remains but so,

where are you? Redime te captum, quam queas minimo.

Master, bas my fellow Tranio stol'n your clothes, Luc. Gramercies, lad; go forward: this contents; Or you stol'n bis, or both ? pray, what's the news? The rest will comfort, for thy counsel's sound. Luc. Sirrah, come hither: 'tis no time to jest,

Tra. Master, you look'd so longly on the maid, And therefore frame your manners to the time. Perhaps you mark'd not what's the pith of all. Your fellow Tranio, here, to save my life,

Luc. O! yes, I saw sweet beauty in her face, Puts my apparel and my countenance on,
Such as the daughter of Agenor had,

And I for my escape have put on his ;
That made great Jove to humble him to her hand, For in a quarrel, since I came ashore,
When with his knees he kiss'd the Cretan strand. I kill'd a man, and fear I was descried.
Tra. Saw you no more ? mark'd you not, how Wait you on him, I charge you, as becomes,
her sister

While I make way from hence to save my life.
Began to scold, and raise up such a storm,

You understand me? That mortal ears might hardly endure the din? Bion.

I, sir ? ne'er a whit.
Luc. Tranio, I saw her coral lips to move,

Luc. And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth :
And with her breath she did perfume the air : Tranio is chang’d into Lucentio.
Sacred, and sweet, was all I saw in her.

Bion. The better for him; 'would I were so too! Tra. Nay, then, 'tis time to stir him from his Tra. So would I, 'faith, boy, to have the next trance.

wish after, I pray, awake, sir: if you love the maid,

That Lucentio, indeed, had Baptista's youngest Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her. Thus it daughter. stands :

But, sirrah, not for my sake, but your master's, I Her elder sister is so curst and shrewd,

advise That, till the father rid his hands of her,

You use your manners discreetly in all kind of Master, your love must live a maid at home;

companies : And therefore has he closely mew'd her up, When I am alone, why, then I am Tranio; Because she will not be annoy'd with suitors. But in all places else, your master, Lucentio.

Luc. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel father's he! Luc. Tranio, let's go.-
But art thou not advis'd, he took some care

One thing more rests, that thyself execute ;
To get her cunning schoolmasters to instruct her? To make one among these wooers: if thou ask mo

Tra. Ay, marry, am I, sir; and now 'tis plotted. why,
Luc. I have it, Tranio.

Sufficeth, my reasons are both good and weighty.
Master, for my hand,

[Ereunt. Both our inventions meet and jump in one.

1 Serv. My lord, you nod; you do not mind the Luc. Tell me thine first.

play. Tra.

You will be schoolmaster, Sly. Yes, by Saint Anne, do I. A good matter, And undertake the teaching of the maid :

surely: comes there any more of it? That's your device.

Page. My lord, 'tis but begun.
It is : may it be done ?

Sly. 'Tis a very excellent piece of work, inadam
Tra. Not possible; for wbo shall bear your part, Jady; 'would 'twere done.
And be in Padua, here, Vincentio's son;
heep house, and ply his book; welcome his friends; SCENE II.— The Same. Before Hortensio's House.
Visit his countrymen, and banquet them?
Luc. Basta ; content thee; for I have it full.

Enter PETRUChio, and Grumio.
We have not yet been seen in any house,

Pet. Verona, for a while I take my leave, Nor can we be distinguish'd by our faces,

To see my friends in Padua; but, of all, For man, or master: then, it follows thus;

My best beloved and approved friend, Thou shalt be master, Tranio, in my stead,

Hortensio; and, I trow, this is his house.keep house, and port, and servants, as I should. Here, sirrah Grumio! knock, I say. I will some other be; some Florentine,

Gru. Knock, sir! whom should I knock? is Some Neapolitan, or meaner man of Pisa

there any man has rebused your worship? "Tis hatch'd, and shall be so :-Tranio, at once Pet. Villain, I say, knock me here soundly. Uncase thee; take iny colour'd hat and cloak: Gru. Knock you here, sir ? why, sir, what am I, When Biondello comes, he waits on thee,

sir, that I should knock you here, sir ?
But I will charm him first to keep his tongue. Pet. Villain, I say, knock me at this gate;

Tra. So had you need. (They exchange habits. And rap me well, or I'll knock your knave's pate.
In brief, sir, sith it your pleasure is,

Gru. My master is grown quarrelsome.-I should
And I am tied to be obedient;

knock you first, (For so your father charg'd me at our parting; And then I know after who comes by the worst. - Be serviceable to my son," .quoth he,

Pet. Will it not be ! Although, I think, 'twas in another sense,)

Faith, sirrah, an you'll not knock, I'll wring it: I am content to be Lucentio,

I'll try how you can sol, fa, and sing it. Because so well I love Lucentio.

(He wrings Grumio by the ears Luc. Tranio, be so, because Lucentio loves, Gru. Help, masters, help! my master is mad. And let me be a slave, t' achieve that maid

Pet. Now, knock when I bid you: sirrah: vil Whose sudden sight hath thrallid my wounded eye.


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Pet. Such wind as scatters young men through Enler HORTENSIO.

the world, Hor. How now! what's the matter?-My old To seek their fortunes further than at home, friend Grumio, and my good friend Petruchio ! Where small experience grows, but in a few. How do you all at Verona ?

Signior Hortensio, thus it stands with me :
Pet. Signior Hortensio, come you to part the fray? Antonio, my father, is deceas'd,
Con tutto il core ben trovato, may I say.

And I have thrust myself into this maze, Hor. Alla nostra casa ben venuto, mollo honorato Haply to wive, and thrive, as best I may. signior mio Petruchio.

Crowns in my purse I have, and goods at home, Rise, Grumio, rise : we will compound this quarrel. And so am come abroad to see the world.

Gru. Nay, 'tis no matter, sir, what he 'leges in Hor. Petruchio, shall I then come roundly to Latin.-If this be not a lawful cause for me to leave

thee, his service,-look you, sir,—he bid me knock him, And wish thee to a shrewd ill-favour'd wife? and rap him soundly, sir : well

, was it fit for a ser Thoud'st thank me but a little for my counsel; vant to use his master so; being, perhaps, (for And yet I'll promise thee she shall be rich, aught I see,) two and thirty,-a pip out?

And very rich :—but thou'rt too much my friend, Whom, 'would to God, I had well knock'd at first, And I'll not wish theo to her. Then had not Grumio come by the worst.

Pet. Signior Hortensio, 'twixt such friends as we Pet. A senseless villain !–Good Hortensio, Few words suffice; and therefore if thou know [ bade the rascal knock upon your gate,

One rich enough to be Petruchio's wife, And could not get him for my heart to do it. (As wealth is burthen of my wooing dance,)

Gru. Knock at the gate ?-O heavens ! Spake Be she as foul as was Florentius' love, you not these words plain,—“Sirrah, knock me As old as Sybil, and as curst and shrewd here; rap me here, knock me well, and knock me As Socrates' Xantippe, or a worse, soundly?And come you now with knocking at She moves me not, or not removes, at least, the gate ?

Affection's edge in me. Were she as rough Pet. Sirrah, be gone, or talk not, I advise you. As are the swelling Adriatic seas, Hor. Petruchio, patience: I am Grumio's pledge. I come to wive it wealthily in Padua, Why this ? a heavy chance 'twixt him and you ; If wealthily, then happily in Padua. Your ancient, trusty, pleasant servant Grumio. Gru. Nay, look you, sir, he tells you flatly what And tell me now, sweet friend, what happy gale his mind is : why, give him gold enough and marry Blows you to Padua, here, from old Verona? him to a puppet, or an aglet-baby; or an old trot


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