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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 tutlo il core ben trovato, may I say.

And I have thrust myself into this maze, Hor. Alla nostra casa ben venuto, molto honorato Haply to wive, and thrive, as best I may. signior mio Petruchio. 1

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 I 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



with ne'er a tooth in her head, though she have as many diseases as two and fifty horses. Why, nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal.

Hor. Petruchio, since we are stepp'd thus far in, I will continue that I broach'd in jest. I can, Petruchio, help thee to a wife With wealth enough, and young, and beauteous ; Brought up, as best becomes a gentlewoman : Her only fault, and that is faults enough, Is, that she is intolerable curst, And shrewd, and froward ; so beyond all measure, That, were my state far worser than it is, I would not wed her for a mine of gold. Pet. Hortensio, peace! thou know'st not gold's

effect. Tell me her father's name, and 'tis enough, For I will board her, though she chide as loud

As thunder, when the clouds in autumn crack.

Hor. Her father is Baptista Minola
An affable and courteous gentleman:
Her name is Katharina Minola,
Renown'd in Padua for her scolding tongue.

Pet. I know her father, though I know not her,
And he knew my deceased father well.
I will not sleep, Hortensio, till I see her;
And therefore let me be thus bold with you,
To give you over at this first encounter,
Unless you will accompany me thither.

Gru. I pray you, sir, let him go while the humour lasts. Omy word, an she knew him as well as I do, she would think scolding would do little good upon him. She may, perhaps, call him half a score knaves, or so; why, that's nothing: an he begin once, he'll rail in his rope-tricks. I'll tell

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you what, sir,-an she stand him but a little, he will throw a figure in her face, and so disfigure her with it, that she shall have no more eyes to see withal than a cat. You know him not, sir.

Hor. Tarry, Petruchio, I must go with thee,
For in Baptista's keep my treasure is :
He hath the jewel of my life in hold,
His youngest daughter, beautiful Bianca,
And her withholds from me, and other more
Suitors to her, and rivals in my love ;
Supposing it a thing impossible,
For those defects I have before rehears'd,
That ever Katharina will be woo'd:
Therefore this order hath Baptista ta’en,
That none shall have access unto Bianca,
Till Katharine the curst have got a husband.

Gru. Katharine the curst!
A title for a maid of all titles the worst.

Hor. Now shall my friend Petruchio do me grace,
And offer me, disguis'd in sober robes,
To old Baptista as a school-master
Well seen in music, to instruct Bianca ;
That so I may by this device, at least

Have leave and leisure to make love to her,
And unsuspected court her by herself.
Enter GREMIO, and Lucentio disguised, with

books under his arm. Gru. Here's no knavery! See, to beguile the old folks, how the young folks lay their heads together! Master, master, look abont you: who goes there? ha!

Hor. Peace, Grumio : 'tis the rival of my love. Petruchio, stand by a while. Gru. A proper stripling, and an amorous !

[T'hey retire Gre. O! very well; I have perus'd the note. Hark you, sir ; I'll have them very fairly bound : All books of love, see that at any hand, And see you read no other lectures to her. You understand me.-Over and beside Signior Baptista's liberality, I'll mend it with a largess.—Take your papers, too, And let me have them very well perfum'd, For she is sweeter than perfume itself, To whom they go. What will you read to her ? Luc. Whate'er I read to her, I'll plead for you,


you hence.

As for my patron, stand you so assur'd,

Tell I beseech you, which is the readiest way As firmly as yourself were still in place :

To the house of signior Baptista Minola ? Yea, and perhaps, with more successful words Bion. He that has the two fair daughters : :-is't Than you, unless you were a scholar, sir.

he you mean? Gre. O, this learning! what a thing it is!

Tra. Even he, Biondello. Gru O, this woodcock! what an ass it !

fre. Hark you, sir : you mean not her toPel. Peace, sirrah !

Tra. Perhaps, him and her, sir : what have you Hor. Grumio, mum!--[Coming forward.]-God

to do? save you, signior Gremio !

Pet. Not her that chides, sir, at any hand, I pray. Gre. And you are well met, signior Hortensio. Tra. I love no chiders, sir.—Biondello, let's Trow you, whither I am going ?—To Baptista

away. Minola.

Luc. Well begun, Tranio.

[Aside. I promis'd to inquire carefully

Hor. Sir, a word ere you go. About a schoolmaster for the fair Bianca:

Are you a suitor to the maid you talk of, yea, or no ? And, by good fortune, I have lighted well

Tra. An if I be, sir, is it any

offence ? On this young man; for learning, and behaviour, Gre. No; if without more words you will get Fit for her turn; well read in poetry, And other books,-good ones, I warrant ye.

Tra. Why, sir, I pray, are not the streets as free Hor. 'Tis well: and I have met a gentleman For me, as for you? Hath promis'd me to help me to another,


But so is not she. A fine musician to instruct our mistress :

Tra. For what reason, I beseech you ? So shall I no whit be behind in duty

Gre. For this reason, if you'll know, To fair Bianca, so belov'd of me.

That she's the choice love of signior Gremio. Gre. Belov'd of me, and that my deeds shall prove. Hor. That she's the chosen of signior Hortensio. Gru. And that his bags shall prove.

Tra. Softly, my masters! if you be gentlemen,
Hor. Gremio, 'tis now no time to vent our love. Do me this right; hear me with patience.
Listen to me, and if you speak me fair,

Baptista is a noble gentleman,
I'll tell you news indifferent good for either. To whom my father is not all unknown,
Here is a gentleman, whom by chance I met, And were his daughter fairer than she is,
Upon agreement from us to his liking,

She may more suitors have, and me for one.
Will undertake to woo curst Katharine ;

Fair Leda's daughter had a thousand wooers ; Yea, and to marry her, if her dowry please. Then, well one more may fair Bianca have, Gre. So said, so done, is well.

And so she shall. Lucentio shall make one, Hortensio, have you told him all her faults ? Though Paris came in hope to speed alone.

Pet. I know, she is an irksome, brawling scold: Gre. What! this gentleman will out-talk us all. If that be all, masters, I hear no harm.

Luc. Sir, give him head: I know, he'll prove a Gre. No, say'st meso, friend? What countryman? jade. Pet. Born in Verona, old Antonio's son:

Pet. Hortensio, to what end are all these words? My father dead, my fortune lives for me;

Hor. Sir, let me be so bold as ask you, And I do hope good days, and long, to see.

Did you yet ever see Baptista's daughter ? Gre. O! sir, such a life, with such a wife, were Tra. No, sir; but hear I do, that he hath two, strange;

The one as famous for a scolding tongue, But if you have a stomach, to't o' God's name : As is the other for beauteous modesty. You shall have me assisting you in all.

Pet. Sir, sir, the first's for me ; let her go by. But will you woo this wild cat ?

Gre. Yea, leave that labour to great Hercules, Pet.

Will I live? And let it be more than Alcides twelve.
Gru. Will he woo her? ay, or I'll hang her. Pet. Sir, understand you this of me; insooth,
Pet. Why came I hither, but to that intent? The youngest daughter, whom you hearken for,
Think you, a little din can daunt mine ears? Her father keeps from all access of suitors,
Have I not in my time heard lions roar ?

And will not promise her to any man,
Have I not heard the sea, puff’d up with winds, Until the elder sister first be wed;
Rage like an angry boar, chafed with sweat ? The younger then is free, and not before.
Have I not heard great ordnance in the field,

Tra. If it be so, sir, that you are the man
And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies? Must stead us all, and me among the rest;
Have I not in a pitched battle heard

And if you break the ice, and do this seek, Loud ’larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang? Achieve the elder, set the younger free And do you tell me of a woman's tongue,

For our access, whose hap shall be to have her That gives not half so great a blow to the ear, Will not so graceless be, to be ingrate. As will a chestnut in a farmer's fire ?

Hor. Sir, you say well, and well you do conceive; Tush! tush! fear boys with bugs.

And since you do profess to be a suitor, Gru.

For he fears none. You must, as we do, gratify this gentleman, Gre. Hortensio, hark.

To whom we all rest generally beholding. This gentleman is happily arriv'd,

Tra. Sir, I shall not be slack: in sign whereof, My mind presumes, for his own good, and yours. Please ye we may contrive this afternoon,

Hor. I promiş'd we would be coutributors, And quaff carouses to our mistress' health; And bear his charge of wooing, whatsoe'er.

And do as adversaries do in law, Gre. And so we will, provided that he win her. Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends. Gru. I would, I were as sure of a good dinner. Gru. Bion. O, excellent motion! Fellows, let's

begone. Enter Tranio, bravely apparelled; and BiondeLLO.

Hor. The motion's good indeed, and be it so.Tra. Gentlemen, God save you! If I may be bold, || Petruchio, I shall be your ben venuto.


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SCENE 1.—The Same. A Room in BAPTISTA'S Talk not to ine: I will go sit and weep,

Till I can find occasion of revenge.


Bap. Was ever gentleman thus griev'd as I ? Bian. Good sister, wrong me not, nor wrong But who comes here?

yourself To make a bondmaid, and a slave of me.

Enter Gremio, with Lucentio in a mean habil ; That I disdain ; but for these other goods,

PETRUCHIO, with HORTENSIO as a Musician ; Unbind my hands I'll put them off myself,

and TRANIO, with BIONDELLO bearing a lute and

books. Yea, all my raiment, to my petticoat; Or what you will command me will I do,

Gre. Good-morrow, neighbour Baptista. So well I know my duty to my elders.

Bap. Good-morrow, neighbour Gremio. God Kath. Of all thy suitors, here I charge thee, tell save you, gentlemen! Whom thou lov'st best: see thou dissemble not. Pet. And you, good sir. Pray, have you not a Bian. Believe me, sister, of all the men alive,

daughter, I never yet beheld that special face

Callid Katharina, fair, and virtuous ? Which I could fancy more than any other.

Bap. I have a daughter, sir, callid Katharina. Kath. Minion, thou liest. Is't not Hortensio? Gre. You are too blunt: go to it orderly.

Bian. If you affect him, sister, here I swear, Pet. You wrong me, signior Gremio : give me l'll plead for you myself, but you shall have him.

leave.Kath. O! then, belike, you fancy riches more : I am a gentleman of Verona, sir, You will have Gremio to keep you fair.

That, hearing of her beauty, and her wit,
Bian. Is it for him you do envy me so ?

Her affability, and bashful modesty,
Nay then, you jest ; and now I well perceive, Her wondrous qualities, and mild behaviour,
You have but jested with me all this while. Am bold to show myself a forward guest
I pr’ythee, sister Kate, untie my hands.

Within your house, to make mine eye the witness Kath. If that be jest, then all the rest was so. Of that report which I so oft have heard.

[Strikes her. And, for an entrance to my entertainment, Enter BAPTISTA.

I do present you with a man of mine,

[Presenting HORTENSIO. Bap. Why, how now, dame! whence grows Cunning in music, and the mathematics, this insolence !

To instruct her fully in those sciences, Bianca, stand aside :-poor girl ! she weeps. Whereof, I know, she is not ignorant. Go ply thy needle; meddle not with her.

Accept of him, or else you do me wrong: For shame, thou hilding of a devilish spirit,

His name is Licio, born in Mantua. Why dost thou wrong her that did ne'er wrong thee? Bap. You're welcome, sir, and he, for your good When did she cross thee with a bitter word ?

sake. Kath. Her silence flouts me, and I'll be reveng'd. But for my daughter Katharine, this I know,

[Flies after Bianca. She is not for your turn, the more my grief. Bap. What! in my sight ?—Bianca, get thee in. Pet. I see, you do not mean to part with her,

[Exit Bianca. Or else you like not of my company. Kath. What! will you not suffer me? Nay, Bap. Mistake me not; I speak but as I find. now I see,

Whence are you, sir ? what may I call your She is your treasure, she must have a husband;

name? I must dance barefoot on her wedding-day,

Pel. Petruchio is my name, Antonio's son ; And for your love to her lead apes in hell.

A man well known throughout all Italy.

Bap. I know him well; you are welcome for his

sake. Gre. Saving your tale, Petruchio, I pray, Let us, that are poor petitioners, speak too. Backare: you are marvellous forward. Pet. O! pardon me, signior Gremio; I would

fain be doing. Gre. I doubt it not, sir; but you will curse your

wooing.Neighbour, this is a gift very grateful, I am sure of it. To express the like kindness myself, that have been more kindly beholding to you than any, I freely give unto you this young scholar, [Presenting LUCENTIo.) that hath been long studying at Rheims; as cunning in Greek, Latin, and other languages, as the other in music and mathematics. His name is Cambio : pray accept his service.

Bap. A thousand thanks, signior Gremio : welcome, good Cambio.-But, gentle sir, [ To TRAN10.) methinks, you walk like a stranger : may I be so bold to know the cause of your coming ?

Tra. Pardon me, sir, the boldness is mine own, That, being a stranger in this city here, Do make myself a suitor to your daughter, Unto Bianca, fair, and virtuous. Nor is your firm resolve unknown to me, In the preferment of the eldest sister. This liberty is all that I request, — That, upon knowledge of my parentage, I may have welcome 'mongst the rest that woo, And free access and favour as the rest : And, toward the education of your daughters, I here bestow a simple instrument, And this small packet of Greek and Latin books : If you accept them, then their worth is great.

Bap. Lucentio is your name ? of whence, I pray ? Tra. Of Pisa, sir; son to Vincentio.

Bap. A mighty man of Pisa : by report I know him well. You are very welcome, sir.Take you [To Hor.) the lute, and you [To Luc.]

the set of books; You shall go see your pupils presently. Holla, within !

Enter a Servant. Sirrah, lead these gentlemen To my daughters; and tell them both, These are their tutors: bid them use them well. [Exit Servant, with HORTENSIO, LUCENTIO,

and BIONDELLO. We will go walk a little in the orchard, And then to dinner. You are passing welcome, And so I pray you all to think yourselves.

Pet. Signior Baptista, my business asketh haste, And every day I cannot come to woo. You knew my father well, and in him, me, Left solely heir to all his lands and goods, Which I have better'd rather than decreas'd : Then, tell me,-if I get your daughter's love, What dowry shall I have with her to wife?

Bap. After my death, the one half of my lands, And in possession, twenty thousand crowns.

Pet. And, for that dowry, I'll assure her of
Her widowhood, be it that she survives me,
In all my lands and leases whatsoever.
Let specialties be therefore drawn between us,
That covenants may be kept on either hand.

Bap. Ay, when the special thing is well obtain'd, That is, her love ; for that is all in all.

Pel. Why, that is nothing; for I tell you, father, I am as peremptory as she proud-minded;

And where two raging fires meet together,
They do consume the thing that feeds their fury.
Though little fire grows great with little wind,
Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all ;
So I to her, and so she yields to me,
For I am rough, and woo not like a babe.
Bap. Well may'st thou woo, and happy be thy

speed! But be thou arm'd for some unhappy words. Pet. Ay, to the proof; as mountains are for

winds, That shake not, though they blow perpetually.

Re-enter HORTENSIO, with his head broken. Bap. How now, my friend ! why dost thou looh

so pale? Hor. For fear, I promise you, if I look pale. Bap. What, will my daughter prove a good mu

sician ? Hor. I think, she'll sooner prove a soldier: Iron may hold with her, but never lutes. Bap. Why, then thou canst not break her to the

lute ? Hor. Why no, for she hath broke the lute to me. I did but tell her she mistook her frets, And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering, When, with a most impatient, devilish spirit, • Frets, call you these ?" quoth she : “I'll fumo

with them :" And with that word she struck me on the head, And through the instrument my pate made way; And there I stood amazed for a while, As on a pillory looking through the lute, While she did call me rascal fiddler, And twangling Jack; with twenty such vile terms, As had she studied to misuse me so.

Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench! I love her ten times more than e'er I did : O, how I long to have some chat with her! Bap. Well, go with me, and be not so dis

comfited : Proceed in practice with my younger daughter ; She's apt to learn, and thankful for good turns.Signior Petruchio, will you go with us, Or shall I send my daughter Kate to you? Pet. I pray you do; I will attend her here,

[Ereunt 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 wash'd with dew : Say, she 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 When I shall ask the banns, and when be married.But here she comes; and now, Petruchio, speak.

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

of hearing: They call me Katharine, that do talk of me. Pet. You lie, in faith ; for you are callid plain

Kate, And bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst; But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom;

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