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My name is call?d-Vincentio; my dwelling--Pisa;
And bound I am to Padua ; there to visit
A son of mine, which long I have not seen.

Pet. What is his name?

Lucentio, gentle sir!
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 liath married: Wonder not,
Nor be not griev'd; she is of good esteem,
Her dowry wealthy, and of worthy birth;
Beside, so qualified as may bestem
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 merrimeirt hath made thee jealous.

[Ere. Pet. Kath. and Vin. Hor. Well, Petruchio, this hath put me in heart. Have to my widow; and if she be forward, Then hast thou taught Hortensio to be untoward.



bid the priest be ready to come against you come with your appendis.

[Exit. Lur. 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. [E rit. SCENE V.- A public Rond. Enter Petruchio, Kath

arina, and Hortensio. Pete Come on, o'Gol's name; once more toward

our father's. Gorul lord, how bright and goodly shines the moon !

Karin. The moon! the sun; it is not moonlight now.
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,
Orere I journey to your father's house :-
Go on, and fetch our horses back again.-
Everinore cross'], and crossid ; nothing but cross'd!
Hor. Say as he says, or we shall never go.

Kath. Forward, I pray, since we have come so far,
And be it moon, or sun, or what you please :
And if you please to call it a rush candle,
Henceforth I row 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.

Kath. Then, Gol be bless’d, 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 nam’d, even that it is ;
And so it shall be so, for Katharine.

Her. Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is won.
Pat. Well, forward, forward: thus the bowl should

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?

(T. Vincentio. -Tell me, sweet Kate, and toll 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? -Fair lovely maid, once more good day to thee: -Svext Kate, embrace her for her beauty's sake. Hor. 'A will make the inan mad, to make a woman

of him. Kath. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and

Whither away; or where is thy abode?
Happy the parents of so fair a child;
Happier the man, whom favourable stars
Allot thre for his lovely bed-fellow!

Pet. Why, low now, Kate! I hope thou art not mad:
This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, witherd;
And not a maiden, as thou say'st he is.

Keth. 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

known Whieh way thou travellest: if along with us, We shall be joyful of thy company.

Fin Fair sir, -and you, my merry mistress,That with your strange encounter much amaz’d me ;

SCENE I.-Padua. Before Lucentio's House. En

ter on one side Biondello, Lucentio, and Dianca ; Gremio walking on the other side.

Biondello. SOFTLY and swiftly, sir; for the priest is ready.

Lw. I Ay, 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 Luc. Bian, and Biondello. Gre. I marvel, Cambio comes not all this while. Enter Petruchio, Katharina, Vincentio, and Attendants

Pet. Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's house, My father's lxcars 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 hc, 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 ?

Ped. 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 circumstanees-I pray you, tell signior Lucencio, that his father is come froin Pisa, and is here at the door to speak with him.

Ped. Thou liest ; his father is come from Pisa, and here looking ont at the window.

Til Art thou his father?

Ped. Ay, sir; so his mother says, if I may believe Ped. Swear, if thou darest. her.

Gre. Nay, I dare not swear it. Pet. Why, how now, gentleman! [T. Vincentio.] Tra. Then thou wert best say, that I am not Lwhy, this is flat knavery, to take upon you another centio. man's name.

Gre. Yes, I know thee to be signior Lucentio. Ped. Lay hands on the villain ; I believe, 'a means Bap. Away with the dotard ; to the gaol with him. to cozen somebody in this city under my countenance. Vin. Thus strangers may be haled and abusd :Re-enter Biondello.

O monstrous villain! Bion. I have seen them in the church together; God Re-enter Biondello, with Lucentio and Bianca. send 'em good shipping !-But who is here ? mine old Bion. 0, we are spoiled, and-Yonder he is; deny master, Vincentio? now we are undone, and brought him, forswear hin, or else we are all undone. to nothing.

Luc. Pardon, sweet father.

[K'nerling Vin. Come hither, crack-bernp. [Sering Biondello. Vin. Lives my sweetest son? Bion. I hope, I may choose, sir.

[Bion. Tra. and Pedant run out. Vin. Come hither, you rogue; What, have you for Bian. Pardon, dear father.

[Kneeling. got me?


How hast thou offendeu? Bion. Forgot you? no, sir: I could not forget you, Where is Lucentio? for I never saw you before in all my life.


Here's Lucentio, Vin. What, you notorious villain, didst thou never Right son unto the right Vincentio ; see thy master's father, Vincentio?

That have by marriage made thy daughter mine, Bion. What, my old, worshipful old master? yes,

While counterfeit supposes blear'd thine eyne. marry, sir; see where he looks out of the window. Gre. Here's packing, with a witness, to deceive us l'in. Ist so, indeed?

[Beats Biondello

all! Bion. Help, help, help! here's a madman will mur Vin. Where is that damned villain. Tranio, der me !


That fac'd and brav'd me in this matter so? Ped. Help, son! help, signior Baptista!

Bap. Why, tell me, is not this ruy Cambio? [E.rit from the window. Bian. Cambio is chang'd into Lucentio. Pet. Priythee, Kate, let's stand aside, and see the Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's love end of this controversy.

[They retire. Made me exchange my state with Tranio,

While he did bear my countenance in the town; Re-enter Pedant below; Baptista, Tranio, and Ser.

And happily I have arriv'd at last

Unto the wished haven of my bliss :-
Tra. Sir, what are youl, that offer to beat my servant ? What Tranio did, myself enforc'd bim to;

Vin. What am I, sir? way, what are you, sir?-0 Then pardon him, sweet lather, for my sake. immortal gods! O fine villain! A silken doubiet! a

Vin. I'll slit the villain's nose, that would have sent velvet hose! a scarle: cloak! and a copatain bat!-0, me to the gaol. I ain undone! I an undone! while I play the good!

Bap. But do you hear, sir? [TO Luc.] Have you. husband at home, my son and my servant spend all at married my daughter without asking my good-will? the university.

Vin. Fear not, Baptista; we will content you, go to : Tra. How now! what's the inatter?

But I will in, to be revenged for this villany. (Exit. Bap. What is the man lunatie?

Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this knavery. Tra. Sir, you seem a soler ancient gentleman by Luc. Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not Four babit, but your words shew you a madman :


[Excunt Luc. and Biati. Why, sir, what concerns it you, if I wear pearl and

Gre. My cake is dough: But I'll in among the rest ; gold ? I thank my good father, I am able to maintain

Out of hope of all,—but my share of the feast. (Exil.

Petruchio and Katharina advance. Vin. Thy father?-0, villain! he is a sail-maker in

Kath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end of this Bergano.

ado. Baps. You mistake, sir; you mistake, sir : Pray, what

Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will. do you think is his name?

Kath. What, in the midst of the street ? Vin. His paine? as if I knew not his name: I have

Pct. What, art thou ashamed of me? brought him up ever since he was three years old, and

Kath. No, sir; God forbid :-but ashameil to kiss, his name is-Tranio. Ped. Away, away, mad ass ! his name is Lucentio ;

Pet. Why, then let's home again :-Come, sirtak, and he is mine only son, and heir to the lands of me,

Kath. Nay, I will give thee a kiss: now pray thee, signior Vincentio.

love, stay. l'ini. Lucentio ! o, he hath murdered his master !

Pet. Is not this well ?-Come, my sweet Kate; Lay hold on him, I charge you, in the duke's name:

Better once than never, for never too late. (Exeunt. O, my son, my son !-tell me, thou villain, where is my son Lucentio ?

SCENE II.- A Room in Lucentio's House. A BanTra. Call forth an officer: [Enter one with an Offl quet set out. Enter Baptista, Vincentio, Gremio, the cer.] carry this mad knave to the gaol:-Father Bap Pedant, Lucentio, Bianca, Petruchio, Katharina, tista, I charge you see,

be forth coming.

Hortensio, and Widow. Tranio, Biondello, Grumio, Vin. Carry me to the gaol !

anu others, attending. Gre. Stay, officer; he shall not go to prison.

Luc. At last, though long, our jarring potes agrees Bap). Talk not, signior Gremio ; I say, he shall go And time it is, when raging war is done, to prison.

To smule at 'scapes and perils overblown. Gre, Take hecd, signior Baptista, lest you be coney-, My fair Bianca, bid my father welcome, entered in sus business; I dare swear, this is the right while I with self-same kindness welcone thine :Vincenu.


Brother Petruchio,-sister Katharina,–


let's away.

Bion. I go.

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.
Pet. Padua a Fords nothing but what is kind.
Her. For both our sakes, I would that word were

Pct. Now, for my life, Hortensio fears his widow.
Wid. Then never trust me if I be afeard.
Pe. You are sensible, and yet you miss my sense;
I mean, Hortensio is afeard of you.

Wid. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns-round.
Pet. Roundly replied.

Mistress, how mean you that ?
Wid. Thus I conceive by him.
Pet. Conceives by me!--How likes Hortensio that?
Her. My widow says, thus she conceives her tale.
Pet. Very well mended : Kiss him for that, good

Kath. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns

I pray you, tell me what you meant by that.

Wid. Your husband, being troubled with a shrew,
Measures my husband's sorrow by his woe :
And now you know my meaning.
Kath. A very mean meaning.

Right, I mean you.
Kath. And I am mean, indeed, respecting you.
Pet. To her, Kate !
Her. To her, widow !
Pet. A hundred marks, my Kate does put her down.
Hor. That's my office.
Pa. Spoke like an officer: Ha' to thee, lad.

[Drinks to Hortensio.
Bap. How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks ?
Gre. Believe me, sir, they butt together well.
Bian. Head, and butt? an hasty-witted body,
Would say, your head and butt were head and horn.

Vin. Ay, mistress bride, hath that awaken'd you?
Bian. Ay, but not frighted me; therefore I'U sleep

Pe. Nay, that you shall not ; since you bave begun,
Have at you for a bitter jest or two.

Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my busb,
And then pursue me as you draw your bow:-
You are welcome all,

[Exeunt Bianca, Katharina, and Widow.
Pet. She hath prevented me.--Here, signior Tranio,
This bird you aina'd at, though you hit her not ;
Therefore, a health to all that shot and miss'd.

Tra. 0, sir, Lucentio slipp'd me like his greyhound,
Which runs himself, and catches for his master.
Fet. A good swift simile, but something currish.
Tra. 'Tis kell, sir, that you hunted for yourself ;
*Tis thought, your deer does hold you at a bay.
Bas. O bo, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now.
Lu. I thank thee for that gird, good Tranio.
Her. Confess, confess, bath he not hit you here?

Pe. 'A has a little galled me, I confess ;
And, as the jest did glance away from me,
'Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright.

Bap Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio,
I think thra hast the veriest shrew of all.

Pe. Well, I say-o: and therefore, for assurance,
Let's each one send unto his wife ;
And be, whose wife is most obedient

To come at first when he doth send for her,
Shall win the wager which we will propose.

Hor. Content:-What is the wager?

Twenty crowns.
Pet. Twenty crowns !
I'll venture so much on my hawk, or hound,
But twenty times so much upon my wife.

Luc. A hundred then.


A match ; 'tis done.
Hor. Who shall begin?

That will I.-Go,
Biondello, bid your mistress come to mne.

Bap. Son, I will be your half, Bianca comes.
Luc. I'll have no halves : I'll bear it all myself.

Re-enter Biondello.
-How now! what news?

Sir, my mistress sends you word
That she is busy, and she cannot come.

Pet. How ! she is busy, and she cannot come!
Is that an answer?

Ay, and a kind one too:
Pray God, sir, your wife send you not a worse.

Pet. I hope, better.

Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go, and entreat my wife To come to me forthwith.

[Exit Biondello Pet,

O, ho! entreat her!
Nay, then she must needs come.

I am afraid, sir,
Do what you can, your's will not be entreated.

Re-enter Biondello.
-Now where's my wife?

Bion. She says, you have some goodly jest in land;
She will not come; she bids you come to her.

Pet. Worse and worse; she will not come ! O vile,
Intolerable, not to be endur'd!--
Sirrah, Grumio, go to your mistress;
Say, I command her come to me. [E.rit Gru.

Hor. I know her answer.


She will not come.
Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end.

Enter Katharina.
Bap. Now, by my holidame, here comes Katharina?
Kath. What is your will, sir, that you send for me?
Pe. Where is your sister, and Hortensio's wife?
Kath. They sit conferring by the parlour fire.

Pet. Go, fetch them hither; if they deny to come,
Swinge me them soundly forth unto their husbands :
Away, I say, and bring them hither straight.

[E.rit Katharins.
Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder.
Hor. And so it is; I wonder what it bodes?

Pet. Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life,
An awful rule, and right supremacy;
And, to be short, what not, that's sweet and happy.

Bap. Now fair befal thee, good Petruchio!
The wager thou hast won; and I will add
Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns;
Another dowry to another daughter,
For she is chang'd, as she had never been.

Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet;
And show more sign of her obedience,
Her new-built virtue and obedience.

Re-enter Katharina, with Bianca and Hidou.
See, wbere she comes ; and brings your fronurd wiree
As prisoners to her womanly persuasione


Katharine, that eap of yours becomes you not ; Even such, a woman oweth to her husband:
Off' with that bauble, throw it under foot.

And, when she's froward, peevish, suilen, sour,
[Kath. pulls off her cap, and throws it down. And, not obedient to his honest will,
Wid. Lord, let me never have a cause to sigh, What is she, but a foul contending rebel,
Till I be brought to such a silly pass !

And graceless traitor to her loving lord?Bian. Fie! what a foolish duty call you this? I am asham’d, that women are so simple

Luc. I would, your duty were as foolish 100: To offer war, where they should kneel for peace; The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca,

Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway, Hath cost me an hundred crowns since supper-time. When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.

Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty. Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth, Pet. Katharine, 1 charge thee, tell these headstrong || Unapt to toil and trouble in the world;

But that our soft conditions and our hearts, What duty they do owe their lords and husbands. Should well agree with our external parts? Wid. Come, come, you're mocking; we will have Come, come, you froward and unable worms! no telling:

My mind hath been as big as one of yours, Pet. Come on, I say; and first begin with her. My heart as great; my reason, haply, more, Wid, She shall not.

To bandy word for word, and frown for frown: Pet. I say, she shall;--and first begin with her. But now, I see our lances are but straws ; Kath. Fie! fie! unknit that threat'ning unkind Our strength as weak, our weakness past comparebrow;

That seeming to be most, which we least are. And dart not scornful glances from those eyes, Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot ; To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor:

And place your hands below your husband's foot: It blots thy beauty, as frosts bite the meads;

In token of which duty, if he please, Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair buds ; My hand is ready, may it do hiin case. And in no sense, is meet or amiable.

Pet. Why, there's a wench !-Comt on,

and kiss me, A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled,

Kate. Muddy, iH-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty;

Luc. Well, go thy ways, old lad; for thou shalt hat. And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty

Vin. 'Tis a good hearing, when children are toward. Will deign to sip, or touch one drop of it.

Luc. But a harsh hearing, when women are frowarł. Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,

Pet. Come, Kate, we'll to-bed:-
Thy head, thy sovereign ; one that cares for thee, We three are married, but you two are sped.
And for thy maintenance : commits his body

'Twas 1 won the wager, though you hit the white;
To painful labour both by sea and land;
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, And, being a winner, God give you good night!
While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe ;

[Exeunt Petruchio and Katharina. And craves no other tribute at thy hands,

Hor. Now go thy ways, thou hast camd a cunst But love, hair looks, and true obedience ;

shrew. Too little payment for so great a debt.

Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be can' Such duty as the subject owes the prince,

[T. Lucentio.

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And lasting, in her sad remembrance.

Duke. O, she, that hath a heart of that fine frame, SCENE I.-An Apartment in the Duke's Palace.

To pay this debt of love but to a brother,
Enter Duke, Curio, Lords ; Musicians attending.

How will she love, when the rich golden shaft;

Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else
If music be the food of love, play on,

That live in her! when liver, brain, and heart,

These sovereign thrones, are all supplied, and filled, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting,

(Her sweet perfections,) with one self king ! The appetite may sicken, and so die.

Away before me to sweet beds of flowers; "That strain again ;-it had a dying fall :

Love-thoughts lie rich, when canopied with bowers, O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south,

[Exeunts: That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing, and giving odour.-Enough ; no more ; SCENE II.-The Sea-coast. Enter Viola, Captain, 'Tis not so sweet now, as it was before.

and Sailore.
O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou !
That, notwithstanding thy capacity

Vio. What country, friends, is this?

Illyria, lady Repriveth as the sea, nouglat enters there,

Vio. And what should I do in Dlyria? Of what validity and piteb soever,

My brother he is in Elysium. | Bat falls into abatement and low price,

Perchance, he is not drown'd:-What think you, sailors? Eren in a minute! so full of shapes is fancy, That it alone is high-fantastical.

Cap. It is percbance, that you yourself were saved

Pio. O my poor brother! and so, perchance, may Cur. Will you go huat, my lord ?

he be. Dake.

What, Curio ?

Cap. True, madam : and, to comfort you with The bart.

chance, Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have:

Așsure yourself, after our ship did split, 0, when mine eyes did see Olivia first,

When you, and that poor number saved with you, Methought, she purg'd the air of pestilence; That instant was I turn'd into a hart;

Hung on our driving boat, I saw your brother, And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,

Most provident in peril, bind himself E’er since pursue me--How now? what news from (Courage and hope both teaching him the practice)

To a strong mast, that lived upon the sea;

Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back,
Enter Valentine.

I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves,
Fel. So please my lord, I might not be admitted, So long as I could see.
But from her hand-maid do return this answer :


For saying so, there's gold : The elerpent itself, till seven years beat,

Mine own escape unfoldeth to my hope, Shall not behold her face at ample yiew;

Whereto thy speech serves for authority, But, like a cloistress, she will veiled walk,

The like of him. Know'st thou this country? And water onee a day her chamber round

Cap. Ay, madam, well; for I was bred and born, With eye-offending brine: all this, to season

Not three hours' travel from this very place, A brother's dead love, which site would keep fresh,

Vio. Who govern's bere?

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