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 acounterfeit assurance: take your assurance of her 165 cum privilegio ad imprimendum solum: to the church

! Meaning, scrupulous. ie. accidentally, in which sense happily was used in Shakspeare's time.

Bion. I cannot tarry: I knew a wench married in an afternoon as she went to the garden for parsly to stuff a rabbet; and so may you, sir; and so adieu, sir. My master hath appointed me to go to Saint Luke's, to bid the priest be ready to come against you come with your appendix. [Exit. Luc. I may, and will, if she be so contented: She will be pleas'd,then wherefore should I doubt? Hap what hap may, 'll roundly go about her; It shall go hard, if Cambio go without her. [Exit. 15 SCENE

Enter Petruchio, Katharine, and Hortensio. Pet. Coine on, o'God's name; once more to-20 ward our father's.

Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the moon!

Kath. The moon! the sun: it is not moon

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My father's bears more toward the market-place;|
Thither must I, and here I leave you, Sir.
Vin. You shall not chuse but drink before you
I think, I shall command your welcome here, [go;
And, by all likelihood, some cheer is toward.

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

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

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Tra. How now! what's the matter?

Bap. What, is the man lunatick?

Tra. Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman by your habit, but your words shew you a mad5man: Why, sir, what concerns it you, if I wear pearl and gold? I thank my good father, I am

Ped. Keep your hundred pounds to yourself;|15| 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 circumstances,-I pray you, tell signior Lucentio, that his father is come from Pisa, and is 20 here at the door to speak with him.

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

Vin. Art thou his father?

Ped Ay, sir: so his mother says, if I may be-25

lieve her.

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

name.

Ped. Lay hands on the villain; I believe, a' 30 means to cozen somebody in this city under my Re-enter Biondello.

countenance.

Bion. I have seen them in the church together; God send'em good shipping!--But who is here: 35 mine old master Vincentio? now we are undone, and brought to nothing.

Fin. Come hither, crack-hemp. [Seeing Bion.
Bion. I hope, I may chuse, sir.

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

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

Vin. What, you notorious villain, did'st thou never see thy master's father Vincentio?

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Bion. What, my worshipful old master? yes, marry, sir; see where he looks out of the window.] Kin. Is't so indeed? [He beats Biondeilo. Bion. Help, help, help! here's a madman will murder me. [Exit. 50

Ped. Help, son! help, signior Baptista! Pet. Pr'ythee, Kate, let's stand aside, and see the end of this controversy. [They retire. Re-enter below, the Pedant with servants, Baptista, and Tranio.

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

servant?

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Win. What am I, sir? nay, what are you, sir?— Oh, immortal gods! Oh, fine villain! a silken doublet! a velvet hose! a scarlet cloak! and a 60 copatain' hat!-Oh, I am undone! I am undone! While I play the good husband at home, my son and my servant spend all at the university.

able to maintain it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Vin. Carry me to the jail!

Gre. Stay, officer; he shall not go to prison. Bap. Talk not, signior Gremio; I say he shall go to prison.

Gre. Take heed, signior Baptista, lest you be coney-catched' in this business; I dare swear, this is the right Vincentio.

Ped. Swear, if thou dar'st.

Gre. Nay, I dare not swear it.

Tra. Then thou wert best say, that I am not Lucentio?

Gre. Yes, I know thee to be signior Lucentis. Bap. Awaywith the dotard; to the jail with him. Vin. Thus strangers may be hal'd and abus'd:-Oh monstrous villain!

Re-enter Biondello, with Lucentio, and Bianca.

Bion. Oh, we are spoiled, and-Yonder he is; deny him, forswear him, or else we are all undone. [Exeunt Biondello, Tranio, and Pedant. Luc. Pardon, sweet father. [Kneeling. Vin. Lives my sweet son?

Bian. Pardon, dear father.

Bap. How hast thou offended?

Where is Lucentio?

Luc. Here's Lucentio,

Vin. Where is that damned villain, Tranio,
That fac'd and brav'd me in this matter so?
Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio?
Bion. Cambio is chang'd into Lucentio.
Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's love
Made me exchange my state with Tranio,
While he did bear my countenance in the town;
And happily I have arriv'd at last

Unto the wished haven of my bliss:

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

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What Tranio did, myself enforc'd him to;
Then pardon him sweet father for my sake.
Vin. I'll slit the villain's nose, that would have
sent me to the jail.

Bap. But do you hear, sir? Have you married 5 my daughter without asking my good-will?

Vin. Fear not, Baptista: we will content you,

go to:

But I will in, to be reveng'd for this villainy. [Exit. Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this knavery. 10 [Exit.

Luc. Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not frown.

[Exeunt.

Gre. My cake is dough': but I'll in among the
rest;

Out of hope of all-but my share of the feast. [Exit.
[Petruchio and Katharine, advancing.
Kath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end of
Pet. First kiss me Kate, and we will. [this ado.
Kath. What, in the midst of the street?
Pet. What, art thou asham'd of me?
Kath. No, sir; God forbid: but asham'd to kiss.
Pet. Why, then let's home again: Come, sirrah,
let's away.

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Kath. Nay, I will give thee a kiss: now pray 25

thee, love, stay.

Pet. Is not this well?-Come, my sweet Kate; Better once than never, for never toolate. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Lucentio's Apartments. Enter Baptista, Vincentio, Gremio, the Pedant, Lucentio, Bianca, Tranio, Biondello, Petruchio, Katharine, Grumio, Hortensio, and Widow. The serving-men with Tranio bringing| in a Banquet.

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Luc. At last, though long, our jarring notes
And time it is, when raging war is done, [agree:
To smile at 'scapes and perils over-blown.-
My fair Bianca, bid my father welcome,
While I with self-same kindness welcome thine:--40
Brother Petruchio,-sister Katharina,—
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; 45I
For now we sit and chat, as well as eat.

Pet. Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat
Bap. Padua allords this kindness, son Petruchio.
Pet. Padua affords nothing but what is kind.
Hor. For both our sakes, I would that word
were true.

[dow.

Pet. A hundred marks, my Kate does put her down.

Hor. That's my office.

Pet. Spoke like an officer:-Ha' to thee, lad,
[drinks to Hortensio.
Bap.Howlikes 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 buttwere head and horn.
Vin. Ay, mistress bride, hath that awaken'd you?
Bian. Ay, but not frighted me; therefore I'll
sleep again.
[begun,
Pet. Nay, that you shall not; since you have
Have at you for a better jest or two.

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

[Exeunt Bianca, Katharine, and Widow. Pet. She hath prevented me.-Here, signior Tranio,

This bird you aimed at, though you hit her not;
Therefore, a health to all that shot and missed.
Tra. Oh, sir Lucentio slipp'd me like his grey-
hound,

Which runs himself, and catches for his master.
Pet. A goodswift' simile, but something currish.
Tra. 'Tis well, sir, that you hunted for yourself;
'Tis thought, your deer does hold you at a bay.
Bap. Oh, oh, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now.
Luc. I thank thee for that gird, good Tranio.
Hor. Confess, confess; lrath he not hit you there?
Pet 'A has a little gall'd 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,
think thou hast the veriest shrew of all.
Pet. Well, I say-no: and therefore, for assu-
Let's each one send unto his wife; [rance,
And he, whose wife is most obedient
To come at first when he doth send for her,
50Shall win the wager which we will propose.
Hor. Content;-What's the wager?
Luc. Twenty crowns.

Pet. Now, for my life, Hortensio fears his wi-
Wid. Then never trust me, if I be afeard.
Pet. You are very sensible, and yet you miss
I mean Hortensio is afeard of you. [my sense. 55
Wid. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns
Pet. Roundly replied.

Kath. Mistress, how mean you that?
Wid. Thus I conceive by him.

[round.

[that?

Pet. Conceive by me!-How likes Hortensio 00 Hor. Mywidow says, thus she conceives her tale. Pet. Very well mended: kiss him for that, good

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.

Hor. Content.

Pet. A match; 'tis done.

Meaning, a good quick-witted simile. A gird is a

Re-enter

Kath. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns

'A well known proverbial expression. sarcasm, a gibe.

Re-enter Biondello.

How now! what news?

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

Pet. How! she is busy, and she cannot come! 5 Is that an answer?

Gre. 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 intreat my wife 10
To come to me forthwith. [Exit Biondello.

Pet. Oh, oh! intreat her!
Nay, then she needs must come.
Hor. I am afraid, sir,

Do what you can, yours will not be intreated.
Enter Biondello.

Now, where's my wife?

[hand;

Bion. She says, you have some goodly jest in
She will not come; she bids you come to her.
Pet. Worse, and worse; she will not come!
Oh vile, intolerable, not to be endur'd!
Sirrah, Grumio, go to your mistress;
Say, I command her come to me. [Exit Grumio.
Hor. I know her answer.

Pet. What?

Hor. She will not.

Pet. The foulerfortune mine, and there an end.
Enter Katharine.

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What duty they do owe their lords and husbands.
Wid. Come, come, you're mocking; we will
have no telling.

Pet. Come on, I say, and first begin with her.
Wid. She shall not.

Pet. I say, she shall;—and first begin with her.
Kath. Fye! fye! unknit that threat'ning unkind
brow;

And dart not scornful glances from those eyes,
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor:
It blots thy beauty, as frosts bite the meads;
Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair
And in no sense is meet or amiable. [buds;
A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled,
15 Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty;
And, while it is so, none so dry or thirsty
Will deign to sip, or touch one drop of it.
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy sovereign: one that cares for thee,
And for thy maintenance: commits his body
To painful labour, both by sea and land;
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
While thou ly'st warm at home, secure and safe;
And craves no other tribute at thy hands,
25 But love, fair looks, and true obedience;---
Too little payment for so great a debt.
Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
Even such, a woman oweth to her husband:
And, when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
And not obedient to his honest will,
What is she but a foul contending rebel,.
And graceless traitor to her loving lord?—
I am asham'd, that women are so simple
To offer war where they should kneel for peace;
Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway,
When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.
Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth,
Unapt to toil and trouble in the 'world;

Bap. Now, by my holidame, here comes Ka-
tharina!
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Kath. What is your will, sir, that you sent for
Pet. 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 hus-35
Away, Isay, and bring them hitherstraight.[bands:
[Exit Katharine.

life,

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 40
And 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 Katharine, with Bianc. and Widow.
See where she comes; and brings your froward
As prisoners to her womanly persuasion.-[wives
Katharine, that cap of yours becomes you not;
Off with that bauble, throw it under foot.

[She pulls off her cap, and throws it down. Wid. Lord, let me never have a cause to sigh, 'Till I be brought to such a silly pass!

this?

But that our soft condition, and our hearts,
Should well agree with our external parts?
Come, come, you froward and unable worms!
My mind hath been as big as one of yours,
My heart as great; my reason, haply, more,
To bandy word for word, and frown for frown:
45 But now, I see our lances are-but straws;[pare,--
Our strength as weak, our weakness past com-
That seeming to be most,which we indeed least
Then vail your stomachs', for it is no boot; [are.
And place your hands below your husband's foot:
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Myhand is ready, may it do him ease.[me, Kate.
Pet. Why there's a wench!-Come on, and kiss
Luc. Well, gothyways, old lad; for thou shalt ha't.
Vin. 'Tis a good hearing, when children are
toward.
[froward.
Luc. But a harsh hearing, when women are
Pet. Come, Kate, we'll to-bed :———
We three are married, but you two are sped.
Twas I won the wager, though you hit the white';
And, being a winner, God give you good night!
[Exeunt Petruchio and Katharine.
Hor. Now go thy ways, thou hast tam'd a
curst shrew,

Bian. Fye! what a foolish duty call you Luc. I would, your duty were as foolish too: The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca, [time. Hath cost me an hundred crowns since supperBian. The more fool you for laying on my duty. Pet. Katharine, 1 charge thee, tell these head; strong women 'Meaning, lower your pride. ? A phrase borrowed from archery, the mark being commonly

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Luc. "Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be
tam'd so.
[Exeunt omnes.

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