Bion. I cannot tell; expect they are busied Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too, about a counterfeit assurance: take you as-Hast thou beheld a fresher gentlewoman? surance of her, cum privilegio ad imprimendum solum to the church;-take the priest, clerk, and some sufficient honest witnesses. If this be not that you look for, I have no more to say, But bid Bianca farewell for ever and a day. [Going. Luc. Hearest. thou, Biondello? Bion. I cannot tarry: I knew a wench married in an afternoon as she went to the garden for parsley to stuff a rabbit; and so may you, sir: and so, adieu, sir. My master hath appointed me to go to St. 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 : [doubt? She will be pleas'd; then wherefore should I Hap what hap may, I'll roundly go about her: It shall go hard, if Cambio go without her. [Exit. SCENE V.-A public Road. Enter Petruchio, Katharina, and Hortensio. Pet. Come on, o' God's name; once more toward our father's. moon ! Good lord, how bright and goodly shines the It shall be moon, or star, or what I list, 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: 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.Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's sake. Hor. 'A will make the man mad, to make a woman of him. Kath. Young budding virgin, fair and fresh and sweet, Whither away; or where is thy abode? Pet. Why, how now, Kate! I hope thou art not mad : This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither'd; And not a maiden, as thou say'st he is. Kath. Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes, That have been so bedazzled with the sun, That everything 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 Which way thou travell'st: if along with us, We shall be joyful of thy company. Vin. Fair sir, and you my merry mistress, Hor. I do assure thee, father, so it is. hereof; For our first merriment hath made thee jealous. [Exeunt Petruchio, Katharina, and Vincentio. Hor. Well, Petruchio, this has put me in heart. Have to my widow! and if she be froward, Then hast thou taught Hortensio to be untoward. [Exit. ACT V. SCENE I.-Padua. Before Lucentio's House. Luc. I fly, Biondello; but they may chance to need thee at home; therefore leave us. Bin. Nay, faith, I'll see the church o' your back; and then come back to my master as soon as I can. [Exeunt Lucentio, Bianca, and Biondello. Vin. Come hither, you rogue. What, have 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, didst thou never see thy master's father, Vincentio ? Bion. What, my old, worshipful old master? yes, marry, sir: see where he looks out of the window. Vin. Is't so, indeed? [Beats Biondello. Bion. Help, help, help! here's a madman will murder me. Exit. Ped. Help, son! help, signior Baptista! [Exit from the window. Pet. Pr'ythee, Kate, let's stand aside, and see the end of this controversy. [They retire. Enter Petruchio, Katharina, Vincentio, and Re-enter Pedant below; Baptista, Tranio, and Attendants. Pet. Sir, here's the door, this Lucentio's [place; My father's bears more toward the market- I think I shall command your welcome here, Enter Pedant above, at a window. Ped. What's he, that knocks as he would bear 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 well beloved in Padua.-Do you hear, sir?-to leave frivolous circumstances,-I pray you, tell sig. nior Lucentio, that his father is come from Fisa, and is here at the door to speak with him. Ped. Thou liest: his father is come from Ped. Ay, sir; so his mother says, if I may believe her. Pet. To Vincen.] 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 means to cozen somebody in this city under my countenance. Re-enter Biondello. Servants. Tra. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my servant? Vin. What am I, sir! nay, what are you, sir?-O immortal gods! O fine villain! A siiken doublet! a velvet hose! a scarlet cloak ! and a copatain hat !-O, I am undone! I am undone while I play the good husband at home, my son and my servant spend all at the university. Tra. How now! what's the matter? Tra. Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman by your habit, but your words show you a madman. Why, sir, what 'cerns it you if I wear pearl and gold? I thank my good father, I am able to maintain it. Vin. Thy father! O 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! O, he hath murdered his master! Lay hold on him, I charge you in the duke's name.-O my son, my son !-tell me, thou villain, where is my son Lucentio? Tra. Call forth an officer. Enter one with an Officer. Carry this mad knave to the jail.-Father Baptista, I charge you see that he be forthcoming. 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 Bion. I have seen them in the church to-be cony-catched in this business: I dare swear gether: God send 'em good shipping !-But this is the right Vincentio. who is here? mine old master, Vincentio ! now we are undone, and brought to nothing. Vin. [Seeing Bion.] Come hither, crackBion. I hope may choose, sir. Ped. Swear, if thou darest. Tra. Then thou wert best say, that I am [hemp.not Lucentio. Gre. Yes, I know thee to be signior Lucentio. Bap. Away with the dotard! to the jail with him! Vin. Thus strangers may be haled and O monstrous villain ! [abused:Re-enter Biondello, with Lucentio and Bianca. Bion. O, we are spoiled and-yonder he is : deny him, forswear him, or else we are all undone. Luc. [Kneeling.] Pardon, sweet father. Where is Lucentio? Luc. Here's Lucentio, Right son to the right Vincentio ; That have by marriage made thy daughter mine, While counterfeit supposes blear'd thine eyne. Gre. Here's packing, with a witness, to deceive us all! 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? Bian. Cambio is chang'd into Lucentio. Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's love Made me exchange my state with Tranio, Bap. [To Lucentio.] But do you hear, sir? Have you married my daughter without asking my good-will? [Exit. SCENE II-A Room in Lucentio's House. A Banquet set out. Enter Baptista, Vincentio, Gremio, the Pedant, Lucentio, Bianca, Petruchio, Katharina, Hortensio, and Widow. Tranio, Biondello, Grumio, and others, attending. Luc. At last, though long, our jarring notes agree: And time it is, when raging war is done, Brother Petruchio,-sister Katharina,- [They sit at table. Pet. Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat! [truchio. Bap. Padua affords this kindness, son PePet. Padua affords nothing but what is kind. Hor. For both our sakes, I would that word [widow. were true. Pet. Now, for my life, Hortensio fears his I mean, Hortensio is afeared of you. Vin. Fear not, Baptista; we will content you, go to; but I will in, to be revenged for this villainy. Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this knavery. [Exit. I Luc. Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not frown. [Exeunt Luc. and Bian. 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 Katharina advance. Kath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end of this ado. Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will. Pet. Why then, let's home again.-Come, sirrah, let's away. Kath. Nay, I will give thee a kiss now pray thee, love, stay. Pet. Is not this well?-Come, my sweet Kate; Better once than never, for never too late. [Exeunt. tensio that? Pet. Conceives by me!-How likes Hor- Measures my husband's sorrow by his woe : Right, I mean you, Kath. And I am mean, indeed, respecting Bian. Ay, but not frighted me; therefore [Exeunt Bianca, Katharina, and Widow Pet. She hath prevented me.-Here, signior Tranio ; This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not, greyhound, Which runs himself, and catches for his master. Pet. A good swift simile, but something currish. [yourself: Tra. 'Tis well, sir, that you hunted for Pet. 'A has a little gall'd me, I confess; Pet. Well, I say no: and therefore, for as surance, Let's each one send unto his wife; Pet. Twenty crowns! Twenty crowns. I'll venture so much on my hawk or hound, Hor. Pet. Hor. Who shall begin? Content. [in hand: Re-enter Biondello. quiet life, An awful rule, and right supremacy; And, to be short, what not, that's sweet and Bap. Now, fair befall thee, good Petruchio! A match! 'tis done. See, where she comes, and brings your fro That will I.Go. Biondello, bid your mistress come to me. Bion. I go. [Exit. 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? Bion. Pet. Hor. ward wives smooth, Unapt to toil and trouble in the world, Pet. I say she shall-and first begin with Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and her. [kind brow; Kath. Fie, fie! unknit that threat'ning unAnd 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, 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 watch the night in storms, the day in cold, And craves no other tribute at thy hands, Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway, pare,- That seeming to be most, which we least are. and kiss me, Kate. Come on, [shalt hat. Luc. Well, go thy ways, old lad; for thou Vin. 'Tis a good hearing, when children are toward. Luc. But a harsh hearing, when women are froward. Pet. Come, Kate, we'll to bed.— We three are married, but you two are sped. 'Twas I won the wager, [To Lucentio.] though you hit the white; And, being a winner, God give you good night! [Exeunt Petruchio and Kata. Hor. Now, go thy ways; thou hast tam'd a Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will Steward, Clown, and Page to the Countess of Lords, Officers, Soldiers, &c., French and Rousillon. Countess of Rousillon, Mother to Bertram. Florentine. SCENE, Partly in France and partly in Tuscany. ACT I. SCENE I.-Rousillon. A Room in the Enter Bertram, the Countess of Rousillon, Helena, and Lafeu. Ber. And I, in going, madam, weep o'er my father's death anew: but I must attend his majesty's command, to whom I am now in ward, evermore in subjection. Laf. You shall find of the king a husband, madam ;-you, sir, a father: he that so gener Count. In delivering my son from me, I ally is at all times good, must of necessity hold bury a second husband. This virtue to you; whose worthiness would stir |