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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 imprimen- Such war of white and red within her cheeks ! dum solum : to the church ;-take the priest, What stars do spangle heaven with such beauty, clerk, and some sufficient honest witnesses. As those two eyes become that heavenly face? If this be not that you look for, I have no more Fair lovely maid, once more good day to thee.

Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's sake. But bid Bianca farewell for ever and a day. Hor. 'A will make the man mad, to make a

[Going woman of him. Luc. Hearest. thou, Biondello ?

Kath. Young budding virgin, fair and fresh Bion. I cannot tarry : I knew a wench and sweet, married in an afternoon as she went to the Whither away ; or where is thy abode ? garden for parsley to stuff a rabbit ; and so Happy the parents of so fair a child; may you, sir : and so, adieu, sir. My master Happier the man, whom favourable stars hath appointed me to go to St. Luke's, to bid Allot thee for his lovely bedfellow ! the priest be ready to come against you come Pet. Why, how now, Kate! I hope thou with your appendix.

(Exit. art not mad : Luc. I may, and will, if she be so con- This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither d; tented :

[doubt? | And not a maiden, as thou say'st he is. She will be pleas'd ; then wherefore should I Kath. Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes, Hap what hap may, I'll roundly go about her : That have been so bedazzled with the sun, It shall go hard, if Cambio go without her. That everything I look on seemeth green :

[Exit. Now I perceive thou art a reverend father ; SCENE V.-A public Road.

Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad mistaking.

Pet. Do, good old grandsire ; and withal Enter Petruchio, Katharina, and Hortensio.

make known Pet. Come on, o' God's name; once more which way thou travell'st : if along with us, toward our father's.

We shall be joyful of thy company. Good lord, how bright and goodly shines the Vin. Fair sir, and you my merry mistress, moon !

[light now. That with your strange encounter much Kath. The moon ! the sun : it is not moon

amaz'd me,

[Pisa; Pet. I say it is the moon that shines so My name is called Vincentio ; my dwelling, bright.

(bright. And bound I am to Padua ; there to visit Kath. I know it is the sun that shines so A son of mine, which long I have not seen. Pet Now, by my mother's son, and that's Pet. What is his name? myself,


Lucentio, gentle sir. It shall be moon, or star, or what I list, Pet. Happily met ; the happier for thy son. Or ere I journey to your father's house.- And now by law, as well as reverend age, Go on, and fetch our horses back again.- I may entitle thee my loving father : Evermore cross'd, and cross'd ; nothing but The sister to my wife, this gentlewoman, cross'd!

| Thy son by this hath married. Wonder not, Hor. Say as he says, or we shall never go. Nor be not griev'd : she is of good esteem, Kath. Forward, I pray, since we have come Her dowry wealthy, and of worthy birth ; so far,

Besides, so qualified as may beseem And be it moon, or sun, or what you please : The spouse of any noble gentleman. An if you please to call it a rush candle, Let me embrace with old Vincentio : Henceforth, I vow, it shall be so for me. And wander we to see thy honest son, Pet. I say it is the moon.

Who will of thy arrival be full joyous. (sure, Kath.

I know it is the moon. Vin. But is this true? or is it else your pleaPet. Nay, then you lie : it is the blessed sun. Like pleasant travellers, to break a jest Kath. Then God be bless'd, it is the blessed Upon the company you overtake?

Hor. I do assure ihee, father, so it is. But sun it is not, when you say it is not ; Pet. Come, go along, and see the truth And the moon changes, even as your mind.

hereof; What you will have it nam'd, even that it is; For our first merriment hath made thee jealous. And so, it shall be so for Katharine. won. [Exeunt Petruchio, Katharina, and Vinceptio.

Hor. Petruchio, go thy ways ; the field is Hor. Well, Petruchio, this has put me in Pet. Well, forward, forward! thus the bowl heart. should run,

Have to my widow ! and if she be froward, And not unluckily against the bias.

Then hast thou taught Hortensio to be untoBut soft! company is coming here.


[Exit. Enter Vincentio, in a travelling dress. [To Vincentio.] Good-morrow, gentle mis

tress : where away?


my life.

Vin. Come hither, you rogue. What, have ACT V.

you forgot me ?

Bion. Forgot you! no, sir : I could not SCENE I.–Padua. Before Lucentio's House forget you, for I never saw you before in all Enter on one side Biondello, Lucentio, and

Vin. What, you notorious villain, didst thou Bianca ; Gremio walking on the other side.

dever see thy master's father, Vincentio ? Bior. Softly and swiftly, sir ; for the priest Bion. What, my old, worshipful old master? is ready.

yes, marry, sir : see where he looks out of the Luc. I fly, Biondello ; but they may chance window. to need thee at home; therefore leave us. Vin. Ist so, indeed ? [Beats Biondello.

Biva. Say, faith, I'll see the church o' your Bion. Help, help, help! here's a madman back; and then come back to my master as will murder me.

Exit. soon as I can.

Ped. Help, son ! help, signior Baptista ! (Exeunt Lucentio, Bianca, and Biondello.

[Exit from the window. Gre. I marvel Cambio comes not all this Pet. Pr'ythee, Kate, let's stand aside, and while.

see the end of this controversy. [They retire. Enter Petruchio, Katharina, Vincentio, and Re-enter Pedant below; Baptista, Tranio, anul Attendants.

Servants. Pet. Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's Tra. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat house :

[place: my servant ? My father's bears more toward the market- Vin. What am I, sir ! nay, what are you, Thither must I, and here I leave you, sir. sir ?-0 immortal gods! O fine villain ! A Vin. You shall not choose but drink before siiken doublet ! a velvet hose ! a scarlet cloak ! you go :

and a copatain hat !-O, I am undone! I am I think I shall command your welcome here, undone ! while I play the good husband at dad, by all likelihood, some cheer is toward. home, my son and my servant spend all at the

[knocks. university. Gre. They're busy within ; you were best Tra. How now! what's the matter? knock louder.

Bup. What, is the man lunatic? Enter Pedant above, at a window.

Tra. Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentlePed. What's he, that knocks as he would man by your habit, but your words show you bear down the gate?

a madman. Why, sir, what 'cerns it you if I l'ixIs signior Lucentio within, sir ? wear pearl and gold? I thank my good father, Ped. He's within, sir ; but not to be spoken I am able to maintain it. withal.

Vin. Thy father! O villain ! he is a sailVix. What if a man bring him a hundred maker in Bergamo. pound or two, to make merry withal ?

Bap. You mistake, sir, you mistake, sir. Ped. Keep your hundred pounds to yourself: Pray, what do you think is his name? he shall need none, so long as I live.

Vin. His name ! as if I knew not his name : Pet. Vay, I told you your son was well be- I have brought him up ever since he was three loved in Padua.–Do you hear, sir ?--to leave years old, and his name is Tranio. freolous circumstances, -I pray you, tell sig: Ped. Away, away, mad ass ! his name is pior Lucentio, that his father is come from Lucentio; and he is mine only son, and heir Pisa, and is here at the door to speak with to the lands of me, signior Vincentio.

Vin. Lucentio ! O, he hath murdered his Ped. Thou liest : his father is come from master! Lay hold on him, I charge you in Pisa, and here looking out at the window. the duke's name.-O my son, my son !-tell Vin. Art thou his father?

me, thou villain, where is my sou Lucentio? Ped. Ay, sir ; so his mother says, if I may Tra. Call forth an officer. believe her.

Enter one with an Officer. Pet. To Vincen.) Why, how now, gentle Carry this mad knave to the jail.-Father Bapman! why, this is flat knavery, to take upon tista, I charge you see that he be forthcoming. you another man's name.

Vin. Carry me to the jail ! Ped. Lay hands on the villain. I believe, 'a Gre. Stay, officer: he shall not go to prison. means to cozen somebody in this city under Bap. Talk not, signior Gremio : I say he my countenance.

shall go to prison. Re-enter Biondello.

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 ! Ped. Swear, if thou darest. Dow we are undone, and brought to nothing. Gre. Nay, I dare not swear it.

l'in. (Seeing Bion.] Come hither, crack- Tra. Then thou wert best say, that I am Bion. I hope I may choose, sir.

(hemp. not Lucentio.


Gre. Yes, I know thee to be signior Lucentio.

Scene II.-A Room in Lucentio's House. Bap. Away with the dotard ! to the jail with him !

A Banquet set out. Enter Baptista, VinVin. Thus strangers may be haled and

centio, Gremio, the Pedant, Lucentio, O monstrous villain !

(abused : Bianca, Petruchio, Katharina, Hortensio, Re-enter Biondello, with Lucentio and Bianca. and Widow. Tranio, Biondello, Grumio, Bion. O, we are spoiled and—yonder he is :

and others, attending. deny him, forswear him, or else we are all Luc. At last, though long, our jarring notes undone.

agree : Luc. [Kneeling.) Pardon, sweet father. And time it is, when raging war is done, Vin.

Lives my sweetest son? To smile at 'scapes and perils overblown.[Biondello, Tranio, and Pedant run out. My fair Bianca, bid my father welcome, Bian. (K'neeling.) Pardon, dear father. While I with self-same kindness welcome Bap.

How hast thou offended ?-- thine.Where is Lucentio?

Brother Petruchio,-sister Katharina, Luc.

Here's Lucentio, And thou, Hortensio, with thy loving widow,Right son to the right Vincentio ;

Feast with the best, and welcome to my house : That have by marriage made thy daughter mine, My banquet is to close our stomachs up. While counterfeit supposes blear'd thine eyne. After our great good cheer. Pray you, sit down; Gre. Here's packing, with a witness, to de- For now we sit to chat, as well as eat. ceive us all !

[They sit at table. Vin. Where is that damned villain Tranio, Pet. Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and That fac'd and brav'd me in this matter so?

eat !

(truchio. Bip. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio ? Bap. Padua affords this kindness, son PeBian. Cambio is chang'd into Lucentio. Pet. Padua affords nothing but what is kind. Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's Hor. For both our sakes, I would that word love

were true.

(widow. Made me exchange my state with Tranio, Pet. Now, for my life, Hortensio fears his While he did bear my countenance in the town; Wid. Then never trust me, if I be afeared. And happily I have arriv'd at last

Pet. You are very sensible, and yet you Unto the wished haven of my bliss.

miss my sense : What Tranio did, myself enforc'd him to ; I mean, Hortensio is afeared of

you. Then pardon him, sweet father, for my sake. Wid. He that is giddy thinks the world

Vin. I'll slit the villain's nose, that would Pet. Roundly replied. (turns round. have sent me to the jail.

Kath. Mistress, how mean you that? Bap. (To Lucentio.] But do you hear, sir? Wid. Thus I conceive by him. Have you married my daughter without asking Pet. Conceives by me !-How likes Hormy good-will?

tensio that?

{her tale. Vin. Fear not, Baptista ; we will content Hor. My widow says, thus she conceives you, go to; but I will in, to be revenged for Pet. Very well mended.-Kiss him for that. this villainy. (Erit. good widow.

(turns round: Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this Kath. He that is giddy things the world knavery.

[Exit. I pray you, tell me what you meant by that. Luc. Look not pale, Bianca ; thy father will Wid. Your husband, being troubled with a not frown.

(Exeunt Luc. and Bian. shrew, Gre. My cake is dough; but I'll in among Measures my husband's sorrow by his woe : the rest ;

And now you know my meaning. Out of hope of all, but my share of the feast. Kath. A very mean meaning.

[Exit. Wid.

Right, I mean you, Petruchio and Katharina advance. Kath. And I am mean, indeed, respecting Rath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end you. of this ado.

Pet. To her, Kate ! Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will. Hor. To her, widow ! Kath. What, in the midst of the street ? Pet. A hundred marks, my Kate does put Pet. What, art thou ashamed of me?

Hor. That's my office.

(her down. Kath. No, sir, God forbid ; but ashamed Pet. Spoke like an officer :-Ha' to thee, lad. to kiss.

(Drinks to Hortensio. Pet. Why then, let's home again.-Come, Bap. How likes Gremio these quick-witted sirrah, let's away:

folks? Kath. Nay, I will give thee a kiss : now Gre. Believe me, sir, they butt together well. pray thee, love, stay.

Bian. Head and butt! a hasty-witted body Pet. Is not this well?-Come, my sweet Kate; Would say, your head and butt were head and Better once than never, for never too late.


you? [Exeunt. Vin. Ay, mistress bride, hath that awaken'd

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Bian. Ay, but not frighted me; therefore

Re-enter Biondello.
I'll sleep again.
(begun, Now, where's my wife?

(in hand : Pet. Nay, that you shall not : since you have Bion. She says you have some goodly jest Have at you for a bitter jest or two. [bush, She will not come; she bids you come to her.

Bian. Am I your bird ? I mean to shift my Pet. Worse and worse ; she will not come! And then pursue me as you draw your bow.-- Intolerable, not to be endur'd ! (O vile, You are welcome all.

Sirrah Grumio, go to your mistress ; say, [Exeunt Bianca, Katharina, and Widow. I command her to come to me. [Exit Grumio. Pit. She hath prevented me.-Here, signior

Hor. I know her answer. Pet. What? Tranio;

Hor. She will not.

(end. This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not, Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an Therefore a health to all that shot and miss'd. Bap. Now, by my holidame, here comes Tra. O sir, Lucentio slipp'd me like his Katharina ! greyhound,

Re-enter Katharina. Which runs himself, and catches for his master. Kath. What is your will, sir, that you send Pet. A good swift simile, but something cur

for me?

(wife? rish.

(yourself : Pet. Where is your sister, and Hortensio's Tra. 'Tis well, sir, that you hunted for Kath. They sit conferring by the parlour "Tis thought your deer does hold you at a bay. fire,

(come, Bup. O ho, Petruchio! Tranio hits you now. Pet. Go, fetch them hither: if they deny to Luc. I thank thee for that gird, good Tranio. Swinge me them soundly forth unto their husHor. Confess, confess, hath he not hit you

bands : here?

Away, I say, and bring them hither straight. Pet. 'A has a little gall'd me, I confess ;

(Exit Katharina. And, as the jest did glance away from me, Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a "Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright.

wonder. Bip. Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio, Hor. And so it is: I wonder what it bodes. I think thou hast the veriest shrew of all. Pet. Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and Pet. Well, I say no : and therefore, for as- quiet life, surance,

An awful rule, and right supremacy ; Let's each one send unto his wife ;

And, to be short, what not, that's sweet and And he whose wife is most obedient

happy. To come at first when he doth send for her, Bap. Now, fair befall thee, good Petruchio! Shall win the wager which we will propose. The wager thou hast won; and I will add Hor. Content. What is the wager? Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns ;

Twenty crowns. Another dowry to another daughter, Pet. Twenty crowns!

For she is chang'd, as she had never been.
I'll renture so much on my hawk or hound, Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet,
Put twenty times so much upon my wise. And show more sign of her obedience,
Luc. A hundred then.

Her new-built virtue and obedience.

Re-enter Katharina, with Bianca and Widow. A match ! 'tis done. See, where she comes, and brings your froHor. Who shall begin ?

ward wives That will I.- As prisoners to her womanly persuasion. Go, Biondello, bid your mistress come to me. Katharine, that cap of yours becomes you not:

(Exit. Off with that bauble, throw it under foot. Bap. Son, I will be your half, Bianca comes. (Katharina pulls off her cap, and throws Luc. I'll have no halves; I'll bear it all

it down. myself.

Wid. Lord ! let me never have a cause to Re-enter Biondello.

Till I be brought to such a silly pass! (sigh, How now! what news?

Bian. Fie! what a foolish duty call you Bion.

Sir, my mistress sends you word this? That she is busy, and she cannot come. Luc. I would your duty were as foolish too:

Pet. How! she is busy, and she cannot The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca, Is that an answer ?

(come ! Hath cost me a hundred crowns since supperGre. Ay, and a kind one too : time.

[duty. Pray God, sir, your wife send you not a worse. Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my Pet. I hope, better.

(wife Pet. Katharine, I charge thee, tell these Hor. Sirrah Biondello, go and entreat my head-strong women

{bands. To come to me forthwith. [Exit Biondello. What duty they do owe their lords and husPet.

O ho! entreat her! Wid. Come, come, you're mocking: we Nay, then she must needs come.

will have no telling. Hor.

I am afraid, sir, Pet. Come on, I say; and first begin with Do what you can, yours will not be entreated. Wid. She shall not.





Bion. I go.

Pet. I say she shall :--and first begin with Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and her.

[kind brow; smooth, Kath. Fie, fie! unknit that threat'ning un- Unapt to toil and trouble in the world, And dart not scornful glances from those eyes, But that our soft conditions, and our hearts, To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor : Should well agree with our external parts? It blots thy beauty, as frosts bite the meads; Come, come, you froward and unable worms ! Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair My mind hath been as big as one of yours, And in no sense is meet or amiable. (buds; My heart as great, my reason, haply, more, A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled, To bandy word for word, and frown for frown: Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty; But now I see our lances are but straws ; And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty Our strength as weak, our weakness past comWill deign to sip, or touch one drop of it.

pare,-Thy inusband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, That seeming to be most, which we least are. Thy head, thy sovereign ; one that cares for Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot ; thee,

And place your hands below your husband's And for thy maintenance; commits his body In token of which duty, if he please, [foot : To painful labour both by sea and land, My hand is ready, may it do him ease. To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, Pet. Why, there's a wench !

Come on, Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and and kiss me, Kate.

(shalt ha't. safe ;

Luc. Well, go thy ways, old lad; for thou And craves no other tribute at thy hands, Vin. 'Tis a good hearing, when children are But love, fair looks, and true obedience,

toward. Too little payment for so great a debt.

Luc. But a harsh hearing, when women are Such duty as the subject owes the prince,

froward. Even such a woman oweth to her husband ; Pet. Come, Kate, we'll to bed.-And, when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour, We three are married, but you two are sped. And not obedient to his honest will,

'Twas I won the wager, [Tu Lucentio.) though What is she but a foul contending rebel,

you hit the whire; And graceless traitor to her loving lord ?- And, being a winner, God give you good night! I am asham'd that women are so simple

(Excunt Petruchio and Kath. To offer war, where they should kneel for Hor. Now, go thy ways; thou hast tam'd a peace;

curst shrew, Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway,

Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.!

be tam'd so.




Helena, a Gentlewoman protected by the Duke of Florence.

Countess. Bertram, Count of Rousillon.

A Widow of Florence. Lafeu, an old Lord.

Diana, Daughter to the Widow. Parolles, a follower of Bertram.

Violenta, 1 Neighbours and Friends to the Several young French Lords, who serve with Mariana, } Widow.

Bertram in the Florentine war. Steward, Clown, and Page to the Countess of Lords, Officers, Soldiers, &c., French and Rousilion.

Florentine. Countess of Ro Mother to Bertram.

SCENE,-Partly in France and partly in Tuscany.


Ber. And I, in going, madam, weep o'er

my father's death anew : but I must attend his Scene I.-Rousillon. A Room in the Countess's Palace.

majesty's command, to whom I am now in

ward, evermore in subjection. Enter Bertram, the Countess of Rousillon, Laf. You shall find of the king a husband, Helena, and Lafeu.

madam ;-you, sir, a father : he that so generCount. 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 sur

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