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The Taming of the Shrew


 
 Actus primus. Scaena Prima.
 
 Enter Begger and Hostes, Christophero Sly.
 
   Begger. Ile pheeze you infaith
 
    Host. A paire of stockes you rogue
 
    Beg. Y'are a baggage, the Slies are no
 Rogues. Looke in the Chronicles, we came
 in with Richard Conqueror: therefore Paucas
 pallabris, let the world slide: Sessa
 
    Host. You will not pay for the glasses you haue burst?
   Beg. No, not a deniere: go by S[aint]. Ieronimie, goe to thy
 cold bed, and warme thee
 
    Host. I know my remedie, I must go fetch the Head-borough
 
    Beg. Third, or fourth, or fift Borough, Ile answere
 him by Law. Ile not budge an inch boy: Let him come,
 and kindly.
 
 Falles asleepe.
 
 Winde hornes. Enter a Lord from hunting, with his traine.
 
   Lo. Huntsman I charge thee, tender wel my hounds,
 Brach Meriman, the poore Curre is imbost,
 And couple Clowder with the deepe-mouth'd brach,
 Saw'st thou not boy how Siluer made it good
 At the hedge corner, in the couldest fault,
 I would not loose the dogge for twentie pound
 
    Hunts. Why Belman is as good as he my Lord,
 He cried vpon it at the meerest losse,
 And twice to day pick'd out the dullest sent,
 Trust me, I take him for the better dogge
 
    Lord. Thou art a Foole, if Eccho were as fleete,
 I would esteeme him worth a dozen such:
 But sup them well, and looke vnto them all,
 To morrow I intend to hunt againe
 
    Hunts. I will my Lord
 
    Lord. What's heere? One dead, or drunke? See doth
 he breath?
   2.Hun. He breath's my Lord. Were he not warm'd
 with Ale, this were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly
 
    Lord. Oh monstrous beast, how like a swine he lyes.
 Grim death, how foule and loathsome is thine image:
 Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man.
 What thinke you, if he were conuey'd to bed,
 Wrap'd in sweet cloathes: Rings put vpon his fingers:
 A most delicious banquet by his bed,
 And braue attendants neere him when he wakes,
 Would not the begger then forget himselfe?
   1.Hun. Beleeue me Lord, I thinke he cannot choose
 
    2.H. It would seem strange vnto him when he wak'd
   Lord. Euen as a flatt'ring dreame, or worthles fancie.
 Then take him vp, and manage well the iest:
 Carrie him gently to my fairest Chamber,
 And hang it round with all my wanton pictures:
 Balme his foule head in warme distilled waters,
 And burne sweet Wood to make the Lodging sweete:
 Procure me Musicke readie when he wakes,
 To make a dulcet and a heauenly sound:
 And if he chance to speake, be readie straight
 (And with a lowe submissiue reuerence)
 Say, what is it your Honor wil command:
 Let one attend him with a siluer Bason
 Full of Rose-water, and bestrew'd with Flowers,
 Another beare the Ewer: the third a Diaper,
 And say wilt please your Lordship coole your hands.
 Some one be readie with a costly suite,
 And aske him what apparrel he will weare:
 Another tell him of his Hounds and Horse,
 And that his Ladie mournes at his disease,
 Perswade him that he hath bin Lunaticke,
 And when he sayes he is, say that he dreames,
 For he is nothing but a mightie Lord:
 This do, and do it kindly, gentle sirs,
 It wil be pastime passing excellent,
 If it be husbanded with modestie
 
    1.Hunts. My Lord I warrant you we wil play our part
 As he shall thinke by our true diligence
 He is no lesse then what we say he is
 
    Lord. Take him vp gently, and to bed with him,
 And each one to his office when he wakes.
 
 Sound trumpets.
 
 Sirrah, go see what Trumpet 'tis that sounds,
 Belike some Noble Gentleman that meanes
 (Trauelling some iourney) to repose him heere.
 Enter Seruingman.
 
 How now? who is it?
   Ser. An't please your Honor, Players
 That offer seruice to your Lordship.
 Enter Players.
 
   Lord. Bid them come neere:
 Now fellowes, you are welcome
 
    Players. We thanke your Honor
 
    Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to night?
   2.Player. So please your Lordshippe to accept our
 dutie
 
    Lord. With all my heart. This fellow I remember,
 Since once he plaide a Farmers eldest sonne,
 'Twas where you woo'd the Gentlewoman so well:
 I haue forgot your name: but sure that part
 Was aptly fitted, and naturally perform'd
 
    Sincklo. I thinke 'twas Soto that your honor meanes
 
    Lord. 'Tis verie true, thou didst it excellent:
 Well you are come to me in happie time,
 The rather for I haue some sport in hand,
 Wherein your cunning can assist me much.
 There is a Lord will heare you play to night;
 But I am doubtfull of your modesties,
 Least (ouer-eying of his odde behauiour,
 For yet his honor neuer heard a play)
 You breake into some merrie passion,
 And so offend him: for I tell you sirs,
 If you should smile, he growes impatient
 
    Plai. Feare not my Lord, we can contain our selues,
 Were he the veriest anticke in the world
 
    Lord. Go sirra, take them to the Butterie,
 And giue them friendly welcome euerie one,
 Let them want nothing that my house affoords.
 
 Exit one with the Players.
 
 Sirra go you to Bartholmew my Page,
 And see him drest in all suites like a Ladie:
 That done, conduct him to the drunkards chamber,
 And call him Madam, do him obeisance:
 Tell him from me (as he will win my loue)
 He beare himselfe with honourable action,
 Such as he hath obseru'd in noble Ladies
 Vnto their Lords, by them accomplished,
 Such dutie to the drunkard let him do:
 With soft lowe tongue, and lowly curtesie,
 And say: What is't your Honor will command,
 Wherein your Ladie, and your humble wife,
 May shew her dutie, and make knowne her loue.
 And then with kinde embracements, tempting kisses,
 And with declining head into his bosome
 Bid him shed teares, as being ouer-ioyed
 To see her noble Lord restor'd to health,
 Who for this seuen yeares hath esteemed him
 No better then a poore and loathsome begger:
 And if the boy haue not a womans guift
 To raine a shower of commanded teares,
 An Onion wil do well for such a shift,
 Which in a Napkin (being close conuei'd)
 Shall in despight enforce a waterie eie:
 See this dispatch'd with all the hast thou canst,
 Anon Ile giue thee more instructions.
 
 Exit a seruingman.
 
 I know the boy will wel vsurpe the grace,
 Voice, gate, and action of a Gentlewoman:
 I long to heare him call the drunkard husband,
 And how my men will stay themselues from laughter,
 When they do homage to this simple peasant,
 Ile in to counsell them: haply my presence
 May well abate the ouer-merrie spleene,
 Which otherwise would grow into extreames.
 Enter aloft the drunkard with attendants, some with apparel, Bason
 and
 Ewer, & other appurtenances, & Lord.
 
   Beg. For Gods sake a pot of small Ale
 
    1.Ser. Wilt please your Lord drink a cup of sacke?
   2.Ser. Wilt please your Honor taste of these Conserues?
   3.Ser. What raiment wil your honor weare to day
 
    Beg. I am Christophero Sly, call not mee Honour nor
 Lordship: I ne're drank sacke in my life: and if you giue
 me any Conserues, giue me conserues of Beefe: nere ask
 me what raiment Ile weare, for I haue no more doublets
 then backes: no more stockings then legges: nor
 no more shooes then feet, nay sometime more feete then
 shooes, or such shooes as my toes looke through the ouer-leather
 
    Lord. Heauen cease this idle humor in your Honor.
 Oh that a mightie man of such discent,
 Of such possessions, and so high esteeme
 Should be infused with so foule a spirit
 
    Beg. What would you make me mad? Am not I Christopher
 Slie, old Slies sonne of Burton-heath, by byrth a
 Pedler, by education a Cardmaker, by transmutation a
 Beare-heard, and now by present profession a Tinker.
 Aske Marrian Hacket the fat Alewife of Wincot, if shee
 know me not: if she say I am not xiiii.d. on the score for
 sheere Ale, score me vp for the lyingst knaue in Christen
 dome. What I am not bestraught: here's-
   3.Man. Oh this it is that makes your Ladie mourne
 
    2.Man. Oh this is it that makes your seruants droop
 
    Lord. Hence comes it, that your kindred shuns your house
 As beaten hence by your strange Lunacie.
 Oh Noble Lord, bethinke thee of thy birth,
 Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment,
 And banish hence these abiect lowlie dreames:
 Looke how thy seruants do attend on thee,
 Each in his office readie at thy becke.
 Wilt thou haue Musicke? Harke Apollo plaies,
 
 Musick
 
 And twentie caged Nightingales do sing.
 Or wilt thou sleepe? Wee'l haue thee to a Couch,
 Softer and sweeter then the lustfull bed
 On purpose trim'd vp for Semiramis.
 Say thou wilt walke: we wil bestrow the ground.
 Or wilt thou ride? Thy horses shal be trap'd,
 Their harnesse studded all with Gold and Pearle.
 Dost thou loue hawking? Thou hast hawkes will soare
 Aboue the morning Larke. Or wilt thou hunt,
 Thy hounds shall make the Welkin answer them
 And fetch shrill ecchoes from the hollow earth
 
    1.Man. Say thou wilt course, thy gray-hounds are as swift
 As breathed Stags: I fleeter then the Roe
 
    2.M. Dost thou loue pictures? we wil fetch thee strait
 Adonis painted by a running brooke,
 And Citherea all in sedges hid,
 Which seeme to moue and wanton with her breath,
 Euen as the wauing sedges play with winde
 
    Lord. Wee'l shew thee Io, as she was a Maid,
 And how she was beguiled and surpriz'd,
 As liuelie painted, as the deede was done
 
    3.Man. Or Daphne roming through a thornie wood,
 Scratching her legs, that one shal sweare she bleeds,
 And at that sight shal sad Apollo weepe,
 So workmanlie the blood and teares are drawne
 
    Lord. Thou art a Lord, and nothing but a Lord:
 Thou hast a Ladie farre more Beautifull,
 Then any woman in this waining age
 
    1.Man. And til the teares that she hath shed for thee,
 Like enuious flouds ore-run her louely face,
 She was the fairest creature in the world,
 And yet shee is inferiour to none
 
    Beg. Am I a Lord, and haue I such a Ladie?
 Or do I dreame? Or haue I dream'd till now?
 I do not sleepe: I see, I heare, I speake:
 I smel sweet sauours, and I feele soft things:
 Vpon my life I am a Lord indeede,
 And not a Tinker, nor Christopher Slie.
 Well, bring our Ladie hither to our sight,
 And once againe a pot o'th smallest Ale
 
    2.Man. Wilt please your mightinesse to wash your
 hands:
 Oh how we ioy to see your wit restor'd,
 Oh that once more you knew but what you are:
 These fifteene yeeres you haue bin in a dreame,
 Or when you wak'd, so wak'd as if you slept
 
    Beg. These fifteene yeeres, by my fay, a goodly nap,
 But did I neuer speake of all that time
 
    1.Man. Oh yes my Lord, but verie idle words,
 For though you lay heere in this goodlie chamber,
 Yet would you say, ye were beaten out of doore,
 And raile vpon the Hostesse of the house,
 And say you would present her at the Leete,
 Because she brought stone-Iugs, and no seal'd quarts:
 Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket
 
    Beg. I, the womans maide of the house
 
    3.Man. Why sir you know no house, nor no such maid
 Nor no such men as you haue reckon'd vp,
 As Stephen Slie, and old Iohn Naps of Greece,
 And Peter Turph, and Henry Pimpernell,
 And twentie more such names and men as these,
 Which neuer were, nor no man euer saw
 
    Beg. Now Lord be thanked for my good amends
 
    All. Amen.
 Enter Lady with Attendants.
 
   Beg. I thanke thee, thou shalt not loose by it
 
    Lady. How fares my noble Lord?
   Beg. Marrie I fare well, for heere is cheere enough.
 Where is my wife?
   La. Heere noble Lord, what is thy will with her?
   Beg. Are you my wife, and will not cal me husband?
 My men should call me Lord, I am your good-man
 
    La. My husband and my Lord, my Lord and husband
 I am your wife in all obedience
 
    Beg. I know it well, what must I call her?
   Lord. Madam
 
    Beg. Alce Madam, or Ione Madam?
   Lord. Madam, and nothing else, so Lords cal Ladies
   Beg. Madame wife, they say that I haue dream'd,
 And slept aboue some fifteene yeare or more
 
    Lady. I, and the time seeme's thirty vnto me,
 Being all this time abandon'd from your bed
 
    Beg. 'Tis much, seruants leaue me and her alone:
 Madam vndresse you, and come now to bed
 
    La. Thrice noble Lord, let me intreat of you
 To pardon me yet for a night or two:
 Or if not so, vntill the Sun be set.
 For your Physitians haue expressely charg'd,
 In perill to incurre your former malady,
 That I should yet absent me from your bed:
 I hope this reason stands for my excuse
 
    Beg. I, it stands so that I may hardly tarry so long:
 But I would be loth to fall into my dreames againe: I
 wil therefore tarrie in despight of the flesh & the blood
 Enter a Messenger.
 
   Mes. Your Honors Players hearing your amendment,
 Are come to play a pleasant Comedie,
 For so your doctors hold it very meete,
 Seeing too much sadnesse hath congeal'd your blood,
 And melancholly is the Nurse of frenzie,
 Therefore they thought it good you heare a play,
 And frame your minde to mirth and merriment,
 Which barres a thousand harmes, and lengthens life
 
    Beg. Marrie I will let them play, it is not a Comontie,
 a Christmas gambold, or a tumbling tricke?
   Lady. No my good Lord, it is more pleasing stuffe
 
    Beg. What, houshold stuffe
 
    Lady. It is a kinde of history
 
    Beg. Well, we'l see't:
 Come Madam wife sit by my side,
 And let the world slip, we shall nere be yonger.
 
 Flourish. Enter Lucentio, and his man Triano.
 
   Luc. Tranio, since for the great desire I had
 To see faire Padua, nurserie of Arts,
 I am arriu'd for fruitfull Lumbardie,
 The pleasant garden of great Italy,
 And by my fathers loue and leaue am arm'd
 With his good will, and thy good companie.
 My trustie seruant well approu'd in all,
 Heere let vs breath, and haply institute
 A course of Learning, and ingenious studies.
 Pisa renowned for graue Citizens
 Gaue me my being, and my father first
 A Merchant of great Trafficke through the world:
 Vincentio's come of the Bentiuolij,
 Vincentio's sonne, brought vp in Florence,
 It shall become to serue all hopes conceiu'd
 To decke his fortune with his vertuous deedes:
 And therefore Tranio, for the time I studie,
 Vertue and that part of Philosophie
 Will I applie, that treats of happinesse,
 By vertue specially to be atchieu'd.
 Tell me thy minde, for I haue Pisa left,
 And am to Padua come, as he that leaues
 A shallow plash, to plunge him in the deepe,
 And with sacietie seekes to quench his thirst
 
    Tra. Me Pardonato, gentle master mine:
 I am in all affected as your selfe,
 Glad that you thus continue your resolue,
 To sucke the sweets of sweete Philosophie.
 Onely (good master) while we do admire
 This vertue, and this morall discipline,
 Let's be no Stoickes, nor no stockes I pray,
 Or so deuote to Aristotles checkes
 As Ouid; be an out-cast quite abiur'd:
 Balke Lodgicke with acquaintance that you haue,
 And practise Rhetoricke in your common talke,
 Musicke and Poesie vse, to quicken you,
 The Mathematickes, and the Metaphysickes
 Fall to them as you finde your stomacke serues you:
 No profit growes, where is no pleasure tane:
 In briefe sir, studie what you most affect
 
    Luc. Gramercies Tranio, well dost thou aduise,
 If Biondello thou wert come ashore,
 We could at once put vs in readinesse,
 And take a Lodging fit to entertaine
 Such friends (as time) in Padua shall beget.
 But stay a while, what companie is this?
   Tra. Master some shew to welcome vs to Towne.
 Enter Baptista with his two daughters, Katerina & Bianca, Gremio
 a
 Pantelowne, Hortentio sister to Bianca. Lucen. Tranio, stand by.
 
   Bap. Gentlemen, importune me no farther,
 For how I firmly am resolu'd you know:
 That is, not to bestow my yongest daughter,
 Before I haue a husband for the elder:
 If either of you both loue Katherina,
 Because I know you well, and loue you well,
 Leaue shall you haue to court her at your pleasure
 
    Gre. To cart her rather. She's to rough for mee,
 There, there Hortensio, will you any Wife?
   Kate. I pray you sir, is it your will
 To make a stale of me amongst these mates?
   Hor. Mates maid, how meane you that?
 No mates for you,
 Vnlesse you were of gentler milder mould
 
    Kate. I'faith sir, you shall neuer neede to feare,
 Iwis it is not halfe way to her heart:
 But if it were, doubt not, her care should be,
 To combe your noddle with a three-legg'd stoole,
 And paint your face, and vse you like a foole
 
    Hor. From all such diuels, good Lord deliuer vs
 
    Gre. And me too, good Lord
 
    Tra. Husht master, heres some good pastime toward;
 That wench is starke mad, or wonderfull froward
 
    Lucen. But in the others silence do I see,
 Maids milde behauiour and sobrietie.
 Peace Tranio
 
    Tra. Well said Mr, mum, and gaze your fill
 
    Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soone make good
 What I haue said, Bianca get you in,
 And let it not displease thee good Bianca,
 For I will loue thee nere the lesse my girle
 
    Kate. A pretty peate, it is best put finger in the eye,
 and she knew why
 
    Bian. Sister content you, in my discontent.
 Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe:
 My bookes and instruments shall be my companie,
 On them to looke, and practise by my selfe
 
    Luc. Harke Tranio, thou maist heare Minerua speak
 
    Hor. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange,
 Sorrie am I that our good will effects
 Bianca's greefe
 
    Gre. Why will you mew her vp
 (Signior Baptista) for this fiend of hell,
 And make her beare the pennance of her tongue
 
    Bap. Gentlemen content ye: I am resolud:
 Go in Bianca.
 And for I know she taketh most delight
 In Musicke, Instruments, and Poetry,
 Schoolemasters will I keepe within my house,
 Fit to instruct her youth. If you Hortensio,
 Or signior Gremio you know any such,
 Preferre them hither: for to cunning men,
 I will be very kinde and liberall,
 To mine owne children, in good bringing vp,
 And so farewell: Katherina you may stay,
 For I haue more to commune with Bianca.
 Enter.
 
   Kate. Why, and I trust I may go too, may I not?
 What shall I be appointed houres, as though
 (Belike) I knew not what to take,
 And what to leaue? Ha.
 
 Exit
 
   Gre. You may go to the diuels dam: your guifts are
 so good heere's none will holde you: Their loue is not
 so great Hortensio, but we may blow our nails together,
 and fast it fairely out. Our cakes dough on both sides.
 Farewell: yet for the loue I beare my sweet Bianca, if
 I can by any meanes light on a fit man to teach her that
 wherein she delights, I will wish him to her father
 
    Hor. So will I signiour Gremio: but a word I pray:
 Though the nature of our quarrell yet neuer brook'd
 parle, know now vpon aduice, it toucheth vs both: that
 we may yet againe haue accesse to our faire Mistris, and
 be happie riuals in Bianca's loue, to labour and effect
 one thing specially
 
    Gre. What's that I pray?
   Hor. Marrie sir to get a husband for her Sister
 
    Gre. A husband: a diuell
 
    Hor. I say a husband
 
    Gre. I say, a diuell: Think'st thou Hortensio, though
 her father be verie rich, any man is so verie a foole to be
 married to hell?
   Hor. Tush Gremio: though it passe your patience &
 mine to endure her lowd alarums, why man there bee
 good fellowes in the world, and a man could light on
 them, would take her with all faults, and mony enough
 
    Gre. I cannot tell: but I had as lief take her dowrie
 with this condition; To be whipt at the hie crosse euerie
 morning
 
    Hor. Faith (as you say) there's small choise in rotten
 apples: but come, since this bar in law makes vs friends,
 it shall be so farre forth friendly maintain'd, till by helping
 Baptistas eldest daughter to a husband, wee set his
 yongest free for a husband, and then haue too't afresh:
 Sweet Bianca, happy man be his dole: hee that runnes
 fastest, gets the Ring: How say you signior Gremio?
   Grem. I am agreed, and would I had giuen him the
 best horse in Padua to begin his woing that would thoroughly
 woe her, wed her, and bed her, and ridde the
 house of her. Come on.
 
 
 Exeunt. ambo. Manet Tranio and Lucentio
 
   Tra. I pray sir tel me, is it possible
 That loue should of a sodaine take such hold
 
    Luc. Oh Tranio, till I found it to be true,
 I neuer thought it possible or likely.
 But see, while idely I stood looking on,
 I found the effect of Loue in idlenesse,
 And now in plainnesse do confesse to thee
 That art to me as secret and as deere
 As Anna to the Queene of Carthage was:
 Tranio I burne, I pine, I perish Tranio,
 If I atchieue not this yong modest gyrle:
 Counsaile me Tranio, for I know thou canst:
 Assist me Tranio, for I know thou wilt
 
    Tra. Master, it is no time to chide you now,
 Affection is not rated from the heart:
 If loue haue touch'd you, naught remaines but so,
 Redime te captam quam queas minimo
 
    Luc. Gramercies Lad: Go forward, this contents,
 The rest wil comfort, for thy counsels sound
 
    Tra. Master, you look'd so longly on the maide,
 Perhaps you mark'd not what's the pith of all
 
    Luc. Oh yes, I saw sweet beautie in her face,
 Such as the daughter of Agenor had,
 That made great Ioue to humble him to her hand,
 When with his knees he kist the Cretan strond
 
    Tra. Saw you no more? Mark'd you not how hir sister
 Began to scold, and raise vp such a storme,
 That mortal eares might hardly indure the din
 
    Luc. Tranio, I saw her corrall lips to moue,
 And with her breath she did perfume the ayre,
 Sacred and sweet was all I saw in her
 
    Tra. Nay, then 'tis time to stirre him fro[m] his trance:
 I pray awake sir: if you loue the Maide,
 Bend thoughts and wits to atcheeue her. Thus it stands:
 Her elder sister is so curst and shrew'd,
 That til the Father rid his hands of her,
 Master, your Loue must liue a maide at home,
 And therefore has he closely meu'd her vp,
 Because she will not be annoy'd with suters
 
    Luc. Ah Tranio, what a cruell Fathers he:
 But art thou not aduis'd, he tooke some care
 To get her cunning Schoolemasters to instruct her
 
    Tra. I marry am I sir, and now 'tis plotted
 
    Luc. I haue it Tranio
 
    Tra. Master, for my hand,
 Both our inuentions meet and iumpe in one
 
    Luc. Tell me thine first
 
    Tra. You will be schoole-master,
 And vndertake the teaching of the maid:
 That's your deuice
 
    Luc. It is: May it be done?
   Tra. Not possible: for who shall beare your part,
 And be in Padua heere Vincentio's sonne,
 Keepe house, and ply his booke, welcome his friends,
 Visit his Countrimen, and banquet them?
   Luc. Basta, content thee: for I haue it full.
 We haue not yet bin seene in any house,
 Nor can we be distinguish'd by our faces,
 For man or master: then it followes thus;
 Thou shalt be master, Tranio in my sted:
 Keepe house, and port, and seruants, as I should,
 I will some other be, some Florentine,
 Some Neapolitan, or meaner man of Pisa.
 'Tis hatch'd, and shall be so: Tranio at once
 Vncase thee: take my Coulord hat and cloake,
 When Biondello comes, he waites on thee,
 But I will charme him first to keepe his tongue
 
    Tra. So had you neede:
 In breefe Sir, sith it your pleasure is,
 And I am tyed to be obedient,
 For so your father charg'd me at our parting:
 Be seruiceable to my sonne (quoth he)
 Although I thinke 'twas in another sense,
 I am content to bee Lucentio,
 Because so well I loue Lucentio
 
    Luc. Tranio be so, because Lucentio loues,
 And let me be a slaue, t' atchieue that maide,
 Whose sodaine sight hath thral'd my wounded eye.
 Enter Biondello.
 
 Heere comes the rogue. Sirra, where haue you bin?
   Bion. Where haue I beene? Nay how now, where
 are you? Maister, ha's my fellow Tranio stolne your
 cloathes, or you stolne his, or both? Pray what's the
 newes?
   Luc. Sirra come hither, 'tis no time to iest,
 And therefore frame your manners to the time
 Your fellow Tranio heere to saue my life,
 Puts my apparrell, and my count'nance on,
 And I for my escape haue put on his:
 For in a quarrell since I came a-shore,
 I kil'd a man, and feare I was descried:
 Waite you on him, I charge you, as becomes:
 While I make way from hence to saue my life:
 You vnderstand me?
   Bion. I sir, ne're a whit
 
    Luc. And not a iot of Tranio in your mouth,
 Tranio is chang'd into Lucentio
 
    Bion. The better for him, would I were so too
 
    Tra. So could I 'faith boy, to haue the next wish after,
 that Lucentio indeede had Baptistas yongest daughter.
 But sirra, not for my sake, but your masters, I aduise
 you vse your manners discreetly in all kind of companies:
 When I am alone, why then I am Tranio: but in
 all places else, your master Lucentio
 
    Luc. Tranio let's go:
 One thing more rests, that thy selfe execute,
 To make one among these wooers: if thou ask me why,
 Sufficeth my reasons are both good and waighty.
 
 Exeunt. The Presenters aboue speakes.
 
   1.Man. My Lord you nod, you do not minde the
 play
 
    Beg. Yes by Saint Anne do I, a good matter surely:
 Comes there any more of it?
   Lady. My Lord, 'tis but begun
 
    Beg. 'Tis a verie excellent peece of worke, Madame
 Ladie: would 'twere done.
 
 They sit and marke.
 
 Enter Petruchio, and his man Grumio.
 
   Petr. Verona, for a while I take my leaue,
 To see my friends in Padua; but of all
 My best beloued and approued friend
 Hortensio: & I trow this is his house:
 Heere sirra Grumio, knocke I say
 
    Gru. Knocke sir? whom should I knocke? Is there
 any man ha's rebus'd your worship?
   Petr. Villaine I say, knocke me heere soundly
 
    Gru. Knocke you heere sir? Why sir, what am I sir,
 that I should knocke you heere sir
 
    Petr. Villaine I say, knocke me at this gate,
 And rap me well, or Ile knocke your knaues pate
 
    Gru. My Mr is growne quarrelsome:
 I should knocke you first,
 And then I know after who comes by the worst
 
    Petr. Will it not be?
 'Faith sirrah, and you'l not knocke, Ile ring it,
 Ile trie how you can Sol, Fa, and sing it.
 
 He rings him by the eares
 
   Gru. Helpe mistris helpe, my master is mad
 
    Petr. Now knocke when I bid you: sirrah villaine.
 Enter Hortensio.
 
   Hor. How now, what's the matter? My olde friend
 Grumio, and my good friend Petruchio? How do you all
 at Verona?
   Petr. Signior Hortensio, come you to part the fray?
 Contutti le core bene trobatto, may I say
 
    Hor. Alla nostra casa bene venuto multo honorata signior
 mio Petruchio.
 Rise Grumio rise, we will compound this quarrell
 
    Gru. Nay 'tis no matter sir, what he leges in Latine.
 If this be not a lawfull cause for me to leaue his seruice,
 looke you sir: He bid me knocke him, & rap him soundly
 sir. Well, was it fit for a seruant to vse his master so,
 being perhaps (for ought I see) two and thirty, a peepe
 out? Whom would to God I had well knockt at first,
 then had not Grumio come by the worst
 
    Petr. A sencelesse villaine: good Hortensio,
 I bad the rascall knocke vpon your gate,
 And could not get him for my heart to do it
 
    Gru. Knocke at the gate? O heauens: spake you not
 these words plaine? Sirra, Knocke me heere: rappe me
 heere: knocke me well, and knocke me soundly? And
 come you now with knocking at the gate?
   Petr. Sirra be gone, or talke not I aduise you
 
    Hor. Petruchio patience, I am Grumio's pledge:
 Why this a heauie chance twixt him and you,
 Your ancient trustie pleasant seruant Grumio:
 And tell me now (sweet friend) what happie gale
 Blowes you to Padua heere, from old Verona?
   Petr. Such wind as scatters yongmen throgh y world,
 To seeke their fortunes farther then at home,
 Where small experience growes but in a few.
 Signior Hortensio, thus it stands with me,
 Antonio my father is deceast,
 And I haue thrust my selfe into this maze,
 Happily to wiue and thriue, as best I may:
 Crownes in my purse I haue, and goods at home,
 And so am come abroad to see the world
 
    Hor. Petruchio, shall I then come roundly to thee,
 And wish thee to a shrew'd ill-fauour'd wife?
 Thou'dst thanke me but a little for my counsell:
 And yet Ile promise thee she shall be rich,
 And verie rich: but th'art too much my friend,
 And Ile not wish thee to her
 
    Petr. Signior Hortensio, 'twixt such friends as wee,
 Few words suffice: and therefore, if thou know
 One rich enough to be Petruchio's wife:
 (As wealth is burthen of my woing dance)
 Be she as foule as was Florentius Loue,
 As old as Sibell, and as curst and shrow'd
 As Socrates Zentippe, or a worse:
 She moues me not, or not remoues at least
 Affections edge in me. Were she is as rough
 As are the swelling Adriaticke seas.
 I come to wiue it wealthily in Padua:
 If wealthily, then happily in Padua
 
    Gru. Nay looke you sir, hee tels you flatly what his
 minde is: why giue him Gold enough, and marrie him
 to a Puppet or an Aglet babie, or an old trot with ne're a
 tooth in her head, though she haue as manie diseases as
 two and fiftie horses. Why nothing comes amisse, so
 monie comes withall
 
    Hor. Petruchio, since we are stept thus farre in,
 I will continue that I broach'd in iest,
 I can Petruchio helpe thee to a wife
 With wealth enough, and yong and beautious,
 Brought vp as best becomes a Gentlewoman.
 Her onely fault, and that is faults enough,
 Is, that she is intollerable curst,
 And shrow'd, and froward, so beyond all measure,
 That were my state farre worser then it is,
 I would not wed her for a mine of Gold
 
    Petr. Hortensio peace: thou knowst not golds effect,
 Tell me her fathers name, and 'tis enough:
 For I will boord her, though she chide as loud
 As thunder, when the clouds in Autumne cracke
 
    Hor. Her father is Baptista Minola,
 An affable and courteous Gentleman,
 Her name is Katherina Minola,
 Renown'd in Padua for her scolding tongue
 
    Petr. I know her father, though I know not her,
 And he knew my deceased father well:
 I wil not sleepe Hortensio til I see her,
 And therefore let me be thus bold with you,
 To giue you ouer at this first encounter,
 Vnlesse you wil accompanie me thither
 
    Gru . I pray you Sir let him go while the humor lasts.
 A my word, and she knew him as wel as I do, she would
 thinke scolding would doe little good vpon him. Shee
 may perhaps call him halfe a score Knaues, or so: Why
 that's nothing; and he begin once, hee'l raile in his rope
 trickes. Ile tell you what sir, and she stand him but a litle,
 he wil throw a figure in her face, and so disfigure hir
 with it, that shee shal haue no more eies to see withall
 then a Cat: you know him not sir
 
    Hor. Tarrie Petruchio, I must go with thee,
 For in Baptistas keepe my treasure is:
 He hath the Iewel of my life in hold,
 His yongest daughter, beautiful Bianca,
 And her with-holds from me. Other more
 Suters to her, and riuals in my Loue:
 Supposing it a thing impossible,
 For those defects I haue before rehearst,
 That euer Katherina wil be woo'd:
 Therefore this order hath Baptista tane,
 That none shal haue accesse vnto Bianca,
 Til Katherine the Curst, haue got a husband
 
    Gru. Katherine the curst,
 A title for a maide, of all titles the worst
 
    Hor. Now shal my friend Petruchio do me grace,
 And offer me disguis'd in sober robes,
 To old Baptista as a schoole-master
 Well seene in Musicke, to instruct Bianca,
 That so I may by this deuice at least
 Haue leaue and leisure to make loue to her,
 And vnsuspected court her by her selfe.
 Enter Gremio and Lucentio disguised.
 
   Gru. Heere's no knauerie. See, to beguile the olde-folkes,
 how the young folkes lay their heads together.
 Master, master, looke about you: Who goes there? ha
 
    Hor. Peace Grumio, it is the riuall of my Loue.
 Petruchio stand by a while
 
    Grumio. A proper stripling, and an amorous
 
    Gremio. O very well, I haue perus'd the note:
 Hearke you sir, Ile haue them verie fairely bound,
 All bookes of Loue, see that at any hand,
 And see you reade no other Lectures to her:
 You vnderstand me. Ouer and beside
 Signior Baptistas liberalitie,
 Ile mend it with a Largesse. Take your paper too,
 And let me haue them verie wel perfum'd;
 For she is sweeter then perfume it selfe
 To whom they go to: what wil you reade to her
 
    Luc. What ere I reade to her, Ile pleade for you,
 As for my patron, stand you so assur'd,
 As firmely as your selfe were still in place,
 Yea and perhaps with more successefull words
 Then you; vnlesse you were a scholler sir
 
    Gre. Oh this learning, what a thing it is
 
    Gru. Oh this Woodcocke, what an Asse it is
 
    Petru. Peace sirra
 
    Hor. Grumio mum: God saue you signior Gremio
 
    Gre. And you are wel met, Signior Hortensio.
 Trow you whither I am going? To Baptista Minola,
 I promist to enquire carefully
 About a schoolemaster for the faire Bianca,
 And by good fortune I haue lighted well
 On this yong man: For learning and behauiour
 Fit for her turne, well read in Poetrie
 And other bookes, good ones, I warrant ye
 
    Hor. 'Tis well: and I haue met a Gentleman
 Hath promist me to helpe one to another,
 A fine Musitian to instruct our Mistris,
 So shal I no whit be behinde in dutie
 To faire Bianca, so beloued of me
 
    Gre. Beloued of me, and that my deeds shal proue
 
    Gru. And that his bags shal proue
 
    Hor. Gremio, 'tis now no time to vent our loue,
 Listen to me, and if you speake me faire,
 Ile tel you newes indifferent good for either.
 Heere is a Gentleman whom by chance I met
 Vpon agreement from vs to his liking,
 Will vndertake to woo curst Katherine,
 Yea, and to marrie her, if her dowrie please
 
    Gre. So said, so done, is well:
 Hortensio, haue you told him all her faults?
   Petr. I know she is an irkesome brawling scold:
 If that be all Masters, I heare no harme
 
    Gre. No, sayst me so, friend? What Countreyman?
   Petr. Borne in Verona, old Butonios sonne:
 My father dead, my fortune liues for me,
 And I do hope, good dayes and long, to see
 
    Gre. Oh sir, such a life with such a wife, were strange:
 But if you haue a stomacke, too't a Gods name,
 You shal haue me assisting you in all.
 But will you woo this Wilde-cat?
   Petr. Will I liue?
   Gru. Wil he woo her? I: or Ile hang her
 
    Petr. Why came I hither, but to that intent?
 Thinke you, a little dinne can daunt mine eares?
 Haue I not in my time heard Lions rore?
 Haue I not heard the sea, puft vp with windes,
 Rage like an angry Boare, chafed with sweat?
 Haue I not heard great Ordnance in the field?
 And heauens Artillerie thunder in the skies?
 Haue I not in a pitched battell heard
 Loud larums, neighing steeds, & trumpets clangue?
 And do you tell me of a womans tongue?
 That giues not halfe so great a blow to heare,
 As wil a Chesse-nut in a Farmers fire.
 Tush, tush, feare boyes with bugs
 
    Gru. For he feares none
 
    Grem. Hortensio hearke:
 This Gentleman is happily arriu'd,
 My minde presumes for his owne good, and yours
 
    Hor. I promist we would be Contributors,
 And beare his charge of wooing whatsoere
 
    Gremio. And so we wil, prouided that he win her
 
    Gru. I would I were as sure of a good dinner.
 Enter Tranio braue, and Biondello.
 
   Tra. Gentlemen God saue you. If I may be bold
 Tell me I beseech you, which is the readiest way
 To the house of Signior Baptista Minola?
   Bion. He that ha's the two faire daughters: ist he you
 meane?
   Tra. Euen he Biondello
 
    Gre. Hearke you sir, you meane not her to-
   Tra. Perhaps him and her sir, what haue you to do?
   Petr. Not her that chides sir, at any hand I pray
 
    Tranio. I loue no chiders sir: Biondello, let's away
 
    Luc. Well begun Tranio
 
    Hor. Sir, a word ere you go:
 Are you a sutor to the Maid you talke of, yea or no?
   Tra. And if I be sir, is it any offence?
   Gremio. No: if without more words you will get you
 hence
 
    Tra. Why sir, I pray are not the streets as free
 For me, as for you?
   Gre. But so is not she
 
    Tra. For what reason I beseech you
 
    Gre. For this reason if you'l kno,
 That she's the choise loue of Signior Gremio
 
    Hor. That she's the chosen of signior Hortensio
 
    Tra. Softly my Masters: If you be Gentlemen
 Do me this right: heare me with patience.
 Baptista is a noble Gentleman,
 To whom my Father is not all vnknowne,
 And were his daughter fairer then she is,
 She may more sutors haue, and me for one.
 Faire Laedaes daughter had a thousand wooers,
 Then well one more may faire Bianca haue;
 And so she shall: Lucentio shal make one,
 Though Paris came, in hope to speed alone
 
    Gre. What, this Gentleman will out-talke vs all
 
    Luc. Sir giue him head, I know hee'l proue a Iade
 
    Petr. Hortensio, to what end are all these words?
   Hor. Sir, let me be so bold as aske you,
 Did you yet euer see Baptistas daughter?
   Tra. No sir, but heare I do that he hath two:
 The one, as famous for a scolding tongue,
 As is the other, for beauteous modestie
 
    Petr. Sir, sir, the first's for me, let her go by
 
    Gre. Yea, leaue that labour to great Hercules,
 And let it be more then Alcides twelue
 
    Petr. Sir vnderstand you this of me (insooth)
 The yongest daughter whom you hearken for,
 Her father keepes from all accesse of sutors,
 And will not promise her to any man,
 Vntill the elder sister first be wed.
 The yonger then is free, and not before
 
    Tranio. If it be so sir, that you are the man
 Must steed vs all, and me amongst the rest:
 And if you breake the ice, and do this seeke,
 Atchieue the elder: set the yonger free,
 For our accesse, whose hap shall be to haue her,
 Wil not so gracelesse be, to be ingrate
 
    Hor. Sir you say wel, and wel you do conceiue,
 And since you do professe to be a sutor,
 You must as we do, gratifie this Gentleman,
 To whom we all rest generally beholding
 
    Tranio. Sir, I shal not be slacke, in signe whereof,
 Please ye we may contriue this afternoone,
 And quaffe carowses to our Mistresse health,
 And do as aduersaries do in law,
 Striue mightily, but eate and drinke as friends
 
    Gru. Bion. Oh excellent motion: fellowes let's be gon
 
    Hor. The motions good indeed, and be it so,
 Petruchio, I shal be your Been venuto.
 
 Exeunt.
 
 Enter Katherina and Bianca.
 
   Bian. Good sister wrong me not, nor wrong your self,
 To make a bondmaide and a slaue of mee,
 That I disdaine: but for these other goods,
 Vnbinde my hands, Ile pull them off my selfe,
 Yea all my raiment, to my petticoate,
 Or what you will command me, wil I do,
 So well I know my dutie to my elders
 
    Kate. Of all thy sutors heere I charge tel
 Whom thou lou'st best: see thou dissemble not
 
    Bianca. Beleeue me sister, of all the men aliue,
 I neuer yet beheld that speciall face,
 Which I could fancie, more then any other
 
    Kate. Minion thou lyest: Is't not Hortensio?
   Bian. If you affect him sister, heere I sweare
 Ile pleade for you my selfe, but you shal haue him
 
    Kate. Oh then belike you fancie riches more,
 You wil haue Gremio to keepe you faire
 
    Bian. Is it for him you do enuie me so?
 Nay then you iest, and now I wel perceiue
 You haue but iested with me all this while:
 I prethee sister Kate, vntie my hands
 
    Ka. If that be iest, then all the rest was so.
 
 Strikes her
 
 Enter Baptista.
 
   Bap. Why how now Dame, whence growes this insolence?
 Bianca stand aside, poore gyrle she weepes:
 Go ply thy Needle, meddle not with her.
 For shame thou Hilding of a diuellish spirit,
 Why dost thou wrong her, that did nere wrong thee?
 When did she crosse thee with a bitter word?
   Kate. Her silence flouts me, and Ile be reueng'd.
 
 Flies after Bianca
 
   Bap. What in my sight? Bianca get thee in.
 Enter.
 
   Kate. What will you not suffer me: Nay now I see
 She is your treasure, she must haue a husband,
 I must dance bare-foot on her wedding day,
 And for your loue to her, leade Apes in hell.
 Talke not to me, I will go sit and weepe,
 Till I can finde occasion of reuenge
 
    Bap. Was euer Gentleman thus greeu'd as I?
 But who comes heere.
 Enter Gremio, Lucentio, in the habit of a meane man, Petruchio
 with
 Tranio, with his boy bearing a Lute and Bookes.
 
   Gre. Good morrow neighbour Baptista
 
    Bap. Good morrow neighbour Gremio: God saue
 you Gentlemen
 
    Pet. And you good sir: pray haue you not a daughter,
 cal'd Katerina, faire and vertuous
 
    Bap. I haue a daughter sir, cal'd Katerina
 
    Gre. You are too blunt, go to it orderly
 
    Pet. You wrong me signior Gremio, giue me leaue.
 I am a Gentleman of Verona sir,
 That hearing of her beautie, and her wit,
 Her affability and bashfull modestie:
 Her wondrous qualities, and milde behauiour,
 Am bold to shew my selfe a forward guest
 Within your house, to make mine eye the witnesse
 Of that report, which I so oft haue heard,
 And for an entrance to my entertainment,
 I do present you with a man of mine
 Cunning in Musicke, and the Mathematickes,
 To instruct her fully in those sciences,
 Whereof I know she is not ignorant,
 Accept of him, or else you do me wrong.
 His name is Litio, borne in Mantua
 
    Bap. Y'are welcome sir, and he for your good sake.
 But for my daughter Katerine, this I know,
 She is not for your turne, the more my greefe
 
    Pet. I see you do not meane to part with her,
 Or else you like not of my companie
 
    Bap. Mistake me not, I speake but as I finde,
 Whence are you sir? What may I call your name
 
    Pet. Petruchio is my name, Antonio's sonne,
 A man well knowne throughout all Italy
 
    Bap. I know him well: you are welcome for his sake
 
    Gre. Sauing your tale Petruchio, I pray let vs that are
 poore petitioners speake too? Bacare, you are meruaylous
 forward
 
    Pet. Oh, Pardon me signior Gremio, I would faine be
 doing
 
    Gre. I doubt it not sir. But you will curse
 Your wooing neighbors: this is a guift
 Very gratefull, I am sure of it, to expresse
 The like kindnesse my selfe, that haue beene
 More kindely beholding to you then any:
 Freely giue vnto this yong Scholler, that hath
 Beene long studying at Rhemes, as cunning
 In Greeke, Latine, and other Languages,
 As the other in Musicke and Mathematickes:
 His name is Cambio: pray accept his seruice
 
    Bap. A thousand thankes signior Gremio:
 Welcome good Cambio. But gentle sir,
 Me thinkes you walke like a stranger,
 May I be so bold, to know the cause of your comming?
   Tra. Pardon me sir, the boldnesse is mine owne,
 That being a stranger in this Cittie heere,
 Do make my selfe a sutor to your daughter,
 Vnto Bianca, faire and vertuous:
 Nor is your firme resolue vnknowne to me,
 In the preferment of the eldest sister.
 This liberty is all that I request,
 That vpon knowledge of my Parentage,
 I may haue welcome 'mongst the rest that woo,
 And free accesse and fauour as the rest.
 And toward the education of your daughters:
 I heere bestow a simple instrument,
 And this small packet of Greeke and Latine bookes:
 If you accept them, then their worth is great:
   Bap. Lucentio is your name, of whence I pray
 
    Tra. Of Pisa sir, sonne to Vincentio
 
    Bap. A mightie man of Pisa by report,
 I know him well: you are verie welcome sir:
 Take you the Lute, and you the set of bookes,
 You shall go see your Pupils presently.
 Holla, within.
 
 Enter a Seruant
 
 Sirrah, leade these Gentlemen
 To my daughters, and tell them both
 These are their Tutors, bid them vse them well,
 We will go walke a little in the Orchard,
 And then to dinner: you are passing welcome,
 And so I pray you all to thinke your selues
 
    Pet. Signior Baptista, my businesse asketh haste,
 And euerie day I cannot come to woo,
 You knew my father well, and in him me,
 Left solie heire to all his Lands and goods,
 Which I haue bettered rather then decreast,
 Then tell me, if I get your daughters loue,
 What dowrie shall I haue with her to wife
 
    Bap. After my death, the one halfe of my Lands,
 And in possession twentie thousand Crownes
 
    Pet. And for that dowrie, Ile assure her of
 Her widdow-hood, be it that she suruiue me
 In all my Lands and Leases whatsoeuer,
 Let specialties be therefore drawne betweene vs,
 That couenants may be kept on either hand
 
    Bap. I, when the speciall thing is well obtain'd,
 That is her loue: for that is all in all
 
    Pet. Why that is nothing: for I tell you father,
 I am as peremptorie as she proud minded:
 And where two raging fires meete together,
 They do consume the thing that feedes their furie.
 Though little fire growes great with little winde,
 Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all:
 So I to her, and so she yeelds to me,
 For I am rough, and woo not like a babe
 
    Bap. Well maist thou woo, and happy be thy speed:
 But be thou arm'd for some vnhappie words
 
    Pet. I to the proofe, as Mountaines are for windes,
 That shakes not, though they blow perpetually.
 Enter Hortensio with his head broke.
 
   Bap. How now my friend, why dost thou looke so
 pale?
   Hor. For feare I promise you, if I looke pale
 
    Bap. What, will my daughter proue a good Musitian?
   Hor. I thinke she'l sooner proue a souldier,
 Iron may hold with her, but neuer 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 mistooke her frets,
 And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering,
 When (with a most impatient diuellish spirit)
 Frets call you these? (quoth she) Ile fume with them:
 And with that word she stroke me on the head,
 And through the instrument my pate made way,
 And there I stood amazed for a while,
 As on a Pillorie, looking through the Lute,
 While she did call me Rascall, Fidler,
 And twangling Iacke, with twentie such vilde tearmes,
 As had she studied to misvse me so
 
    Pet. Now by the world, it is a lustie Wench,
 I loue her ten times more then ere I did,
 Oh how I long to haue some chat with her
 
    Bap. Wel go with me, and be not so discomfited.
 Proceed in practise with my yonger daughter,
 She's apt to learne, and thankefull for good turnes:
 Signior Petruchio, will you go with vs,
 Or shall I send my daughter Kate to you.
 
 Exit. Manet Petruchio.
 
   Pet. I pray you do. Ile attend her heere,
 And woo her with some spirit when she comes,
 Say that she raile, why then Ile tell her plaine,
 She sings as sweetly as a Nightinghale:
 Say that she frowne, Ile say she lookes as cleere
 As morning Roses newly washt with dew:
 Say she be mute, and will not speake a word,
 Then Ile commend her volubility,
 And say she vttereth piercing eloquence:
 If she do bid me packe, Ile giue her thankes,
 As though she bid me stay by her a weeke:
 If she denie to wed, Ile craue the day
 When I shall aske the banes, and when be married.
 But heere she comes, and now Petruchio speake.
 
 Enter Katerina
 
 Good morrow Kate, for thats your name I heare
 
    Kate. Well haue you heard, but something hard of
 hearing:
 They call me Katerine, that do talke of me
 
    Pet. You lye infaith, for you are call'd plaine Kate,
 And bony Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst:
 But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendome,
 Kate of Kate-hall, my super-daintie Kate,
 For dainties are all Kates, and therefore Kate
 Take this of me, Kate of my consolation,
 Hearing thy mildnesse prais'd in euery Towne,
 Thy vertues spoke of, and thy beautie sounded,
 Yet not so deepely as to thee belongs,
 My selfe am moou'd to woo thee for my wife
 
    Kate. Mou'd, in good time, let him that mou'd you
 hether
 Remoue you hence: I knew you at the first
 You were a mouable
 
    Pet. Why, what's a mouable?
   Kat. A ioyn'd stoole
 
    Pet. Thou hast hit it: come sit on me
 
    Kate. Asses are made to beare, and so are you
 
    Pet. Women are made to beare, and so are you
 
    Kate. No such Iade as you, if me you meane
 
    Pet. Alas good Kate, I will not burthen thee,
 For knowing thee to be but yong and light
 
    Kate. Too light for such a swaine as you to catch,
 And yet as heauie as my waight should be
 
    Pet. Shold be, should: buzze
 
    Kate. Well tane, and like a buzzard
 
    Pet. Oh slow-wing'd Turtle, shal a buzard take thee?
   Kat. I for a Turtle, as he takes a buzard
 
    Pet. Come, come you Waspe, y'faith you are too
 angrie
 
    Kate. If I be waspish, best beware my sting
 
    Pet. My remedy is then to plucke it out
 
    Kate. I, if the foole could finde it where it lies
 
    Pet. Who knowes not where a Waspe does weare
 his sting? In his taile
 
    Kate. In his tongue?
   Pet. Whose tongue
 
    Kate. Yours if you talke of tales, and so farewell
 
    Pet. What with my tongue in your taile.
 Nay, come againe, good Kate, I am a Gentleman,
   Kate. That Ile trie.
 
 She strikes him
 
   Pet. I sweare Ile cuffe you, if you strike againe
 
    Kate. So may you loose your armes,
 If you strike me, you are no Gentleman,
 And if no Gentleman, why then no armes
 
    Pet. A Herald Kate? Oh put me in thy bookes
 
    Kate. What is your Crest, a Coxcombe?
   Pet. A comblesse Cocke, so Kate will be my Hen
 
    Kate. No Cocke of mine, you crow too like a crauen
   Pet. Nay come Kate, come: you must not looke so
 sowre
 
    Kate. It is my fashion when I see a Crab
 
    Pet. Why heere's no crab, and therefore looke not
 sowre
 
    Kate. There is, there is
 
    Pet. Then shew it me
 
    Kate. Had I a glasse, I would
 
    Pet. What, you meane my face
 
    Kate. Well aym'd of such a yong one
 
    Pet. Now by S[aint]. George I am too yong for you
 
    Kate. Yet you are wither'd
 
    Pet. 'Tis with cares
 
    Kate. I care not
 
    Pet. Nay heare you Kate. Insooth you scape not so
 
    Kate. I chafe you if I tarrie. Let me go
 
    Pet. No, not a whit, I finde you passing gentle:
 'Twas told me you were rough, and coy, and sullen,
 And now I finde report a very liar:
 For thou art pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous,
 But slow in speech: yet sweet as spring-time flowers.
 Thou canst not frowne, thou canst not looke a sconce,
 Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will,
 Nor hast thou pleasure to be crosse in talke:
 But thou with mildnesse entertain'st thy wooers,
 With gentle conference, soft, and affable.
 Why does the world report that Kate doth limpe?
 Oh sland'rous world: Kate like the hazle twig
 Is straight, and slender, and as browne in hue
 As hazle nuts, and sweeter then the kernels:
 Oh let me see thee walke: thou dost not halt
 
    Kate. Go foole, and whom thou keep'st command
 
    Pet. Did euer Dian so become a Groue
 As Kate this chamber with her princely gate:
 O be thou Dian, and let her be Kate,
 And then let Kate be chaste, and Dian sportfull
 
    Kate. Where did you study all this goodly speech?
   Petr. It is extempore, from my mother wit
 
    Kate. A witty mother, witlesse else her sonne
 
    Pet. Am I not wise?
   Kat. Yes, keepe you warme
 
    Pet. Marry so I meane sweet Katherine in thy bed:
 And therefore setting all this chat aside,
 Thus in plaine termes: your father hath consented
 That you shall be my wife; your dowry greed on,
 And will you, nill you, I will marry you.
 Now Kate, I am a husband for your turne,
 For by this light, whereby I see thy beauty,
 Thy beauty that doth make me like thee well,
 Thou must be married to no man but me,
 Enter Baptista, Gremio, Trayno.
 
 For I am he am borne to tame you Kate,
 And bring you from a wilde Kate to a Kate
 Conformable as other houshold Kates:
 Heere comes your father, neuer make deniall,
 I must, and will haue Katherine to my wife
 
    Bap. Now Signior Petruchio, how speed you with my daughter?
   Pet. How but well sir? how but well?
 It were impossible I should speed amisse
 
    Bap. Why how now daughter Katherine, in your dumps?
   Kat. Call you me daughter? now I promise you
 You haue shewd a tender fatherly regard,
 To wish me wed to one halfe Lunaticke,
 A mad-cap ruffian, and a swearing Iacke,
 That thinkes with oathes to face the matter out
 
    Pet. Father, 'tis thus, your selfe and all the world
 That talk'd of her, haue talk'd amisse of her:
 If she be curst, it is for pollicie,
 For shee's not froward, but modest as the Doue,
 Shee is not hot, but temperate as the morne,
 For patience shee will proue a second Grissell,
 And Romane Lucrece for her chastitie:
 And to conclude, we haue greed so well together,
 That vpon sonday is the wedding day
 
    Kate. Ile see thee hang'd on sonday first
 
    Gre. Hark Petruchio, she saies shee'll see thee hang'd first
 
    Tra. Is this your speeding? nay the[n] godnight our part
 
    Pet. Be patient gentlemen, I choose her for my selfe,
 If she and I be pleas'd, what's that to you?
 'Tis bargain'd twixt vs twaine being alone,
 That she shall still be curst in company.
 I tell you 'tis incredible to beleeue
 How much she loues me: oh the kindest Kate,
 Shee hung about my necke, and kisse on kisse
 Shee vi'd so fast, protesting oath on oath,
 That in a twinke she won me to her loue.
 Oh you are nouices, 'tis a world to see
 How tame when men and women are alone,
 A meacocke wretch can make the curstest shrew:
 Giue me thy hand Kate, I will vnto Venice
 To buy apparell 'gainst the wedding day;
 Prouide the feast father, and bid the guests,
 I will be sure my Katherine shall be fine
 
    Bap. I know not what to say, but giue me your ha[n]ds,
 God send you ioy, Petruchio, 'tis a match
 
    Gre. Tra. Amen say we, we will be witnesses
 
    Pet. Father, and wife, and gentlemen adieu,
 I will to Venice, sonday comes apace,
 We will haue rings, and things, and fine array,
 And kisse me Kate, we will be married a sonday.
 
 Exit Petruchio and Katherine.
 
   Gre. Was euer match clapt vp so sodainly?
   Bap. Faith Gentlemen now I play a marchants part,
 And venture madly on a desperate Mart
 
    Tra. Twas a commodity lay fretting by you,
 'Twill bring you gaine, or perish on the seas
 
    Bap. The gaine I seeke, is quiet me the match
 
    Gre. No doubt but he hath got a quiet catch:
 But now Baptista, to your yonger daughter,
 Now is the day we long haue looked for,
 I am your neighbour, and was suter first
 
    Tra. And I am one that loue Bianca more
 Then words can witnesse, or your thoughts can guesse
 
    Gre. Yongling thou canst not loue so deare as I
 
    Tra. Gray-beard thy loue doth freeze
 
    Gre. But thine doth frie,
 Skipper stand backe, 'tis age that nourisheth
 
    Tra. But youth in Ladies eyes that florisheth
 
    Bap. Content you gentlemen, I wil co[m]pound this strife
 'Tis deeds must win the prize, and he of both
 That can assure my daughter greatest dower,
 Shall haue my Biancas loue.
 Say signior Gremio, what can you assure her?
   Gre. First, as you know, my house within the City
 Is richly furnished with plate and gold,
 Basons and ewers to laue her dainty hands:
 My hangings all of tirian tapestry:
 In Iuory cofers I haue stuft my crownes:
 In Cypres chests my arras counterpoints,
 Costly apparell, tents, and Canopies,
 Fine Linnen, Turky cushions bost with pearle,
 Vallens of Venice gold, in needle worke:
 Pewter and brasse, and all things that belongs
 To house or house-keeping: then at my farme
 I haue a hundred milch-kine to the pale,
 Sixe-score fat Oxen standing in my stalls,
 And all things answerable to this portion.
 My selfe am strooke in yeeres I must confesse,
 And if I die to morrow this is hers,
 If whil'st I liue she will be onely mine
 
    Tra. That only came well in: sir, list to me,
 I am my fathers heyre and onely sonne,
 If I may haue your daughter to my wife,
 Ile leaue her houses three or foure as good
 Within rich Pisa walls, as any one
 Old Signior Gremio has in Padua,
 Besides, two thousand Duckets by the yeere
 Of fruitfull land, all which shall be her ioynter.
 What, haue I pincht you Signior Gremio?
   Gre. Two thousand Duckets by the yeere of land,
 My Land amounts not to so much in all:
 That she shall haue, besides an Argosie
 That now is lying in Marcellus roade:
 What, haue I choakt you with an Argosie?
   Tra. Gremio, 'tis knowne my father hath no lesse
 Then three great Argosies, besides two Galliasses
 And twelue tite Gallies, these I will assure her,
 And twice as much what ere thou offrest next
 
    Gre. Nay, I haue offred all, I haue no more,
 And she can haue no more then all I haue,
 If you like me, she shall haue me and mine
 
    Tra. Why then the maid is mine from all the world
 By your firme promise, Gremio is out-vied
 
    Bap. I must confesse your offer is the best,
 And let your father make her the assurance,
 Shee is your owne, else you must pardon me:
 If you should die before him, where's her dower?
   Tra. That's but a cauill: he is olde, I young
 
    Gre. And may not yong men die as well as old?
   Bap. Well gentlemen, I am thus resolu'd,
 On sonday next, you know
 My daughter Katherine is to be married:
 Now on the sonday following, shall Bianca
 Be Bride to you, if you make this assurance:
 If not, to Signior Gremio:
 And so I take my leaue, and thanke you both.
 Enter.
 
   Gre. Adieu good neighbour: now I feare thee not:
 Sirra, yong gamester, your father were a foole
 To giue thee all, and in his wayning age
 Set foot vnder thy table: tut, a toy,
 An olde Italian foxe is not so kinde my boy.
 Enter.
 
   Tra. A vengeance on your crafty withered hide,
 Yet I haue fac'd it with a card of ten:
 'Tis in my head to doe my master good:
 I see no reason but suppos'd Lucentio
 Must get a father, call'd suppos'd Vincentio,
 And that's a wonder: fathers commonly
 Doe get their children: but in this case of woing,
 A childe shall get a sire, if I faile not of my cunning.
 Enter.
 
 
 Actus Tertia.
 
 Enter Lucentio, Hortentio, and Bianca.
 
   Luc. Fidler forbeare, you grow too forward Sir,
 Haue you so soone forgot the entertainment
 Her sister Katherine welcom'd you withall
 
    Hort. But wrangling pedant, this is
 The patronesse of heauenly harmony:
 Then giue me leaue to haue prerogatiue,
 And when in Musicke we haue spent an houre,
 Your Lecture shall haue leisure for as much
 
    Luc. Preposterous Asse that neuer read so farre,
 To know the cause why musicke was ordain'd:
 Was it not to refresh the minde of man
 After his studies, or his vsuall paine?
 Then giue me leaue to read Philosophy,
 And while I pause, serue in your harmony
 
    Hort. Sirra, I will not beare these braues of thine
 
    Bianc. Why gentlemen, you doe me double wrong,
 To striue for that which resteth in my choice:
 I am no breeching scholler in the schooles,
 Ile not be tied to howres, nor pointed times,
 But learne my Lessons as I please my selfe,
 And to cut off all strife: heere sit we downe,
 Take you your instrument, play you the whiles,
 His Lecture will be done ere you haue tun'd
 
    Hort. You'll leaue his Lecture when I am in tune?
   Luc. That will be neuer, tune your instrument
 
    Bian. Where left we last?
   Luc. Heere Madam: Hic Ibat Simois, hic est sigeria
 tellus, hic steterat Priami regia Celsa senis
 
    Bian. Conster them
 
    Luc. Hic Ibat, as I told you before, Simois, I am Lucentio,
 hic est, sonne vnto Vincentio of Pisa, Sigeria tellus,
 disguised thus to get your loue, hic steterat, and that
 Lucentio that comes a wooing, priami, is my man Tranio,
 regia, bearing my port, celsa senis that we might beguile
 the old Pantalowne
 
    Hort. Madam, my Instrument's in tune
 
    Bian. Let's heare, oh fie, the treble iarres
 
    Luc. Spit in the hole man, and tune againe
 
    Bian. Now let mee see if I can conster it. Hic ibat simois,
 I know you not, hic est sigeria tellus, I trust you not,
 hic staterat priami, take heede he heare vs not, regia presume
 not, Celsa senis, despaire not
 
    Hort. Madam, tis now in tune
 
    Luc. All but the base
 
    Hort. The base is right, 'tis the base knaue that iars
 
    Luc. How fiery and forward our Pedant is,
 Now for my life the knaue doth court my loue,
 Pedascule, Ile watch you better yet:
 In time I may beleeue, yet I mistrust
 
    Bian. Mistrust it not, for sure Aeacides
 Was Aiax cald so from his grandfather
 
    Hort. I must beleeue my master, else I promise you,
 I should be arguing still vpon that doubt,
 But let it rest, now Litio to you:
 Good master take it not vnkindly pray
 That I haue beene thus pleasant with you both
 
    Hort. You may go walk, and giue me leaue a while,
 My Lessons make no musicke in three parts
 
    Luc. Are you so formall sir, well I must waite
 And watch withall, for but I be deceiu'd,
 Our fine Musitian groweth amorous
 
    Hor. Madam, before you touch the instrument,
 To learne the order of my fingering,
 I must begin with rudiments of Art,
 To teach you gamoth in a briefer sort,
 More pleasant, pithy, and effectuall,
 Then hath beene taught by any of my trade,
 And there it is in writing fairely drawne
 
    Bian. Why, I am past my gamouth long agoe
 
    Hor. Yet read the gamouth of Hortentio
 
    Bian. Gamouth I am, the ground of all accord:
 Are, to plead Hortensio's passion:
 Beeme, Bianca take him for thy Lord
 Cfavt, that loues with all affection:
 D sol re, one Cliffe, two notes haue I,
 Ela mi, show pitty or I die,
 Call you this gamouth? tut I like it not,
 Old fashions please me best, I am not so nice
 To charge true rules for old inuentions.
 Enter a Messenger.
 
   Nicke. Mistresse, your father prayes you leaue your books,
 And helpe to dresse your sisters chamber vp,
 You know to morrow is the wedding day
 
    Bian. Farewell sweet masters both, I must be gone
 
    Luc. Faith Mistresse then I haue no cause to stay
 
    Hor. But I haue cause to pry into this pedant,
 Methinkes he lookes as though he were in loue:
 Yet if thy thoughts Bianca be so humble
 To cast thy wandring eyes on euery stale:
 Seize thee that List, if once I finde thee ranging,
 Hortensio will be quit with thee by changing.
 Enter.
 
 Enter Baptista, Gremio, Tranio, Katherine, Bianca, and others,
 attendants.
 
   Bap. Signior Lucentio, this is the pointed day
 That Katherine and Petruchio should be married,
 And yet we heare not of our sonne in Law:
 What will be said, what mockery will it be?
 To want the Bride-groome when the Priest attends
 To speake the ceremoniall rites of marriage?
 What saies Lucentio to this shame of ours?
   Kate. No shame but mine, I must forsooth be forst
 To giue my hand oppos'd against my heart
 Vnto a mad-braine rudesby, full of spleene,
 Who woo'd in haste, and meanes to wed at leysure:
 I told you I, he was a franticke foole,
 Hiding his bitter iests in blunt behauiour,
 And to be noted for a merry man;
 Hee'll wooe a thousand, point the day of marriage,
 Make friends, inuite, and proclaime the banes,
 Yet neuer meanes to wed where he hath woo'd:
 Now must the world point at poore Katherine,
 And say, loe, there is mad Petruchio's wife
 If it would please him come and marry her
 
    Tra. Patience good Katherine and Baptista too,
 Vpon my life Petruchio meanes but well,
 What euer fortune stayes him from his word,
 Though he be blunt, I know him passing wise,
 Though he be merry, yet withall he's honest
 
    Kate. Would Katherine had neuer seen him though.
 
 Exit weeping.
 
   Bap. Goe girle, I cannot blame thee now to weepe,
 For such an iniurie would vexe a very saint,
 Much more a shrew of impatient humour.
 Enter Biondello.
 
   Bion. Master, master, newes, and such newes as you
 neuer heard of,
   Bap. Is it new and olde too? how may that be?
   Bion. Why, is it not newes to heard of Petruchio's comming?
   Bap. Is he come?
   Bion. Why no sir
 
    Bap. What then?
   Bion. He is comming
 
    Bap. When will he be heere?
   Bion. When he stands where I am, and sees you there
 
    Tra. But say, what to thine olde newes?
   Bion. Why Petruchio is comming, in a new hat and
 an old ierkin, a paire of old breeches thrice turn'd; a
 paire of bootes that haue beene candle-cases, one buckled,
 another lac'd: an olde rusty sword tane out of the
 Towne Armory, with a broken hilt, and chapelesse: with
 two broken points: his horse hip'd with an olde mothy
 saddle, and stirrops of no kindred: besides possest
 with the glanders, and like to mose in the chine, troubled
 with the Lampasse, infected with the fashions, full
 of Windegalls, sped with Spauins, raied with the Yellowes,
 past cure of the Fiues, starke spoyl'd with the
 Staggers, begnawne with the Bots, Waid in the backe,
 and shoulder-shotten, neere leg'd before, and with a
 halfe-chekt Bitte, & a headstall of sheepes leather, which
 being restrain'd to keepe him from stumbling, hath been
 often burst, and now repaired with knots: one girth sixe
 times peec'd, and a womans Crupper of velure, which
 hath two letters for her name, fairely set down in studs,
 and heere and there peec'd with packthred
 
    Bap. Who comes with him?
   Bion. Oh sir, his Lackey, for all the world Caparison'd
 like the horse: with a linnen stock on one leg, and
 a kersey boot-hose on the other, gartred with a red and
 blew list; an old hat, & the humor of forty fancies prickt
 in't for a feather: a monster, a very monster in apparell,
 & not like a Christian foot-boy, or a gentlemans Lacky
 
    Tra. 'Tis some od humor pricks him to this fashion,
 Yet oftentimes he goes but meane apparel'd
 
    Bap. I am glad he's come, howsoere he comes
 
    Bion. Why sir, he comes not
 
    Bap. Didst thou not say hee comes?
   Bion. Who, that Petruchio came?
   Bap. I, that Petruchio came
 
    Bion. No sir, I say his horse comes with him on his backe
 
    Bap. Why that's all one
 
    Bion. Nay by S[aint]. Iamy, I hold you a penny, a horse and
 a man is more then one, and yet not many.
 Enter Petruchio and Grumio.
 
   Pet. Come, where be these gallants? who's at home?
   Bap. You are welcome sir
 
    Petr. And yet I come not well
 
    Bap. And yet you halt not
 
    Tra. Not so well apparell'd as I wish you were
 
    Petr. Were it better I should rush in thus:
 But where is Kate? where is my louely Bride?
 How does my father? gentles methinkes you frowne,
 And wherefore gaze this goodly company,
 As if they saw some wondrous monument,
 Some Commet, or vnusuall prodigie?
   Bap. Why sir, you know this is your wedding day:
 First were we sad, fearing you would not come,
 Now sadder that you come so vnprouided:
 Fie, doff this habit, shame to your estate,
 An eye-sore to our solemne festiuall
 
    Tra. And tell vs what occasion of import
 Hath all so long detain'd you from your wife,
 And sent you hither so vnlike your selfe?
   Petr. Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to heare,
 Sufficeth I am come to keepe my word,
 Though in some part inforced to digresse,
 Which at more leysure I will so excuse,
 As you shall well be satisfied with all.
 But where is Kate? I stay too long from her,
 The morning weares, 'tis time we were at Church
 
    Tra. See not your Bride in these vnreuerent robes,
 Goe to my chamber, put on clothes of mine
 
    Pet. Not I, beleeue me, thus Ile visit her
 
    Bap. But thus I trust you will not marry her
 
    Pet. Good sooth euen thus: therefore ha done with words,
 To me she's married, not vnto my cloathes:
 Could I repaire what she will weare in me,
 As I can change these poore accoutrements,
 'Twere well for Kate, and better for my selfe.
 But what a foole am I to chat with you,
 When I should bid good morrow to my Bride?
 And seale the title with a louely kisse.
 Enter.
 
   Tra. He hath some meaning in his mad attire,
 We will perswade him be it possible,
 To put on better ere he goe to Church
 
    Bap. Ile after him, and see the euent of this.
 Enter.
 
   Tra. But sir, Loue concerneth vs to adde
 Her fathers liking, which to bring to passe
 As before imparted to your worship,
 I am to get a man what ere he be,
 It skills not much, weele fit him to our turne,
 And he shall be Vincentio of Pisa,
 And make assurance heere in Padua
 Of greater summes then I haue promised,
 So shall you quietly enioy your hope,
 And marry sweet Bianca with consent
 
    Luc. Were it not that my fellow schoolemaster
 Doth watch Bianca's steps so narrowly:
 'Twere good me-thinkes to steale our marriage,
 Which once perform'd, let all the world say no,
 Ile keepe mine owne despite of all the world
 
    Tra. That by degrees we meane to looke into,
 And watch our vantage in this businesse,
 Wee'll ouer-reach the grey-beard Gremio,
 The narrow prying father Minola,
 The quaint Musician, amorous Litio,
 All for my Masters sake Lucentio.
 Enter Gremio.
 
 Signior Gremio, came you from the Church?
   Gre. As willingly as ere I came from schoole
 
    Tra. And is the Bride & Bridegroom coming home?
   Gre. A bridegroome say you? 'tis a groome indeed,
 A grumlling groome, and that the girle shall finde
 
    Tra. Curster then she, why 'tis impossible
 
    Gre. Why hee's a deuill, a deuill, a very fiend
 
    Tra. Why she's a deuill, a deuill, the deuils damme
 
    Gre. Tut, she's a Lambe, a Doue, a foole to him:
 Ile tell you sir Lucentio; when the Priest
 Should aske if Katherine should be his wife,
 I, by goggs woones quoth he, and swore so loud,
 That all amaz'd the Priest let fall the booke,
 And as he stoop'd againe to take it vp,
 This mad-brain'd bridegroome tooke him such a cuffe,
 That downe fell Priest and booke, and booke and Priest,
 Now take them vp quoth he, if any list
 
    Tra. What said the wench when he rose againe?
   Gre. Trembled and shooke: for why, he stamp'd and
 swore, as if the Vicar meant to cozen him: but after many
 ceremonies done, hee calls for wine, a health quoth
 he, as if he had beene aboord carowsing to his Mates after
 a storme, quaft off the Muscadell, and threw the sops
 all in the Sextons face: hauing no other reason, but that
 his beard grew thinne and hungerly, and seem'd to aske
 him sops as hee was drinking: This done, hee tooke the
 Bride about the necke, and kist her lips with such a clamorous
 smacke, that at the parting all the Church did
 eccho: and I seeing this, came thence for very shame, and
 after mee I know the rout is comming, such a mad marryage
 neuer was before: harke, harke, I heare the minstrels
 play.
 
 Musicke playes.
 
 Enter Petruchio, Kate, Bianca, Hortensio, Baptista.
 
   Petr. Gentlemen & friends, I thank you for your pains,
 I know you thinke to dine with me to day,
 And haue prepar'd great store of wedding cheere,
 But so it is, my haste doth call me hence,
 And therefore heere I meane to take my leaue
 
    Bap. Is't possible you will away to night?
   Pet. I must away to day before night come,
 Make it no wonder: if you knew my businesse,
 You would intreat me rather goe then stay:
 And honest company, I thanke you all,
 That haue beheld me giue away my selfe
 To this most patient, sweet, and vertuous wife,
 Dine with my father, drinke a health to me,
 For I must hence, and farewell to you all
 
    Tra. Let vs intreat you stay till after dinner
 
    Pet. It may not be
 
    Gra. Let me intreat you
 
    Pet. It cannot be
 
    Kat. Let me intreat you
 
    Pet. I am content
 
    Kat. Are you content to stay?
   Pet. I am content you shall entreat me stay,
 But yet not stay, entreat me how you can
 
    Kat. Now if you loue me stay
 
    Pet. Grumio, my horse
 
    Gru. I sir, they be ready, the Oates haue eaten the
 horses
 
    Kate. Nay then,
 Doe what thou canst, I will not goe to day,
 No, nor to morrow, not till I please my selfe,
 The dore is open sir, there lies your way,
 You may be iogging whiles your bootes are greene:
 For me, Ile not be gone till I please my selfe,
 'Tis like you'll proue a iolly surly groome,
 That take it on you at the first so roundly
 
    Pet. O Kate content thee, prethee be not angry
 
    Kat. I will be angry, what hast thou to doe?
 Father, be quiet, he shall stay my leisure
 
    Gre. I marry sir, now it begins to worke
 
    Kat. Gentlemen, forward to the bridall dinner,
 I see a woman may be made a foole
 If she had not a spirit to resist
 
    Pet. They shall goe forward Kate at thy command,
 Obey the Bride you that attend on her.
 Goe to the feast, reuell and domineere,
 Carowse full measure to her maiden-head,
 Be madde and merry, or goe hang your selues:
 But for my bonny Kate, she must with me:
 Nay, looke not big, nor stampe, not stare, nor fret,
 I will be master of what is mine owne,
 Shee is my goods, my chattels, she is my house,
 My houshold-stuffe, my field, my barne,
 My horse, my oxe, my asse, my any thing,
 And heere she stands, touch her who euer dare,
 Ile bring mine action on the proudest he
 That stops my way in Padua: Grumio
 Draw forth thy weapon, we are beset with theeues,
 Rescue thy Mistresse if thou be a man:
 Feare not sweet wench, they shall not touch thee Kate,
 Ile buckler thee against a Million.
 
 Exeunt. P. Ka.
 
   Bap. Nay, let them goe, a couple of quiet ones
 
    Gre. Went they not quickly, I should die with laughing
 
    Tra. Of all mad matches neuer was the like
 
    Luc. Mistresse, what's your opinion of your sister?
   Bian. That being mad her selfe, she's madly mated
 
    Gre. I warrant him Petruchio is Kated
 
    Bap. Neighbours and friends, though Bride & Bridegroom wants
 For to supply the places at the table,
 You know there wants no iunkets at the feast:
 Lucentio, you shall supply the Bridegroomes place,
 And let Bianca take her sisters roome
 
    Tra. Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it?
   Bap. She shall Lucentio: come gentlemen lets goe.
 Enter Grumio.
 
 
 Exeunt.
 
   Gru. Fie, fie on all tired Iades, on all mad Masters, &
 all foule waies: was euer man so beaten? was euer man
 so raide? was euer man so weary? I am sent before to
 make a fire, and they are comming after to warme them:
 now were not I a little pot, & soone hot; my very lippes
 might freeze to my teeth, my tongue to the roofe of my
 mouth, my heart in my belly, ere I should come by a fire
 to thaw me, but I with blowing the fire shall warme my
 selfe: for considering the weather, a taller man then I
 will take cold: Holla, hoa Curtis.
 Enter Curtis.
 
   Curt. Who is that calls so coldly?
   Gru. A piece of Ice: if thou doubt it, thou maist
 slide from my shoulder to my heele, with no
 greater a run but my head and my necke. A fire good
 Curtis
 
    Cur. Is my master and his wife comming Grumio?
   Gru. Oh I Curtis I, and therefore fire, fire, cast on no
 water
 
    Cur. Is she so hot a shrew as she's reported
 
    Gru. She was good Curtis before this frost: but thou
 know'st winter tames man, woman, and beast: for it
 hath tam'd my old master, and my new mistris, and my
 selfe fellow Curtis
 
    Gru. Away you three inch foole, I am no beast
 
    Gru. Am I but three inches? Why thy horne is a foot
 and so long am I at the least. But wilt thou make a fire,
 or shall I complaine on thee to our mistris, whose hand
 (she being now at hand) thou shalt soone feele, to thy
 cold comfort, for being slow in thy hot office
 
    Cur. I prethee good Grumio, tell me, how goes the
 world?
   Gru. A cold world Curtis in euery office but thine, &
 therefore fire: do thy duty, and haue thy dutie, for my
 Master and mistris are almost frozen to death
 
    Cur. There's fire readie, and therefore good Grumio
 the newes
 
    Gru. Why Iacke boy, ho boy, and as much newes as
 wilt thou
 
    Cur. Come, you are so full of conicatching
 
    Gru. Why therefore fire, for I haue caught extreme
 cold. Where's the Cooke, is supper ready, the house
 trim'd, rushes strew'd, cobwebs swept, the seruingmen
 in their new fustian, the white stockings, and euery officer
 his wedding garment on? Be the Iackes faire within,
 the Gils faire without, the Carpets laide, and euerie
 thing in order?
   Cur. All readie: and therefore I pray thee newes
 
    Gru. First know my horse is tired, my master & mistris
 falne out
 
    Cur. How?
   Gru. Out of their saddles into the durt, and thereby
 hangs a tale
 
    Cur. Let's ha't good Grumio
 
    Gru. Lend thine eare
 
    Cur. Heere
 
    Gru. There
 
    Cur. This 'tis to feele a tale, not to heare a tale
 
    Gru. And therefore 'tis cal'd a sensible tale: and this
 Cuffe was but to knocke at your eare, and beseech listning:
 now I begin, Inprimis wee came downe a fowle
 hill, my Master riding behinde my Mistris
 
    Cur. Both of one horse?
   Gru. What's that to thee?
   Cur. Why a horse
 
    Gru. Tell thou the tale: but hadst thou not crost me,
 thou shouldst haue heard how her horse fel, and she vnder
 her horse: thou shouldst haue heard in how miery a
 place, how she was bemoil'd, how hee left her with the
 horse vpon her, how he beat me because her horse stumbled,
 how she waded through the durt to plucke him off
 me: how he swore, how she prai'd, that neuer prai'd before:
 how I cried, how the horses ranne away, how her
 bridle was burst: how I lost my crupper, with manie
 things of worthy memorie, which now shall die in obliuion,
 and thou returne vnexperienc'd to thy graue
 
    Cur. By this reckning he is more shrew than she
 
    Gru. I, and that thou and the proudest of you all shall
 finde when he comes home. But what talke I of this?
 Call forth Nathaniel, Ioseph, Nicholas, Phillip, Walter, Sugersop
 and the rest: let their heads bee slickely comb'd,
 their blew coats brush'd, and their garters of an indifferent
 knit, let them curtsie with their left legges, and not
 presume to touch a haire of my Masters horse-taile, till
 they kisse their hands. Are they all readie?
   Cur. They are
 
    Gru. Call them forth
 
    Cur. Do you heare ho? you must meete my maister
 to countenance my mistris
 
    Gru. Why she hath a face of her owne
 
    Cur. Who knowes not that?
   Gru. Thou it seemes, that cals for company to countenance
 her
 
    Cur. I call them forth to credit her.
 Enter foure or fiue seruingmen.
 
   Gru. Why she comes to borrow nothing of them
 
    Nat. Welcome home Grumio
 
    Phil. How now Grumio
 
    Ios. What Grumio
 
    Nick. Fellow Grumio
 
    Nat. How now old lad
 
    Gru. Welcome you: how now you: what you: fellow
 you: and thus much for greeting. Now my spruce
 companions, is all readie, and all things neate?
   Nat. All things is readie, how neere is our master?
   Gre. E'ne at hand, alighted by this: and therefore be
 not- Cockes passion, silence, I heare my master.
 Enter Petruchio and Kate.
 
   Pet. Where be these knaues? What no man at doore
 To hold my stirrop, nor to take my horse?
 Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Phillip
 
    All ser. Heere, heere sir, heere sir
 
    Pet. Heere sir, heere sir, heere sir, heere sir.
 You logger-headed and vnpollisht groomes:
 What? no attendance? no regard? no dutie?
 Where is the foolish knaue I sent before?
   Gru. Heere sir, as foolish as I was before
 
    Pet. You pezant, swain, you horson malt-horse drudg
 Did I not bid thee meete me in the Parke,
 And bring along these rascal knaues with thee?
   Grumio. Nathaniels coate sir was not fully made,
 And Gabrels pumpes were all vnpinkt i'th heele:
 There was no Linke to colour Peters hat,
 And Walters dagger was not come from sheathing:
 There were none fine, but Adam, Rafe, and Gregory,
 The rest were ragged, old, and beggerly,
 Yet as they are, heere are they come to meete you
 
    Pet. Go rascals, go, and fetch my supper in.
 
 Ex. Ser.
 
 Where is the life that late I led?
 Where are those? Sit downe Kate,
 And welcome. Soud, soud, soud, soud.
 Enter seruants with supper.
 
 Why when I say? Nay good sweete Kate be merrie.
 Off with my boots, you rogues: you villaines, when?
 It was the Friar of Orders gray,
 As he forth walked on his way.
 Out you rogue, you plucke my foote awrie,
 Take that, and mend the plucking of the other.
 Be merrie Kate: Some water heere: what hoa.
 Enter one with water.
 
 Where's my Spaniel Troilus? Sirra, get you hence,
 And bid my cozen Ferdinand come hither:
 One Kate that you must kisse, and be acquainted with.
 Where are my Slippers? Shall I haue some water?
 Come Kate and wash, & welcome heartily:
 You horson villaine, will you let it fall?
   Kate. Patience I pray you, 'twas a fault vnwilling
 
    Pet. A horson beetle-headed flap-ear'd knaue:
 Come Kate sit downe, I know you haue a stomacke,
 Will you giue thankes, sweete Kate, or else shall I?
 What's this, Mutton?
   1.Ser. I
 
    Pet. Who brought it?
   Peter. I
 
    Pet. 'Tis burnt, and so is all the meate:
 What dogges are these? Where is the rascall Cooke?
 How durst you villaines bring it from the dresser
 And serue it thus to me that loue it not?
 There, take it to you, trenchers, cups, and all:
 You heedlesse iolt-heads, and vnmanner'd slaues.
 What, do you grumble? Ile be with you straight
 
    Kate. I pray you husband be not so disquiet,
 The meate was well, if you were so contented
 
    Pet. I tell thee Kate, 'twas burnt and dried away,
 And I expressely am forbid to touch it:
 For it engenders choller, planteth anger,
 And better 'twere that both of vs did fast,
 Since of our selues, our selues are chollericke,
 Then feede it with such ouer-rosted flesh:
 Be patient, to morrow't shalbe mended,
 And for this night we'l fast for companie.
 Come I wil bring thee to thy Bridall chamber.
 
 Exeunt.
 
 Enter Seruants seuerally.
 
   Nath. Peter didst euer see the like
 
    Peter. He kils her in her owne humor
 
    Grumio. Where is he?
 Enter Curtis a Seruant.
 
   Cur. In her chamber, making a sermon of continencie
 to her, and railes, and sweares, and rates, that shee
 (poore soule) knowes not which way to stand, to looke,
 to speake, and sits as one new risen from a dreame. Away,
 away, for he is comming hither.
 Enter Petruchio.
 
   Pet. Thus haue I politickely begun my reigne,
 And 'tis my hope to end successefully:
 My Faulcon now is sharpe, and passing emptie,
 And til she stoope, she must not be full gorg'd,
 For then she neuer lookes vpon her lure.
 Another way I haue to man my Haggard,
 To make her come, and know her Keepers call:
 That is, to watch her, as we watch these Kites,
 That baite, and beate, and will not be obedient:
 She eate no meate to day, nor none shall eate.
 Last night she slept not, nor to night she shall not:
 As with the meate, some vndeserued fault
 Ile finde about the making of the bed,
 And heere Ile fling the pillow, there the boulster,
 This way the Couerlet, another way the sheets:
 I, and amid this hurlie I intend,
 That all is done in reuerend care of her,
 And in conclusion, she shal watch all night,
 And if she chance to nod, Ile raile and brawle,
 And with the clamor keepe her stil awake:
 This is a way to kil a Wife with kindnesse,
 And thus Ile curbe her mad and headstrong humor:
 He that knowes better how to tame a shrew,
 Now let him speake, 'tis charity to shew.
 
 Exit
 
 Enter Tranio and Hortensio.
 
   Tra. Is't possible friend Lisio, that mistris Bianca
 Doth fancie any other but Lucentio,
 I tel you sir, she beares me faire in hand
 
    Luc. Sir, to satisfie you in what I haue said,
 Stand by, and marke the manner of his teaching.
 Enter Bianca.
 
   Hor. Now Mistris, profit you in what you reade?
   Bian. What Master reade you first, resolue me that?
   Hor. I reade, that I professe the Art to loue
 
    Bian. And may you proue sir Master of your Art
 
    Luc. While you sweet deere proue Mistresse of my
 heart
 
    Hor. Quicke proceeders marry, now tel me I pray,
 you that durst sweare that your Mistris Bianca
 Lou'd me in the World so wel as Lucentio
 
    Tra. Oh despightful Loue, vnconstant womankind,
 I tel thee Lisio this is wonderfull
 
    Hor. Mistake no more, I am not Lisio,
 Nor a Musitian as I seeme to bee,
 But one that scorne to liue in this disguise,
 For such a one as leaues a Gentleman,
 And makes a God of such a Cullion;
 Know sir, that I am cal'd Hortensio
 
    Tra. Signior Hortensio, I haue often heard
 Of your entire affection to Bianca,
 And since mine eyes are witnesse of her lightnesse,
 I wil with you, if you be so contented,
 Forsweare Bianca, and her loue for euer
 
    Hor. See how they kisse and court: Signior Lucentio,
 Heere is my hand, and heere I firmly vow
 Neuer to woo her more, but do forsweare her
 As one vnworthie all the former fauours
 That I haue fondly flatter'd them withall
 
    Tra. And heere I take the like vnfained oath,
 Neuer to marrie with her, though she would intreate,
 Fie on her, see how beastly she doth court him
 
    Hor. Would all the world but he had quite forsworn
 For me, that I may surely keepe mine oath.
 I wil be married to a wealthy Widdow,
 Ere three dayes passe, which hath as long lou'd me,
 As I haue lou'd this proud disdainful Haggard,
 And so farewel signior Lucentio,
 Kindnesse in women, not their beauteous lookes
 Shal win my loue, and so I take my leaue,
 In resolution, as I swore before
 
    Tra. Mistris Bianca, blesse you with such grace,
 As longeth to a Louers blessed case:
 Nay, I haue tane you napping gentle Loue,
 And haue forsworne you with Hortensio
 
    Bian. Tranio you iest, but haue you both forsworne
 mee?
   Tra. Mistris we haue
 
    Luc. Then we are rid of Lisio
 
    Tra. I'faith hee'l haue a lustie Widdow now,
 That shalbe woo'd, and wedded in a day
 
    Bian. God giue him ioy
 
    Tra. I, and hee'l tame her
 
    Bianca. He sayes so Tranio
 
    Tra. Faith he is gone vnto the taming schoole
 
    Bian. The taming schoole: what is there such a place?
   Tra. I mistris, and Petruchio is the master,
 That teacheth trickes eleuen and twentie long,
 To tame a shrew, and charme her chattering tongue.
 Enter Biondello.
 
   Bion. Oh Master, master I haue watcht so long,
 That I am dogge-wearie, but at last I spied
 An ancient Angel comming downe the hill,
 Wil serue the turne
 
    Tra. What is he Biondello?
   Bio. Master, a Marcantant, or a pedant,
 I know not what, but formall in apparrell,
 In gate and countenance surely like a Father
 
    Luc. And what of him Tranio?
   Tra. If he be credulous, and trust my tale,
 Ile make him glad to seeme Vincentio,
 And giue assurance to Baptista Minola.
 As if he were the right Vincentio
 
    Par. Take me your loue, and then let me alone.
 Enter a Pedant.
 
   Ped. God saue you sir
 
    Tra. And you sir, you are welcome,
 Trauaile you farre on, or are you at the farthest?
   Ped. Sir at the farthest for a weeke or two,
 But then vp farther, and as farre as Rome,
 And so to Tripolie, if God lend me life
 
    Tra. What Countreyman I pray?
   Ped. Of Mantua
 
    Tra. Of Mantua Sir, marrie God forbid,
 And come to Padua carelesse of your life
 
    Ped. My life sir? how I pray? for that goes hard
 
    Tra. 'Tis death for any one in Mantua
 To come to Padua, know you not the cause?
 Your ships are staid at Venice, and the Duke
 For priuate quarrel 'twixt your Duke and him,
 Hath publish'd and proclaim'd it openly:
 'Tis meruaile, but that you are but newly come,
 You might haue heard it else proclaim'd about
 
    Ped. Alas sir, it is worse for me then so,
 For I haue bils for monie by exchange
 From Florence, and must heere deliuer them
 
    Tra. Wel sir, to do you courtesie,
 This wil I do, and this I wil aduise you.
 First tell me, haue you euer beene at Pisa?
   Ped. I sir, in Pisa haue I often bin,
 Pisa renowned for graue Citizens
 
    Tra. Among them know you one Vincentio?
   Ped. I know him not, but I haue heard of him:
 A Merchant of incomparable wealth
 
    Tra. He is my father sir, and sooth to say,
 In count'nance somewhat doth resemble you
 
    Bion. As much as an apple doth an oyster, & all one
 
    Tra. To saue your life in this extremitie,
 This fauor wil I do you for his sake,
 And thinke it not the worst of all your fortunes,
 That you are like to Sir Vincentio.
 His name and credite shal you vndertake,
 And in my house you shal be friendly lodg'd,
 Looke that you take vpon you as you should,
 You vnderstand me sir: so shal you stay
 Til you haue done your businesse in the Citie:
 If this be court'sie sir, accept of it
 
    Ped. Oh sir I do, and wil repute you euer
 The patron of my life and libertie
 
    Tra. Then go with me, to make the matter good,
 This by the way I let you vnderstand,
 My father is heere look'd for euerie day,
 To passe assurance of a dowre in marriage
 'Twixt me, and one Baptistas daughter heere:
 In all these circumstances Ile instruct you,
 Go with me to cloath you as becomes you.
 
 Exeunt.
 
 
 Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.
 
 Enter Katherina and Grumio.
 
   Gru. No, no forsooth I dare not for my life
 
    Ka. The more my wrong, the more his spite appears.
 What, did he marrie me to famish me?
 Beggers that come vnto my fathers doore,
 Vpon intreatie haue a present almes,
 If not, elsewhere they meete with charitie:
 But I, who neuer knew how to intreat,
 Nor neuer needed that I should intreate,
 Am staru'd for meate, giddie for lacke of sleepe:
 With oathes kept waking, and with brawling fed,
 And that which spights me more then all these wants,
 He does it vnder name of perfect loue:
 As who should say, if I should sleepe or eate
 'Twere deadly sicknesse, or else present death.
 I prethee go, and get me some repast,
 I care not what, so it be holsome foode
 
    Gru. What say you to a Neats foote?
   Kate. 'Tis passing good, I prethee let me haue it
 
    Gru. I feare it is too chollericke a meate.
 How say you to a fat Tripe finely broyl'd?
   Kate. I like it well, good Grumio fetch it me
 
    Gru. I cannot tell, I feare 'tis chollericke.
 What say you to a peece of Beefe and Mustard?
   Kate. A dish that I do loue to feede vpon
 
    Gru. I, but the Mustard is too hot a little
 
    Kate. Why then the Beefe, and let the Mustard rest
 
    Gru. Nay then I wil not, you shal haue the Mustard
 Or else you get no beefe of Grumio
 
    Kate. Then both or one, or any thing thou wilt
 
    Gru. Why then the Mustard without the beefe
 
    Kate. Go get thee gone, thou false deluding slaue,
 
 Beats him.
 
 That feed'st me with the verie name of meate.
 Sorrow on thee, and all the packe of you
 That triumph thus vpon my misery:
 Go get thee gone, I say.
 Enter Petruchio, and Hortensio with meate
 
    Petr. How fares my Kate, what sweeting all amort?
   Hor. Mistris, what cheere?
   Kate. Faith as cold as can be
 
    Pet. Plucke vp thy spirits, looke cheerfully vpon me.
 Heere Loue, thou seest how diligent I am,
 To dresse thy meate my selfe, and bring it thee.
 I am sure sweet Kate, this kindnesse merites thankes.
 What, not a word? Nay then, thou lou'st it not:
 And all my paines is sorted to no proofe.
 Heere take away this dish
 
    Kate. I pray you let it stand
 
    Pet. The poorest seruice is repaide with thankes,
 And so shall mine before you touch the meate
 
    Kate. I thanke you sir
 
    Hor. Signior Petruchio, fie you are too blame:
 Come Mistris Kate, Ile beare you companie
 
    Petr. Eate it vp all Hortensio, if thou louest mee:
 Much good do it vnto thy gentle heart:
 Kate eate apace; and now my honie Loue,
 Will we returne vnto thy Fathers house,
 And reuell it as brauely as the best,
 With silken coats and caps, and golden Rings,
 With Ruffes and Cuffes, and Fardingales, and things:
 With Scarfes, and Fannes, & double change of brau'ry,
 With Amber Bracelets, Beades, and all this knau'ry.
 What hast thou din'd? The Tailor staies thy leasure,
 To decke thy bodie with his ruffling treasure.
 Enter Tailor.
 
 Come Tailor, let vs see these ornaments.
 Enter Haberdasher.
 
 Lay forth the gowne. What newes with you sir?
   Fel. Heere is the cap your Worship did bespeake
 
    Pet. Why this was moulded on a porrenger,
 A Veluet dish: Fie, fie, 'tis lewd and filthy,
 Why 'tis a cockle or a walnut-shell,
 A knacke, a toy, a tricke, a babies cap:
 Away with it, come let me haue a bigger
 
    Kate. Ile haue no bigger, this doth fit the time,
 And Gentlewomen weare such caps as these
 
    Pet. When you are gentle, you shall haue one too,
 And not till then
 
    Hor. That will not be in hast
 
    Kate. Why sir I trust I may haue leaue to speake,
 And speake I will. I am no childe, no babe,
 Your betters haue indur'd me say my minde,
 And if you cannot, best you stop your eares.
 My tongue will tell the anger of my heart,
 Or els my heart concealing it wil breake,
 And rather then it shall, I will be free,
 Euen to the vttermost as I please in words
 
    Pet. Why thou saist true, it is paltrie cap,
 A custard coffen, a bauble, a silken pie,
 I loue thee well in that thou lik'st it not
 
    Kate. Loue me, or loue me not, I like the cap,
 And it I will haue, or I will haue none
 
    Pet. Thy gowne, why I: come Tailor let vs see't.
 Oh mercie God, what masking stuffe is heere?
 Whats this? a sleeue? 'tis like demi cannon,
 What, vp and downe caru'd like an apple Tart?
 Heers snip, and nip, and cut, and slish and slash,
 Like to a Censor in a barbers shoppe:
 Why what a deuils name Tailor cal'st thou this?
   Hor. I see shees like to haue neither cap nor gowne
 
    Tai. You bid me make it orderlie and well,
 According to the fashion, and the time
 
    Pet. Marrie and did: but if you be remembred,
 I did not bid you marre it to the time.
 Go hop me ouer euery kennell home,
 For you shall hop without my custome sir:
 Ile none of it; hence, make your best of it
 
    Kate. I neuer saw a better fashion'd gowne,
 More queint, more pleasing, nor more commendable:
 Belike you meane to make a puppet of me
 
    Pet. Why true, he meanes to make a puppet of thee
 
    Tail. She saies your Worship meanes to make a
 puppet of her
 
    Pet. Oh monstrous arrogance:
 Thou lyest, thou thred, thou thimble,
 Thou yard three quarters, halfe yard, quarter, naile,
 Thou Flea, thou Nit, thou winter cricket thou:
 Brau'd in mine owne house with a skeine of thred:
 Away thou Ragge, thou quantitie, thou remnant,
 Or I shall so be-mete thee with thy yard,
 As thou shalt thinke on prating whil'st thou liu'st:
 I tell thee I, that thou hast marr'd her gowne
 
    Tail. Your worship is deceiu'd, the gowne is made
 Iust as my master had direction:
 Grumio gaue order how it should be done
 
    Gru. I gaue him no order, I gaue him the stuffe
 
    Tail. But how did you desire it should be made?
   Gru. Marrie sir with needle and thred
 
    Tail. But did you not request to haue it cut?
   Gru. Thou hast fac'd many things
 
    Tail. I haue
 
    Gru. Face not mee: thou hast brau'd manie men,
 braue not me; I will neither bee fac'd nor brau'd. I say
 vnto thee, I bid thy Master cut out the gowne, but I did
 not bid him cut it to peeces. Ergo thou liest
 
    Tail. Why heere is the note of the fashion to testify
 
    Pet. Reade it
 
    Gru. The note lies in's throate if he say I said so
 
    Tail. Inprimis, a loose bodied gowne
 
    Gru. Master, if euer I said loose-bodied gowne, sow
 me in the skirts of it, and beate me to death with a bottome
 of browne thred: I said a gowne
 
    Pet. Proceede
 
    Tai. With a small compast cape
 
    Gru. I confesse the cape
 
    Tai. With a trunke sleeue
 
    Gru. I confesse two sleeues
 
    Tai. The sleeues curiously cut
 
    Pet. I there's the villanie
 
    Gru. Error i'th bill sir, error i'th bill? I commanded
 the sleeues should be cut out, and sow'd vp againe, and
 that Ile proue vpon thee, though thy little finger be armed
 in a thimble
 
    Tail. This is true that I say, and I had thee in place
 where thou shouldst know it
 
    Gru. I am for thee straight: take thou the bill, giue
 me thy meat-yard, and spare not me
 
    Hor. God-a-mercie Grumio, then hee shall haue no
 oddes
 
    Pet. Well sir in breefe the gowne is not for me
 
    Gru. You are i'th right sir, 'tis for my mistris
 
    Pet. Go take it vp vnto thy masters vse
 
    Gru. Villaine, not for thy life: Take vp my Mistresse
 gowne for thy masters vse
 
    Pet. Why sir, what's your conceit in that?
   Gru. Oh sir, the conceit is deeper then you think for:
 Take vp my Mistris gowne to his masters vse.
 Oh fie, fie, fie
 
    Pet. Hortensio, say thou wilt see the Tailor paide:
 Go take it hence, be gone, and say no more
 
    Hor. Tailor, Ile pay thee for thy gowne to morrow,
 Take no vnkindnesse of his hastie words:
 Away I say, commend me to thy master.
 
 Exit Tail.
 
   Pet. Well, come my Kate, we will vnto your fathers,
 Euen in these honest meane habiliments:
 Our purses shall be proud, our garments poore:
 For 'tis the minde that makes the bodie rich.
 And as the Sunne breakes through the darkest clouds,
 So honor peereth in the meanest habit.
 What is the Iay more precious then the Larke?
 Because his feathers are more beautifull.
 Or is the Adder better then the Eele,
 Because his painted skin contents the eye.
 Oh no good Kate: neither art thou the worse
 For this poore furniture, and meane array.
 If thou accountedst it shame, lay it on me,
 And therefore frolicke, we will hence forthwith,
 To feast and sport vs at thy fathers house,
 Go call my men, and let vs straight to him,
 And bring our horses vnto Long-lane end,
 There wil we mount, and thither walke on foote,
 Let's see, I thinke 'tis now some seuen a clocke,
 And well we may come there by dinner time
 
    Kate. I dare assure you sir, 'tis almost two,
 And 'twill be supper time ere you come there
 
    Pet. It shall be seuen ere I go to horse:
 Looke what I speake, or do, or thinke to doe,
 You are still crossing it, sirs let't alone,
 I will not goe to day, and ere I doe,
 It shall be what a clock I say it is
 
    Hor. Why so this gallant will command the sunne.
 Enter Tranio, and the Pedant drest like Vincentio.
 
   Tra. Sirs, this is the house, please it you that I call
 
    Ped. I what else, and but I be deceiued,
 Signior Baptista may remember me
 Neere twentie yeares a goe in Genoa
 
    Tra. Where we were lodgers, at the Pegasus,
 Tis well, and hold your owne in any case
 With such austeritie as longeth to a father.
 Enter Biondello.
 
   Ped. I warrant you: but sir here comes your boy,
 'Twere good he were school'd
 
    Tra. Feare you not him: sirra Biondello,
 Now doe your dutie throughlie I aduise you:
 Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio
 
    Bion. Tut, feare not me
 
    Tra. But hast thou done thy errand to Baptista
 
    Bion. I told him that your father was at Venice,
 And that you look't for him this day in Padua,
   Tra. Th'art a tall fellow, hold thee that to drinke,
 Here comes Baptista: set your countenance sir.
 Enter Baptista and Lucentio: Pedant booted and bare headed.
 
   Tra. Signior Baptista you are happilie met:
 Sir, this is the gentleman I told you of,
 I pray you stand good father to me now,
 Giue me Bianca for my patrimony
 
    Ped. Soft son: sir by your leaue, hauing com to Padua
 To gather in some debts, my son Lucentio
 Made me acquainted with a waighty cause
 Of loue betweene your daughter and himselfe:
 And for the good report I heare of you,
 And for the loue he beareth to your daughter,
 And she to him: to stay him not too long,
 I am content in a good fathers care
 To haue him matcht, and if you please to like
 No worse then I, vpon some agreement
 Me shall you finde readie and willing
 With one consent to haue her so bestowed:
 For curious I cannot be with you
 Signior Baptista, of whom I heare so well
 
    Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I haue to say,
 Your plainnesse and your shortnesse please me well:
 Right true it is your sonne Lucentio here
 Doth loue my daughter, and she loueth him,
 Or both dissemble deepely their affections:
 And therefore if you say no more then this,
 That like a Father you will deale with him,
 And passe my daughter a sufficient dower,
 The match is made, and all is done,
 Your sonne shall haue my daughter with consent
 
    Tra. I thanke you sir, where then doe you know best
 We be affied and such assurance tane,
 As shall with either parts agreement stand
 
    Bap. Not in my house Lucentio, for you know
 Pitchers haue eares, and I haue manie seruants,
 Besides old Gremio is harkning still,
 And happilie we might be interrupted
 
    Tra. Then at my lodging, and it like you,
 There doth my father lie: and there this night
 Weele passe the businesse priuately and well:
 Send for your daughter by your seruant here,
 My Boy shall fetch the Scriuener presentlie,
 The worst is this that at so slender warning,
 You are like to haue a thin and slender pittance
 
    Bap. It likes me well:
 Cambio hie you home, and bid Bianca make her readie
 straight:
 And if you will tell what hath hapned,
 Lucentios Father is arriued in Padua,
 And how she's like to be Lucentios wife
 
    Biond. I praie the gods she may withall my heart.
 Enter.
 
   Tran. Dallie not with the gods, but get thee gone.
 Enter Peter.
 
 Signior Baptista, shall I leade the way,
 Welcome, one messe is like to be your cheere,
 Come sir, we will better it in Pisa
 
    Bap. I follow you.
 
 Exeunt.
 
 Enter Lucentio and Biondello.
 
   Bion. Cambio
 
    Luc. What saist thou Biondello
 
    Biond. You saw my Master winke and laugh vpon
 you?
   Luc. Biondello, what of that?
   Biond. Faith nothing: but has left mee here behinde
 to expound the meaning or morrall of his signes and tokens
 
    Luc. I pray thee moralize them
 
    Biond. Then thus: Baptista is safe talking with the
 deceiuing Father of a deceitfull sonne
 
    Luc. And what of him?
   Biond. His daughter is to be brought by you to the
 supper
 
    Luc. And then
 
    Bio. The old Priest at Saint Lukes Church is at your
 command at all houres
 
    Luc. And what of all this
 
    Bion. I cannot tell, expect they are busied about a
 counterfeit assurance: take you assurance of her, Cum
 preuilegio ad Impremendum solem, to th' Church take the
 Priest, Clarke, and some sufficient honest witnesses:
 If this be not that you looke for, I haue no more to say,
 But bid Bianca farewell for euer and a day
 
    Luc. Hear'st thou Biondello
 
    Biond. I cannot tarry: I knew a wench maried in an
 afternoone as shee went to the Garden for Parseley to
 stuffe a Rabit, and so may you sir: and so adew sir, my
 Master hath appointed me to goe to Saint Lukes to bid
 the Priest be readie to come against you come with your
 appendix.
 Enter.
 
   Luc. I may and will, if she be so contented:
 She will be pleas'd, then wherefore should I doubt:
 Hap what hap may, Ile roundly goe about her:
 It shall goe hard if Cambio goe without her.
 Enter.
 
 Enter Petruchio, Kate, Hortentio
 
   Petr. Come on a Gods name, once more toward our
 fathers:
 Good Lord how bright and goodly shines the Moone
 
    Kate. The Moone, the Sunne: it is not Moonelight
 now
 
    Pet. I say it is the Moone that shines so bright
 
    Kate. I know it is the Sunne that shines so bright
 
    Pet. Now by my mothers sonne, and that's my selfe,
 It shall be moone, or starre, or what I list,
 Or ere I iourney to your Fathers house:
 Goe on, and fetch our horses backe againe,
 Euermore crost and crost, nothing but crost
 
    Hort. Say as he saies, or we shall neuer goe
 
    Kate. Forward I pray, since we haue come so farre,
 And be it moone, or sunne, or what you please:
 And if you please to call it a rush Candle,
 Henceforth I vowe it shall be so for me
 
    Petr. I say it is the Moone
 
    Kate. I know it is the Moone
 
    Petr. Nay then you lye: it is the blessed Sunne
 
    Kate. Then God be blest, it is the blessed sun,
 But sunne it is not, when you say it is not,
 And the Moone changes euen as your minde:
 What you will haue it nam'd, euen that it is,
 And so it shall be so for Katherine
 
    Hort. Petruchio, goe thy waies, the field is won
 
    Petr. Well, forward, forward, thus the bowle should run,
 And not vnluckily against the Bias:
 But soft, Company is comming here.
 Enter Vincentio.
 
 Good morrow gentle Mistris, where away:
 Tell me sweete Kate, and tell me truely too,
 Hast thou beheld a fresher Gentlewoman:
 Such warre of white and red within her cheekes:
 What stars do spangle heauen with such beautie,
 As those two eyes become that heauenly face?
 Faire louely Maide, once more good day to thee:
 Sweete Kate embrace her for her beauties sake
 
    Hort. A will make the man mad to make the woman
 of him
 
    Kate. Yong budding Virgin, faire, and fresh, & sweet,
 Whether away, or whether is thy aboade?
 Happy the Parents of so faire a childe;
 Happier the man whom fauourable stars
 A lots thee for his louely bedfellow
 
    Petr. Why how now Kate, I hope thou art not mad,
 This is a man old, wrinckled, faded, withered,
 And not a Maiden, as thou saist he is
 
    Kate. Pardon old father my mistaking eies,
 That haue bin so bedazled with the sunne,
 That euery thing I looke on seemeth greene:
 Now I perceiue thou art a reuerent Father:
 Pardon I pray thee for my mad mistaking
 
    Petr. Do good old grandsire, & withall make known
 Which way thou trauellest, if along with vs,
 We shall be ioyfull of thy companie
 
    Vin. Faire Sir, and you my merry Mistris,
 That with your strange encounter much amasde me:
 My name is call'd Vincentio, my dwelling Pisa,
 And bound I am to Padua, there to visite
 A sonne of mine, which long I haue not seene
 
    Petr. What is his name?
   Vinc. Lucentio gentle sir
 
    Petr. Happily met, the happier for thy sonne:
 And now by Law, as well as reuerent age,
 I may intitle thee my louing Father,
 The sister to my wife, this Gentlewoman,
 Thy Sonne by this hath married: wonder not,
 Nor be not grieued, she is of good esteeme,
 Her dowrie wealthie, and of worthie birth;
 Beside, so qualified, as may beseeme
 The Spouse of any noble Gentleman:
 Let me imbrace with old Vincentio,
 And wander we to see thy honest sonne,
 Who will of thy arriuall be full ioyous
 
    Vinc. But is this true, or is it else your pleasure,
 Like pleasant trauailors to breake a Iest
 Vpon the companie you ouertake?
   Hort. I doe assure thee father so it is
 
    Petr. Come goe along and see the truth hereof,
 For our first merriment hath made thee iealous.
 
 Exeunt.
 
   Hor. Well Petruchio, this has put me in heart;
 Haue to my Widdow, and if she froward,
 Then hast thou taught Hortentio to be vntoward.
 Enter.
 
 Enter Biondello, Lucentio and Bianca, Gremio is out before.
 
   Biond. Softly and swiftly sir, for the Priest is ready
 
    Luc. I flie Biondello; but they may chance to neede
 thee at home, therefore leaue vs.
 Enter.
 
   Biond. Nay faith, Ile see the Church a your backe,
 and then come backe to my mistris as soone as I can
 
    Gre. I maruaile Cambio comes not all this while.
 Enter Petruchio, Kate, Vincentio, Grumio with Attendants.
 
   Petr. Sir heres the doore, this is Lucentios house,
 My Fathers beares more toward the Market-place,
 Thither must I, and here I leaue you sir
 
    Vin. You shall not choose but drinke before you go,
 I thinke I shall command your welcome here;
 And by all likelihood some cheere is toward.
 
 Knock.
 
   Grem. They're busie within, you were best knocke
 lowder.
 
 Pedant lookes out of the window.
 
   Ped. What's he that knockes as he would beat downe
 the gate?
   Vin. Is Signior Lucentio within sir?
   Ped. He's within sir, but not to be spoken withall
 
    Vinc. What if a man bring him a hundred pound or
 two to make merrie withall
 
    Ped. Keepe your hundred pounds to your selfe, hee
 shall neede none so long as I liue
 
    Petr. Nay, I told you your sonne was well beloued in
 Padua: doe you heare sir, to leaue friuolous circumstances,
 I pray you tell signior Lucentio that his Father is
 come from Pisa, and is here at the doore to speake with
 him
 
    Ped. Thou liest his Father is come from Padua, and
 here looking out at the window
 
    Vin. Art thou his father?
   Ped. I sir, so his mother saies, if I may beleeue her
 
    Petr. Why how now gentleman: why this is flat knauerie
 to take vpon you another mans name
 
    Peda. Lay hands on the villaine, I beleeue a meanes
 to cosen some bodie in this Citie vnder my countenance.
 Enter Biondello.
 
   Bio. I haue seene them in the Church together, God
 send 'em good shipping: but who is here? mine old Master
 Vincentio: now wee are vndone and brought to nothing
 
    Vin. Come hither crackhempe
 
    Bion. I hope I may choose Sir
 
    Vin. Come hither you rogue, what haue you forgot
 mee?
   Biond. Forgot you, no sir: I could not forget you, for
 I neuer saw you before in all my life
 
    Vinc. What, you notorious villaine, didst thou neuer
 see thy Mistris father, Vincentio?
   Bion. What my old worshipfull old master? yes
 marie sir see where he lookes out of the window
 
    Vin. Ist so indeede.
 
 He beates Biondello.
 
   Bion. Helpe, helpe, helpe, here's a mad man will murder
 me
 
    Pedan. Helpe, sonne, helpe signior Baptista
 
    Petr. Preethe Kate let's stand aside and see the end of
 this controuersie.
 Enter Pedant with seruants, Baptista, Tranio.
 
   Tra. Sir, what are you that offer to beate my seruant?
   Vinc. What am I sir: nay what are you sir: oh immortall
 Goddes: oh fine villaine, a silken doublet, a veluet
 hose, a scarlet cloake, and a copataine hat: oh I am
 vndone, I am vndone: while I plaie the good husband
 at home, my sonne and my seruant spend all at the vniuersitie
 
    Tra. How now, what's the matter?
   Bapt. What is the man lunaticke?
   Tra. Sir, you seeme a sober ancient Gentleman by
 your habit: but your words shew you a mad man: why
 sir, what cernes it you, if I weare Pearle and gold: I thank
 my good Father, I am able to maintaine it
 
    Vin. Thy father: oh villaine, he is a Saile-maker in
 Bergamo
 
    Bap. You mistake sir, you mistake sir, praie what do
 you thinke is his name?
   Vin. His name, as if I knew not his name: I haue
 brought him vp euer since he was three yeeres old, and
 his name is Tronio
 
    Ped. Awaie, awaie mad asse, his name is Lucentio, and
 he is mine onelie sonne and heire to the Lands of me signior
 Vincentio
 
    Ven. Lucentio: oh he hath murdred his Master; laie
 hold on him I charge you in the Dukes name: oh my
 sonne, my sonne: tell me thou villaine, where is my son
 Lucentio?
   Tra. Call forth an officer: Carrie this mad knaue to
 the Iaile: father Baptista, I charge you see that hee be
 forth comming
 
    Vinc. Carrie me to the Iaile?
   Gre. Staie officer, he shall not go to prison
 
    Bap. Talke not signior Gremio: I saie he shall goe to
 prison
 
    Gre. Take heede signior Baptista, least you be conicatcht
 in this businesse: I dare sweare this is the right
 Vincentio
 
    Ped. Sweare if thou dar'st
 
    Gre. Naie, I dare not sweare it
 
    Tran. Then thou wert best saie that I am not Lucentio
 
    Gre. Yes, I know thee to be signior Lucentio
 
    Bap. Awaie with the dotard, to the Iaile with him.
 Enter Biondello, Lucentio and Bianeu.
 
   Vin. Thus strangers may be haild and abusd: oh monstrous
 villaine
 
    Bion. Oh we are spoil'd, and yonder he is, denie him,
 forsweare him, or else we are all vndone.
 
 Exit Biondello, Tranio and Pedant as fast as may be.
 
   Luc. Pardon sweete father.
 
 Kneele.
 
   Vin. Liues my sweete sonne?
   Bian. Pardon deere father
 
    Bap. How hast thou offended, where is Lucentio?
   Luc. Here's Lucentio, right sonne to the right Vincentio,
 That haue by marriage made thy daughter mine,
 While counterfeit supposes bleer'd thine eine
 
    Gre. Here's packing with a witnesse to deceiue vs all
 
    Vin. Where is that damned villaine Tranio,
 That fac'd and braued me in this matter so?
   Bap. Why, tell me is not this my Cambio?
   Bian. Cambio is chang'd into Lucentio
 
    Luc. Loue wrought these miracles. Biancas loue
 Made me exchange my state with Tranio,
 While he did beare my countenance in the towne,
 And happilie I haue arriued at the last
 Vnto the wished hauen of my blisse:
 What Tranio did, my selfe enforst him to;
 Then pardon him sweete Father for my sake
 
    Vin. Ile slit the villaines nose that would haue sent
 me to the Iaile
 
    Bap. But doe you heare sir, haue you married my
 daughter without asking my good will?
   Vin. Feare not Baptista, we will content you, goe to:
 but I will in to be reueng'd for this villanie.
 Enter.
 
   Bap. And I to sound the depth of this knauerie.
 Enter.
 
   Luc. Looke not pale Bianca, thy father will not frown.
 
 Exeunt.
 
   Gre. My cake is dough, but Ile in among the rest,
 Out of hope of all, but my share of the feast
 
    Kate. Husband let's follow, to see the end of this adoe
 
    Petr. First kisse me Kate, and we will
 
    Kate. What in the midst of the streete?
   Petr. What art thou asham'd of me?
   Kate. No sir, God forbid, but asham'd to kisse
 
    Petr. Why then let's home againe: Come Sirra let's
 awaie
 
    Kate. Nay, I will giue thee a kisse, now praie thee
 Loue staie
 
    Petr. Is not this well? come my sweete Kate.
 Better once then neuer, for neuer to late.
 
 Exeunt.
 
 
 Actus Quintus.
 
 Enter Baptista, Vincentio, Gremio, the Pedant, Lucentio, and
 Bianca.
 Tranio, Biondello Grumio, and Widdow: The Seruingmen with
 Tranio bringing
 in a Banquet.
 
   Luc. At last, though long, our iarring notes agree,
 And time it is when raging warre is come,
 To smile at scapes and perils ouerblowne:
 My faire Bianca bid my father welcome,
 While I with selfesame kindnesse welcome thine:
 Brother Petruchio, sister Katerina,
 And thou Hortentio with thy louing Widdow:
 Feast with the best, and welcome to my house,
 My Banket is to close our stomakes vp
 After our great good cheere: praie you sit downe,
 For now we sit to chat as well as eate
 
    Petr. Nothing but sit and sit, and eate and eate
 
    Bap. Padua affords this kindnesse, sonne Petruchio
 
    Petr. Padua affords nothing but what is kinde
 
    Hor. For both our sakes I would that word were true
 
    Pet. Now for my life Hortentio feares his Widow
 
    Wid. Then neuer trust me if I be affeard
 
    Petr. You are verie sencible, and yet you misse my
 sence:
 I meane Hortentio is afeard of you
 
    Wid. He that is giddie thinks the world turns round
 
    Petr. Roundlie replied
 
    Kat. Mistris, how meane you that?
   Wid. Thus I conceiue by him
 
    Petr. Conceiues by me, how likes Hortentio that?
   Hor. My Widdow saies, thus she conceiues her tale
 
    Petr. Verie well mended: kisse him for that good
 Widdow
 
    Kat. He that is giddie thinkes the world turnes round,
 I praie you tell me what you meant by that
 
    Wid. Your housband being troubled with a shrew,
 Measures my husbands sorrow by his woe:
 And now you know my meaning
 
    Kate. A verie meane meaning
 
    Wid. Right, I meane you
 
    Kat. And I am meane indeede, respecting you
 
    Petr. To her Kate
 
    Hor. To her Widdow
 
    Petr. A hundred marks, my Kate does put her down
 
    Hor. That's my office
   Petr. Spoke like an Officer: ha to the lad.
 
 Drinkes to Hortentio.
 
   Bap. How likes Gremio these quicke witted folkes?
   Gre. Beleeue me sir, they But together well
 
    Bian. Head, and but an hastie witted bodie,
 Would say your Head and But were head and horne
 
    Vin. I Mistris Bride, hath that awakened you?
   Bian. I, but not frighted me, therefore Ile sleepe againe
 
    Petr. Nay that you shall not since you haue begun:
 Haue at you for a better iest or too
 
    Bian. Am I your Bird, I meane to shift my bush,
 And then pursue me as you draw your Bow.
 You are welcome all.
 
 Exit Bianca.
 
   Petr. She hath preuented me, here signior Tranio,
 This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not,
 Therefore a health to all that shot and mist
 
    Tri. Oh sir, Lucentio slipt me like his Gray-hound,
 Which runs himselfe, and catches for his Master
 
    Petr. A good swift simile, but something currish
 
    Tra. 'Tis well sir that you hunted for your selfe:
 'Tis thought your Deere does hold you at a baie
 
    Bap. Oh, oh Petruchio, Tranio hits you now
 
    Luc. I thanke thee for that gird good Tranio
 
    Hor. Confesse, confesse, hath he not hit you here?
   Petr. A has a little gald me I confesse:
 And as the Iest did glaunce awaie from me,
 'Tis ten to one it maim'd you too out right
 
    Bap. Now in good sadnesse sonne Petruchio,
 I thinke thou hast the veriest shrew of all
 
    Petr. Well, I say no: and therefore sir assurance,
 Let's each one send vnto his wife,
 And he whose wife is most obedient,
 To come at first when he doth send for her,
 Shall win the wager which we will propose
 
    Hort. Content, what's the wager?
   Luc. Twentie crownes
 
    Petr. Twentie crownes,
 Ile venture so much of my Hawke or Hound,
 But twentie times so much vpon my Wife
 
    Luc. A hundred then
 
    Hor. Content
 
    Petr. A match, 'tis done
 
    Hor. Who shall begin?
   Luc. That will I.
 Goe Biondello, bid your Mistris come to me
 
    Bio. I goe.
 Enter.
 
   Bap. Sonne, Ile be your halfe, Bianca comes
 
    Luc. Ile haue no halues: Ile beare it all my selfe.
 Enter Biondello.
 
 How now, what newes?
   Bio. Sir, my Mistris sends you word
 That she is busie, and she cannot come
 
    Petr. How? she's busie, and she cannot come: is that
 an answere?
   Gre. I, and a kinde one too:
 Praie God sir your wife send you not a worse
 
    Petr. I hope better
 
    Hor. Sirra Biondello, goe and intreate my wife to
 come to me forthwith.
 
 Exit. Bion.
 
   Pet. Oh ho, intreate her, nay then shee must needes
 come
 
    Hor. I am affraid sir, doe what you can
 Enter Biondello.
 
 Yours will not be entreated: Now, where's my wife?
   Bion. She saies you haue some goodly Iest in hand,
 She will not come: she bids you come to her
 
    Petr. Worse and worse, she will not come:
 Oh vilde, intollerable, not to be indur'd:
 Sirra Grumio, goe to your Mistris,
 Say I command her come to me.
 Enter.
 
   Hor. I know her answere
 
    Pet. What?
   Hor. She will not
 
    Petr. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end.
 Enter Katerina.
 
   Bap. Now by my hollidam here comes Katerina
 
    Kat. What is your will sir, that you send for me?
   Petr. Where is your sister, and Hortensios wife?
   Kate. They sit conferring by the Parler fire
 
    Petr. Goe fetch them hither, if they denie to come,
 Swinge me them soundly forth vnto their husbands:
 Away I say, and bring them hither straight
 
    Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talke of a wonder
 
    Hor. And so it is: I wonder what it boads
 
    Petr. Marrie peace it boads, and loue, and quiet life,
 An awfull rule, and right supremicie:
 And to be short, what not, that's sweete and happie
 
    Bap. Now faire befall thee good Petruchio;
 The wager thou hast won, and I will adde
 Vnto their losses twentie thousand crownes,
 Another dowrie to another daughter,
 For she is chang'd as she had neuer bin
 
    Petr. Nay, I will win my wager better yet,
 And show more signe of her obedience,
 Her new built vertue and obedience.
 Enter Kate, Bianca, and Widdow.
 
 See where she comes, and brings your froward Wiues
 As prisoners to her womanlie perswasion:
 Katerine, that Cap of yours becomes you not,
 Off with that bable, throw it vnderfoote
 
    Wid. Lord let me neuer haue a cause to sigh,
 Till I be brought to such a sillie passe
 
    Bian. Fie what a foolish dutie call you this?
   Luc. I would your dutie were as foolish too:
 The wisdome of your dutie faire Bianca,
 Hath cost me fiue hundred crownes since supper time
 
    Bian. The more foole you for laying on my dutie
 
    Pet. Katherine I charge thee tell these head-strong
 women, what dutie they doe owe their Lords and husbands
 
    Wid. Come, come, your mocking: we will haue 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
 
    Kate. Fie, fie, vnknit that threatning vnkinde brow,
 And dart not scornefull glances from those eies,
 To wound thy Lord, thy King, thy Gouernour.
 It blots thy beautie, as frosts doe bite the Meads,
 Confounds thy fame, as whirlewinds shake faire budds,
 And in no sence is meete or amiable.
 A woman mou'd, is like a fountaine troubled,
 Muddie, ill seeming, thicke, bereft of beautie,
 And while it is so, none so dry or thirstie
 Will daigne to sip, or touch one drop of it.
 Thy husband is thy Lord, thy life, thy keeper,
 Thy head, thy soueraigne: One that cares for thee,
 And for thy maintenance. Commits his body
 To painfull labour, both by sea and land:
 To watch the night in stormes, the day in cold,
 Whil'st thou ly'st warme at home, secure and safe,
 And craues no other tribute at thy hands,
 But loue, faire lookes, and true obedience;
 Too little payment for so great a debt.
 Such dutie as the subiect owes the Prince,
 Euen such a woman oweth to her husband:
 And when she is froward, peeuish, sullen, sowre,
 And not obedient to his honest will,
 What is she but a foule contending Rebell,
 And gracelesse Traitor to her louing Lord?
 I am asham'd that women are so simple,
 To offer warre, where they should kneele for peace:
 Or seeke for rule, supremacie, and sway,
 When they are bound to serue, loue, and obay.
 Why are our bodies soft, and weake, and smooth,
 Vnapt to toyle and trouble in the world,
 But that our soft conditions, and our harts,
 Should well agree with our externall parts?
 Come, come, you froward and vnable wormes,
 My minde hath bin as bigge as one of yours,
 My heart as great, my reason haplie more,
 To bandie word for word, and frowne for frowne;
 But now I see our Launces are but strawes:
 Our strength as weake, our weakenesse past compare,
 That seeming to be most, which we indeed least are.
 Then vale your stomackes, for it is no boote,
 And place your hands below your husbands foote:
 In token of which dutie, if he please,
 My hand is readie, may it do him ease
 
    Pet. Why there's a wench: Come on, and kisse mee
 Kate
 
    Luc. Well go thy waies olde Lad for thou shalt ha't
 
    Vin. Tis a good hearing, when children are toward
 
    Luc. But a harsh hearing, when women are froward,
   Pet. Come Kate, wee'le to bed,
 We three are married, but you two are sped.
 'Twas I wonne the wager, though you hit the white,
 And being a winner, God giue you good night.
 
 Exit Petruchio
 
   Horten. Now goe thy wayes, thou hast tam'd a curst
 Shrow
 
    Luc. Tis a wonder, by your leaue, she wil be tam'd so.
 
 FINIS. THE Taming of the Shrew.
 
 

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