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Taming of the Shrew 
 
 A COMEDY BY WILLIAM SHAKSPERE 
 
 As Arranged by Augustin Daly 
 
 First Produced at Daly's Theatre January 18 1887 receiving 
 
 its One Hundredth Representation April 13 1887 
 
 and here Printed from the Prompter's Copy 
 
 WITH AN INTRODUCTION BY WILLIAM WINTER 
 
 Centenary Bfcition 
 
 PRIVATELY PRINTED FOR MR DALY 
 
 NEW YORK 
 
 1887. 
 
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 Copyright, 1887. 
 By AUGUSTIN DALY.^ 
 
INTRODUCTION 
 
 THE TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 A PLAY entitled " The Taming of a Shrew" was published in London 
 in 1594. It had been for some time extant and had been " sundry- 
 times " acted by the players who were in the service of the Earl of Pem- 
 broke. The authorship of it is unknown ; but Charles Knight ascribes it 
 to Robert Greene (1 561-1592) — that dissolute genius, who is now chiefly- 
 remembered as the detractor of Shakespeare, and as the first English poet 
 that ever wrote for bread. The German commentator Tieck supposes it 
 to be a juvenile production by Shakespeare himself ; but this is a dubious 
 theory. It is certain, however, that Shakespeare was acquainted with 
 this piece, and it is believed that in writing " The Taming of the Shrew " 
 he either co-labored with another dramatist to make a new version of the 
 older play, or else that he augmented and embellished a new version of 
 it which had already been made by another hand. This is a kind of work 
 to which, beyond doubt, he condescended in the earlier part of his career. 
 In 1594 he was thirty years old, and he had been about eight years in 
 London theatrical life. Edward Dowden thinks that Shakespeare's por- 
 tion of this task was performed in 1597. "The Taming of the Shrew" 
 was acted, by his own company, at the Blackfriars Theatre, at the theatre 
 at Newington Butts — which Shakespeare's players occupied while the 
 Globe Theatre was being built — and finally at the Globe itself. He never 
 claimed it, however, as one of his works, and it was not published until 
 after his death. It first appeared in the Folio of 1623. 
 
 Keightley describes " The Taming of the Shrew" as " a rifacimento 
 of an anonymous play," and expresses the opinion that its style " proves 
 it to belong to Shakespeare's early period." Collier maintains that 
 " Shakespeare had little to do with any of the scenes in which Katherine 
 
INTRODUCTION. 
 
 and Petruchio are not engaged." Dr. Johnson, in comparing the Shake- 
 spearean play with its predecessor, remarks that " the quarrel in the 
 choice of dresses is precisely the same ; many of the ideas are preserved 
 without alteration ; the faults found with the cap, the gown, the compassed 
 cape, the trunk sleeves, and the balderdash about taking up the gown, 
 have been copied, as well as the scene in which Petruchio makes Katherine 
 call the sun the moon. The joke of addressing an elderly gentleman as a 
 ' young budding virgin, fair and fresh and sweet,' belongs also to the 
 old drama ; but in this instance it is remarkable that, while the leading 
 idea is adopted, the mode of expressing it is quite different." 
 
 Richard Grant White says : " The plot, the personages, and the 
 scheme of the Induction are taken from the old play, which, however, is 
 as dull as this is in most points spirited and interesting. In [this play] 
 three hands at least are traceable ; that of the author of the old play, that 
 of Shakespeare himself, and that of a co-laborer. The first appears in 
 the structure of the plot and in the incidents and the dialogue of most of 
 the minor scenes : to the last must be assigned the greater part of the love 
 business between Bianca and her two suitors ; while to Shakespeare him- 
 self belong the strong, clear characterization, the delicious humor, and the 
 rich verbal coloring of the recast Induction, and all the scenes in which 
 Katherine, Petruchio, and Grumio are prominent figures, together with 
 the general effect produced by scattering lines and words and phrases here 
 and there, and removing others elsewhere, throughout the play." 
 
 It is evident from these testimonies that, whether Shakespeare recast 
 and rewrote his own work — as Tieck supposes, and as undoubtedly he did in 
 the case of ' ' Hamlet " — or whether he furbished up the work of somebody 
 else, the comedy of " The Taming of the Shrew " that stands in his name 
 is largely indebted, for structure, to its predecessor on the same subject. 
 Both plays, it should be added, owe their plot to an ancient source. The 
 scheme of the " Induction" — a feature common to both — is found as an 
 old historic fact in " The Arabian Nights," in the tale of " The Sleeper 
 Awakened." Shakespeare did not know that work ; but this tale of im- 
 posture — said to have been practised upon Abu-1-Hassan, " the wag," by 
 the Khaleefeh Er-Rasheed — originating in remote oriental literature, and 
 repeated in various forms, may have been current long before his time. 
 In that narrative Abu-1- Hassan is deluded into the idea that he is the 
 Prince of the Faithful, and, as that potentate, he commands that much 
 gold shall be sent to Hassan's mother, and that punishment shall be in- 
 flicted upon certain persons by whom Hassan has been persecuted. 
 
 A variation of this theme occurs in Goulart's " Admirable and Memo- 
 rable Histories," translated into English by E. Grimestone, in 1607. In 
 this it is related that Philip, Duke of Burgundy, called " the Good," 
 found a drunken man asleep in the street, at Brussels, caused him to be 
 conveyed to the palace, bathed and dressed, entertained by the perform- 
 
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INTRODUCTION. 
 
 ance of " a pleasant comedy," and at last, once more stupefied with wine, 
 arrayed in ragged garments, and deposited where he had been discovered, 
 there to awake, and to believe himself the sport of a dream. Malone, by 
 whom the narrative was quoted from Goulart, thinks that it had appeared 
 in English prior to the old play of " The Taming of a Shrew," and conse- 
 quently was known to Shakespeare. 
 
 Another source of his material is Ariosto. In 1587 were published the 
 collected works of George Gascoigne. Among these is a prose comedy 
 called " The Supposes" — a translation of Ariosto's " I suppositi," in which 
 occur the names of Petrucio and Licio, and from which, doubtless, Shake- 
 speare borrowed the amusing incident of The Pedant personating Vin- 
 centio. Gascoigne, it will be remembered, is the old poet to whom Sir 
 Walter Scott was indebted, when he wrote his magnificent novel of 
 " Kenil worth " — so superb in pageantry, so strong and various in charac- 
 ter, so deep and rich in passion, and so fluent in style and narrative power 
 — for description of the revels with which Leicester entertained Queen 
 Elizabeth in 1575. 
 
 In versification the acknowledged Shakespearean comedy is much 
 superior to the older piece. " The Induction " contains passages of 
 felicitous fluency, phrases of delightful aptness, that crystalline lucidity of 
 statement which is characteristic of Shakespeare, and a rich vein of 
 humor. The adverse opinion of Payne Collier is entitled to all respect ; 
 but, surely, those speeches uttered by the Lord have the unmistakable . 
 Shakespearean ring ! The character of Christopher Sly likewise is con- 
 ceived and drawn in precisely the vein of Shakespeare's usual English 
 peasants. Hazlitt justly likens him to Sancho Panza. The Warwickshire 
 allusions are also significant — though Greene as well as Shakespeare was 
 a Warwickshire man ; but some of the references are peculiar to the 
 second comedy, and they inevitably suggest the same hand that wrote 
 " The Merry Wives of Windsor." " Burton Heath" is, doubtless, Bar- 
 ton-on-the-Heath, a village situated about two miles from Long Compton, 
 on the great main road from Oxford to Stratford. Knight, citing Dugdale, 
 points out that in Domesday-Book the name of this village is written 
 " Bertone." Shakespeare's own beautiful native shire — as his works 
 abundantly. show — was constantly in his mind when he wrote. It is from 
 the region round about Stratford-upon-Avon that he habitually derives his 
 climate, his foliage, his flowers, his sylvan atmosphere, and his romantic 
 and always effective correspondence between nature's environment and the 
 characters and deeds of humanity. Only Sir Walter Scott, Wilkie Col- 
 lins, and Thomas Hardy, since his time, have rivalled him in this latter 
 felicity of literature ; and only George Eliot and Thomas Hardy have 
 drawn such English peasants as his. "Ask Marian Hackett, the fat ale- 
 wife of Wincot," is another of the Warwickshire allusions ; Wincot doubt- 
 less meaning Wilmecote — which Malone says was called Wyncote — where 
 
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INTRODUCTION. 
 
 lived Mary Arden, the mother of Shakespeare, in a house still standing, a 
 venerable, weather-beaten, gabled structure, in the parish of Aston Cant- 
 low, about four miles from Stratford. 
 
 The version of " The Taming of the Shrew," which for many years has 
 been used on the stage, in one form or another, is the version, in three 
 acts, that was made by Garrick, produced at Drury Lane, and published 
 in 1756, under the name of " Katherine and Pe'truchio." That version 
 omits several scenes, transposes other parts of the original, and converts 
 the comedy into an efficient farce. An alteration of Garrick's piece, made 
 and long used by Edwin Booth, who still frequently acts Petruchio, was 
 published in 1878, with a Preface and Notes by the writer of this sketch. 
 Booth's version is in two acts, and it has been adopted by several other 
 actors, of late years. Neither the Garrick nor the Booth book of this play 
 includes " The Induction " or the under-plot relative to the love of Horten- 
 sio and Bianca. It seems strange that such wealth of dramatic substance 
 and opportunity should have been neglected. But so it is : and from the 
 beginning of American stage history until the time of Mr. Daly's present 
 revival of it, the comedy of " The Taming of the Shrew" has never been 
 presented here as Shakespeare wrote it. That exquisite actress, Marie 
 Seebach, when she visited America, in 1870, produced it here, in the Ger- 
 man language, under the name of " Die Widerspenstige," in a four-act 
 version, a little cut and changed ; but this did not include the Induction. 
 
 On the English stage this comedy has been the parent of several popu- 
 lar plays. Aside from its rattling fun the subject itself seems to possess 
 a particular interest for the average Briton — one of whose chief articles of 
 faith is the subordination of woman to man. Long ago it became a settled 
 principle of the common law of England that a man may beat his wife with 
 a stick not thicker than his thumb, which, as the English thumb goes, 
 would be a stick of considerable thickness. The ' ' Ducking Stool " — a chair 
 affixed to the end of a beam which rested on a pivot, and so arranged that 
 the culprit, bound into it, could be repeatedly soused in a pond or river — 
 was used in that country, to punish a scolding woman, as late as 1809. 
 John Taylor, the water-poet, counted sixty whipping-posts within one mile 
 of London, prior to 1630, and it was not till 1791 that the whipping of fe- 
 male vagrants was forbidden by statute. The " Brank," a peculiar and 
 cruel kind of gag, formerly in common use, has been employed to punish 
 a certain sort of women within the memory of persons still alive. Thack- 
 eray's well-known caustic ballad of " Damages Two Hundred Pounds" 
 affords an instructive glimpse of the view that is taken now, by British law, 
 of British masculine severity toward women. It is not meant that the gen- 
 tlemen of England are tyrannical and cruel in their treatment of the women ; 
 far from it ; but that the predominance of John Bull, in any question be- 
 tween himself and Mrs. Bull, is a cardinal doctrine of the English social 
 constitution, and that plays illustrative of the application of discipline 
 
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INTRODUCTION. 
 
 to rebellious women have continually found favor with the English au- 
 dience. 
 
 " Sawney the Scot," by John Lacy, acted at Drury Lane and published 
 in 1698, is an alteration of " The Taming of the Shrew," and is not so good 
 a play ; yet it had success. Another play derived from this original is 
 " The Cobler of Preston," by Charles Johnson, a two-act farce, acted at 
 Drury Lane and published in 17 16. A piece, by Christopher Bullock, hav- 
 ing the same title, was acted at the same time at Lincoln's Inn Fields 
 Theatre. Both these seem to have been well received. John Fletcher's 
 " Rule a Wife and have a Wife " (1640) is perhaps the most notable type 
 of the popular plays of this class. In this piece Leon pretends meekness 
 and docility, in order to win Margarita, and presently becomes imperative 
 for the control of her. Garrick used to personate Leon, in an alteration 
 of the comedy attributed to his own hand. It is worthy of note that 
 Fletcher, whose views of women are always somewhat stern and severe [he 
 was the son of that Fletcher, Dean of Peterborough, who embittered the 
 last moments of Mary Stuart Queen of Scots, by his importunate religious 
 exhortations to her upon the scaffold at Fotheringay Castle], nevertheless 
 wrote a sequel to " The Taming of the Shrew," in which Petruchio reap- 
 pears, Katherine being dead, with a new wife, by whom he is henpecked 
 and subdued. This is entitled "The Woman's Prize, or the Tamer 
 Tamed," and it was printed in 1647. John Tobin's comedy of "The 
 Honeymoon" (1805), based on ideas derived from Shakespeare, Fletcher, 
 and Shirley, portrays a husband's conquest of his wife's affections by per- 
 sonal charm, irradiating manliness and firmness of character ; and this 
 piece is deservedly held in high esteem. Petruchio 's method is to meet 
 turbulence with still greater turbulence, remaining, however, entirely good- 
 natured throughout the stormiest paroxysms of violence, till at last his 
 boisterous, kindly, rough, sinewy vigor and clamorous tumult overwhelm 
 Katherine and disgust her with the exaggerated image of her own faults. 
 
 The scene of the Induction is Warwickshire ; that of the main action of 
 the comedy at Padua, and at the country-house of Petruchio — who comes 
 to Padua from Verona. The period indicated is the sixteenth century, 
 about the year 1535. The time supposed to be occupied by the action is 
 four days. The correct spelling of the hero's name is Petrucio ; the h was 
 probably introduced in order to suggest the correct pronunciation. The 
 name of Shakespeare's shrew is Katharina Minola. The Induction pre- 
 sents the only opportunity that Shakespeare's works afford for showing 
 English costume of his own time. The Italian dresses required for the 
 piece are of styles such as were contemporaneous with the poet. An actor 
 named Sincklo, who is mentioned in the quarto edition of " Henry IV.," 
 Part Second, and also in "Henry VI.," Part Third, is supposed to have 
 acted in " The Taming of the Shrew," as well as in those two histories — 
 for the inconclusive reason that a reference to him occurs in the old play : 
 
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 the line " I think 'twas Soto that your honor means " was originally given 
 to Sincklo. It has long been customary, in acting this piece, to present 
 Curtis, a serving-man in the original, as an old woman ; and to allot two 
 or three words of speech to the servants who are named by Grumio, in 
 his deprecatory speech to his master, in the arrival scene. It is neither 
 necessary, desirable, nor usual to speak upon the stage every line of a 
 Shakespearean play : but this book will serve to show that in Mr. Daly's 
 present revival of " The Taming of the Shrew" a careful and thoughtful 
 effort is made to do absolute justice to the original piece. 
 
 William Winter. 
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AN ADDITIONAL WORD. 
 
 But few of Shakspere's comedies have attained an hundredth consecu- 
 tive representation. Such pieces as have done so were rather helped to 
 that end by an unusual spectacular display in massing throngs and scenic 
 tableaux, than merely through the inherent life and strength of the play it- 
 self and the completeness of its acted parts. They were produced, in short, 
 " for a run ; " and, as in such instances as " The Tempest," " Much Ado 
 About Nothing," and the/aerie " Midsummer Night's Dream," the proper 
 outlay has frequently produced the desired result. But it has seldom hap- 
 pened that a comedy pure and simple, produced as such, and decorated 
 by only those accessories of scenery and costume which a conscientious 
 manager would give to any worthy new or standard play, has reached so 
 easily and so surely its hundredth successive representation as " The 
 Taming of the Shrew " upon the present occasion. 
 
 I am inclined to attribute this remarkable success to the contempora- 
 neous spirit of the play. It seems to have been written (as with a predic- 
 tive pen) for our own time. In its varied and contrastive plots and charac- 
 ters, and its short, crisp dialogue, and in the absence of long philosophical 
 monologues or soliloquies, it might have been constructed by a Shakspere 
 of this century who had studied the methods and requirements of the 
 modern comedy stage. The audiences which have witnessed the repre- 
 sentation seemed wrapt in interest throughout each performance ; and no 
 modern piece of the past quarter of a century has so thoroughly captured 
 the fancy of the public as this restored version of " The Shrew." People 
 have come again and again to enjoy it, and in many instances a dozen 
 visits have been made by the same parties. 
 
 As far as I have been able to ascertain, " The Taming of the Shrew" 
 had never until now been acted in this country in its entirety, or with its 
 very quaint " Induction." 
 
 In the year 1754, when Garrick was adapting, refitting, and rearrang- 
 ing many of Shakspere's works to suit the demands of his audiences or 
 the needs of the stage of his own time, he reduced " The Taming of the 
 Shrew " from its original form to the proportions of a three-act farce. 
 He also renamed the comedy " Katherine and Petruchio." The date 
 of the original production of this emasculated play was March 18, 1754, 
 
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AN ADDITIONAL WORD. 
 
 and in that shape the piece has been kept alive ever since by tragic stars 
 who desired to show their versatility — or it has been played at the farce 
 end of benefit entertainments, and when <c double bills " were necessary 
 to attract an otherwise reluctant public. 
 
 Under its original title I can find no mention of the production of this 
 piece on our stage. Mr. Ireland, in his very comprehensive " Records of 
 the New York Theatres," notes several productions of '■' Catharine and 
 Petruchio," but not one of " The Taming of the Shrew ; " and, that we 
 may be certain that it was not the perfect play thus acted, we have the 
 casts of its original production in New York City, April 14, 1768, in which 
 neither Christopher Sly nor any of the other characters of the induction are 
 given ; and again at the John Street Theatre, October 4, 1785, when Hal- 
 lam played Petruchio and a Mrs. Allen Catharine, but still no Sly, no Lu- 
 centio, no Lord, no Hostess appear in the cast, which is otherwise given 
 quite complete. The next date of the production of " Catharine and Pe- 
 truchio" is November 29, 1832, when Fanny Kemble was the " Shrew " and 
 Charles Kemble her tamer. This was at the Old Park Theatre ; and since 
 then, and as " Catharine and Petruchio," Shakspere's play has been act- 
 ed, hundreds of times probably, but never in its complete form, I believe, 
 until this year of grace, 1887, when the company of Daly's Theatre made 
 effort to give life and body to Shakspere's long disused characters. 
 
 Some writers have expressed regret that Shakspere permitted his char- 
 acters in the " Induction " to slip out of sight entirely after the first act of 
 the comedy which is acted before them. In the earlier piece Sly is intro- 
 duced frequently throughout the play within the play, to utter his half- 
 drunken, half-sleepy, but thoroughly intelligent comments. And finally, 
 at the end of the whole work (in the earlier play), the Lord orders Sly 
 to be carried in his sleep back to the ale-house door, where he is dis- 
 covered by the Tapster, who wakens him, and the dialogue goes on be- 
 tween them to finish the play — as the following extract from the edition of 
 1 594 will show : 
 
 Then enter Two, bearing Slie in his own apparel againe, and leaves him where they 
 found him, and then goes out, then enters the TAPSTER. 
 
 Tapster. Now that the darksome night is overpast 
 And dawning day appears in crystall skie, 
 Now must I haste abroade ; but softe ! who's this ? 
 What, Slie ? Oh ! wondrous ! hath he laine heere all night ? 
 I'll wake him ; I think he's starved by this, 
 But that his belly was stufft with ale : 
 What now, Slie ? awake for shame. 
 
 Slie. [Awaking.} Sim, give's more wine. What, all the players gone ? Am I 
 not a lord ? 
 
 Tap. A lord, with a murrain ? Come, art thou drunk still ? 
 
 €Ke. Who's this? Tapster? Oh, I have had the bravest dream that ever thou 
 heard'st in all thy life. 
 
AN ADDITIONAL WORD. 
 
 Tap. Yea, marry, but thou hadst best get thee home, for your wife will curse you 
 for dreaming heere all night. 
 
 Slie. Will she ? I know how to tame a shrew ; I dreamt upon it all this night, and 
 thou hast wak'd me out of the best dream that ever I had : but I'll to my wife and 
 tame her too, if she anger me. 
 
 In the theatres of Shakspere's day, when a play was played within a 
 play, the characters who were presented as witnessing the mimic piece were 
 brought on in the gallery which was at the back of the stage, at some 
 height above the actors' platform ; thus, while carrying out the drama- 
 tist's idea, the mimic audience could not interrupt the view or the enjoy- 
 ment of the real audience, as their presence was only obtruded when their 
 comments upon the passing performance were to be uttered. In our day, 
 when the two sets of characters have to mingle on the same level, it 
 would be very confusing, and almost destructive of the pleasure of the real 
 audience in the real play, to continue the actual presence of a set of un- 
 necessary characters on the scene. Hence Sly and his companions are 
 very properly dropped before they become tiresome. 
 
 In the Garrick condensation of Shakspere's play nearly every actor and 
 actress of note within the past century has appeared — from Woodward, 
 who was the original of the Garrick version, supported by Mrs. Pritchard 
 as Katharine, and later by Kitty Clive ; and Kemble and Elliston, mating 
 with Mrs. Siddons and Mrs. C. Kemble — to more recent days when Mac- 
 ready and Irving, and Helen Faucet and Ellen Terry have played the two 
 parts, and later upon our own stage, when Fanny Davenport and Clara 
 Morris have been seen as " Kate the Curst j " the former once playing 
 Katherine to the Petruchio of Edwin Booth. In the present production 
 of this comedy Miss Rehan and Mr. Drew and the other members of the 
 company of Daly's Theatre may be said to be the creators on the Ameri- 
 can stage of every part in the restored comedy. The performers in the 
 induction are undoubtedly entitled to the credit of first representing their 
 characters in this country. 
 
 I need not point out nor excuse the few excisions and transpositions ot 
 text which I have considered necessary, in order to bring Shakspere's 
 work within the playing requirements of our day. I believe they have 
 been found justified in every instance, by the result. 
 
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TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 THE INDUCTION. 
 
 Scene I. — Before an ale-house on a heath. The Hostess pushes 
 Sly forth from the door, R. C. Horns are heard in the 
 distance. 
 
 Host. A pair of stocks, you rogue. 
 
 Sly. Y' are a baggage ; the Slys are no rogues : look in the 
 chronicles, we came in with Richard Conqueror. 
 
 Host. You will not pay for the glasses you have burst ? 
 
 Sly. No, not a denier : — go to thy cold bed and warm 
 thee. 
 
 Host. I know my remedy, I must go fetch the third- 
 borough. [Exit into house. 
 
 Sly. Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll answer him by 
 law. I'll not budge an inch. 
 
 [Lies down on the ground and falls asleep. 
 
 Horns are heard nearer. Enter a Lord from hunting, with 
 his Train. 
 
 Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds : 
 Brach Merriman, — the poor cur is emboss'd ; 
 I would not lose the dog for twenty pound. 
 But sup them well, and look unto them all ; 
 To-morrow I intend to hunt again. 
 
 Hun. I will, my lord. 
 
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TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 Lord. What's here ? one dead, or drunk ? see, doth he 
 breathe ? [Sly snores loudly. 
 
 Hun. He breathes, my lord : were he not warm'd with 
 ale, 
 This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly. 
 
 Lord. monstrous beast ; how like a swine he lies ! 
 Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine image ! 
 Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man ; 
 What think you, if he were convey'd to bed, 
 Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers, 
 A most delicious banquet by his bed, 
 And brave attendants near him when he wakes, 
 Would not the beggar then forget himself? 
 
 I Hun. Believe me, lord, it would seem strange unto him 
 when he wak'd. 
 
 Lord. Even as a flattering dream, or worthless fancy. 
 Then take him up, and manage well the jest : — 
 Carry him gently to my fairest chamber, 
 Balm his foul head in warm distilled waters, 
 And burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet : 
 Procure me music ready when he wakes, 
 To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound ; 
 And if he chance to speak, be ready straight, 
 And, with a low submissive reverence, 
 Say, — What is it your honor will command ? 
 Some one be ready with a costly suit, 
 And ask him what apparel he will wear ; 
 Another tell him of his hounds and horse, 
 And that his lady mourns at his disease : 
 Persuade him that he hath been lunatic ; 
 And, when he says he is, say, that he dreams, 
 For he is nothing but a mighty lord. 
 This do, and do it kindly, gentle sirs; 
 It will be pastime passing excellent, 
 If it be husbanded with modesty. 
 
 I Hun. My lord, I warrant you, we'll play our part, 
 As he shall think, by our true diligence, 
 He is no less than what we say he is. 
 
 
 
TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 Lord. Take him up gently and to bed with him ; 
 And each one to his office, when he wakes. 
 
 [Some bear out Sly. A trumpet sounds. 
 Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds : 
 
 [Exit the Huntsman, l. 
 Belike, some noble gentleman, that means, 
 Travelling some journey, to repose him here. 
 
 Re-enter the HUNTSMAN. 
 
 How now ? who is it ? 
 
 Hun. An 't please your honor, players, 
 
 That offer service to your lordship. 
 
 Lord. Bid them come near. 
 
 [Huntsman beckons off, and then crosses to R. 
 
 Enter the Players. 
 
 Now, fellows, you are welcome. 
 
 1 Play. We thank your honor. 
 
 Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to-night ? 
 
 2 Play. So please your lordship to accept our duty. 
 Lord. With all my heart. This fellow I remember, 
 
 [Crosses to the Player. 
 Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son ; — 
 'Twas where you woo'd the gentlewoman so well : 
 I have forgot your name ; but, sure, that part 
 Was aptly fitted, and naturally perform'd. 
 
 i Play. I think, 'twas Soto that your honor means. 
 
 Lord. Tis very true ; — thou didst it excellent. — 
 Well, you are come to me in happy time ; 
 The rather for I have some sport in hand, 
 Wherein your cunning can assist me much. 
 There is a lord will hear you play to-night : 
 But I am doubtful of your modesties ; 
 Lest, over-eyeing of his odd behavior, 
 (For yet his honor never heard a play,) 
 You break into some merry passion, 
 And so offend him ; for I tell you, sirs, 
 If you should smile, he grows impatient. 
 
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TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 I Play. Fear not, my lord ; we can contain ourselves, 
 Were he the veriest antic in the world. [All bow in assent. 
 
 Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery, 
 And give them friendly welcome every one : 
 Let them want nothing that my house affords. — 
 
 [Exeunt Huntsman and Players, r. 
 Sirrah, go you to Bartholomew, my page. 
 
 [To another, L. 
 And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady : 
 That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamber, 
 And tell him from me, as he will win my love, 
 He bear himself with honorable action, 
 Such as he hath observ'd in noble ladies 
 Unto their lords, by them accomplished : 
 Such duty to the drunkard let him do, 
 With soft low tongue, and lowly courtesy ; 
 Bid him shed tears, as being overjoy'd, 
 To see her noble lord restor'd to health, 
 And if the boy have not a woman's gift, 
 To rain a shower of commanded tears, 
 An onion will do well for such a shift ; 
 Which in a napkin being close conveyed, 
 Shall in despite enforce a watery eye. 
 See this despatch'd with all the haste thou canst ; 
 Anon I'll give thee more instructions. 
 
 [Exit Huntsman, l. 
 I know the boy will well usurp the grace, 
 Voice, gait, and action of a gentlewoman : 
 I long to hear him call the drunkard, husband ; 
 And how my men will stay themselves from laughter, 
 When they do homage to this simple peasant. 
 I'll in to counsel them : haply, my presence 
 May well abate the over-merry spleen, 
 
 Which otherwise would grow into extremes. [Exeunt, R. 
 
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TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 Scene 2. — A bedchamber in the Lord's house. 
 
 Sly is discovered in a rich gown with ATTENDANTS ; some 
 with apparel, one with basin, ewer, and other appurte- 
 nances, all bowing lowly. 
 
 Sly. [Awaking.'] For Love's sake, a pot of small ale. 
 
 1 Serv. Will 't please your lordship drink a cup of sack ? 
 
 2 Serv. Will 't please your honor taste of these conserves ? 
 Serv. What raiment will your honor wear to-day ? 
 
 Sly. I am Christophero Sly; call not me honor, nor lord- 
 skip : I ne'er drank sack in my life ; and if you give me any 
 conserves, give me conserves of beef : ne'er ask me what rai- 
 ment I'll wear ; for I have no more doublets than backs, no 
 more stockings than legs, nor no more shoes than feet ; nay, 
 sometime, more feet than shoes, or such shoes as my toes look 
 through the over-leather. 
 
 Hun. Heaven cease this idle humor in your honor ! {Ap- 
 proaching bed.] 
 O, that a mighty man of such descent, 
 Of such possessions, and so high esteem, 
 Should be infused with so foul a spirit ! 
 
 Sly. What! would you make me mad? \_The LORD 
 enters, disguised as a servant.] Am not I Christopher 
 Sly, old Sly's son, of Burton-heath ; by birth a pedlar, by ed- 
 ucation a cardmaker, and now by present profession a tinker ? 
 Ask Marian Hacket, the fat ale-wife of Wincot, if she know me 
 not : if she say I am not fourteen pence on the score for sheer 
 ale, score me up for the lyingest knave in Christendom. 
 What ! I am not bestraught : here's 
 
 Hun. O, this it is that makes your lady mourn. 
 
 Lord. Hence comes it that your kindred shuns your house, 
 As beaten hence by your strange lunacy. 
 O, noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth, 
 Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment, 
 And banish hence these abject lowly dreams. 
 
 [Servants approach bed. 
 Look how thy servants do attend on thee, 
 
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TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 Each in his office ready at thy beck. 
 
 Wilt thou have music ? hark ! Apollo plays, 
 
 And twenty caged nightingales do sing : 
 
 [The music of lutes is heard outside and several voices 
 sing : 
 
 Say that he frown, 
 
 We will his care beguile : 
 Say he be mute — 
 We'll answer with our lute ! etc.~\ 
 
 Lord. Say thou wilt walk : we will bestrew the ground : 
 Or wilt thou ride ? thy horses shall be trapp'd, 
 Their harness studded all with gold and pearl. 
 Dost thou love hawking ? thou hast hawks will soar 
 Above the morning lark : or wilt thou hunt ? 
 Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them, 
 And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth, 
 Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord : [All bow to SLY.] 
 Thou hast a lady far more beautiful 
 Than any woman in this waning age. 
 
 Hun. And, till the tears that she hath shed for thee, 
 Like envious floods o'er- run her lovely face, 
 She was the fairest creature in the world ; 
 And yet she is inferior to none. 
 
 Sly. Am I a lord ? and have I such a lady ? 
 Or do I dream, or have I dream'd till now ? 
 I do not sleep : I see, I hear, I speak ; 
 I smell sweet savours, and I feel soft things : — 
 Upon my life, I am a lord, indeed ; 
 And not a tinker, nor Christopher Sly. — 
 Well, bring our lady hither to our sight ; 
 And, once again, a pot o' the smallest ale. 
 
 Hun. Will 't please your mightiness to wash your hands ? 
 [Servants present an ezver, basin, and napkin. 
 
 Lord. O, how we joy to see your wit restor'd ! 
 O, that once more you knew but what you are ! 
 These fifteen years you have been in a dream ; 
 Or, when you wak'd, so wak'd as if you slept. 
 
 Sly. [Drinking from the flagon which one of the men bring 
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TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 to him, zvhile others close the draperies at the back concealing 
 the bed.] These fifteen years ? by my fay, a goodly nap. 
 But did I never speak of all that time ? 
 
 Lord. O yes, my lord ; but very idle words : — 
 
 Sly. Now, Lord be thanked for my good amends ! 
 
 All. Amen. 
 
 Sly. I thank thee ; thou shalt not lose by it. 
 
 Enter the PAGE, as a lady. 
 
 Page. How fares my noble lord ? 
 
 Sly. Marry, I fare well : for here is cheer enough. [ To the 
 LORD.] Where is my wife ? 
 
 Page. Here, noble lord, what is thy will with her ? 
 
 Sly. Are you my wife, and will not call me husband ? 
 My men should call me lord ; I am your goodman. 
 
 Page. My husband and my lord, my lord and husband. 
 
 I am your wife in all obedience. [Courtesies.'] 
 
 Sly. I know it well. What must I call her? [To LORD. 
 
 Lord. Madam. 
 
 Sly. Al'ce madam, or Joan madam ? 
 
 Lord. Madam, and nothing else ; so lords call ladies. 
 
 Sly. Madam wife, they say that I have dream'd, 
 And slept above some fifteen year or more. 
 
 Page. Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me. [Falling on 
 his neck.] 
 
 Enter a Servant, who whispers to the LORD. 
 
 Lord. Your honor's players, hearing your amendment, 
 Are come to play a pleasant comedy, 
 For so your doctors hold it very meet. 
 Seeing too much sadness hath congeal'd your blood, 
 And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy ; 
 Therefore, they thought it good you hear a play, 
 And frame your mind to mirth and merriment, 
 Which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life. 
 
 Sly. Marry, I will let them play. Is it a commonty, 
 a Christmas gambol, or a tumbling-trick ? 
 
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TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 Page. No, my good lord : it is more pleasing stuff. 
 Sly. What, household stuff? 
 Lord. It is a kind of history. 
 
 Sly. Well, we'll see't : [Servants bring forward two chairs 
 and place them at the extreme L.] 
 Come, madam wife, sit by my side, 
 And let the world slip ; we shall ne'er be younger. 
 
 [He leads the PAGE to a seat at the L. He sits beside 
 her : and the Lord and others range at his side and be- 
 hind him. A flourish of trumpets is heard and the 
 curtains part, showing a public place or square. ~\ 
 
ACT I. 
 
 Scene. — Padua: A public place. 
 Enter LUCENTIO and TRANIO from the L. U. E. 
 
 Lttc. Tranio, — since for the great desire I had 
 To see fair Padua, nursery of arts, — 
 And, by my father's love and leave, am arm'd 
 With his good will, and thy good company, 
 My trusty servant, well approv'd in all ; 
 Here let us breathe, and haply institute 
 A course of learning, and ingenious studies. 
 And therefore, Tranio, for the time I- study, 
 Tell me thy mind, for I have Pisa left, 
 And am to Padua come, as he that leaves 
 A shallow plash, to plunge him in the deep, 
 And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst. 
 
 Tra. Mi per donate, gentle master mine, 
 I am in all affected as yourself ; 
 Glad that you thus continue your resolve, 
 To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy. 
 Only, good master, while we do admire 
 This virtue, and this moral discipline, 
 Let's be no stoics, nor no stocks, I pray. 
 No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en ; — 
 In brief, sir, study what you most affect. 
 
 Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou advise. 
 If Biondello were now but come ashore, 
 We could at once put us in readiness ; 
 But stay awhile ; what company is this ? 
 
 Tra. Master, some show, to welcome us to town. 
 
TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 Enter Baptista, Bianca, Gremto, and Hortensio, from the 
 house, L. LUCENTIO and Tranio stand aside, above at R. 
 
 Bap. Gentlemen, importune me no farther, 
 For how I firmly am resolv'd you know : 
 That is, not to bestow my youngest daughter, 
 Before I have a husband for the elder : 
 If either of you both love Katharina, 
 Because I know you well, and love you well, 
 Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure. 
 
 Cre. To cart her rather : she's too rough for me : 
 There, there, Hortensio, will you any wife ? 
 
 Hor. From all such devils, good Lord, deliver us! 
 
 Gre. And me too, good Lord ! 
 
 Tra. Hush, master ! here is some good pastime toward. 
 
 Luc. Peace, Tranio. 
 
 Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soon make good 
 What I have said, Bianca, get you in : [BlANCA crosses. 
 
 And let it not displease thee, good Bianca ; 
 For I will love thee ne'er the less, my girl. 
 
 Bian. Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe : 
 My books and instruments shall be my company, 
 On them to look and practise by myself. 
 
 Luc. Hark, Tranio ! thou may'st hear Minerva speak. 
 
 {Aside. 
 
 Hor. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange ? 
 Sorry am I that our good will effects 
 Bianca's grief. 
 
 Gre. Why, will you mew her, 
 
 Signior Baptista, for that other fiend of hell, 
 And make her bear the penance of her tongue ? 
 
 Bap. Gentlemen, content ye ; I am resolv'd : 
 Go in, Bianca. {Crosses to her. Exit BlANCA, house, L. 
 
 Arid, for I know she taketh most delight 
 In music, instruments, and poetry, 
 Schoolmasters will I keep within my house, 
 Fit to instruct her youth. — If you, Hortensio, 
 Or signior Gremio, you, — know any such, 
 Prefer them hither ; for to cunning men 
 
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TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 I will be very kind, and liberal 
 
 To mine own children in good bringing-up ; 
 
 And so farewell. [Exit, house, L. 
 
 Gre. [R.] Hortensio, our cake's dough on both sides. Fare- 
 well : — yet, for the love I bear my sweet Bianca, if I can by 
 any means light on a fit man to teach her that wherein she 
 delights, I will wish him to her father. 
 
 Hor. So will I, signior Gremio ; but a word, I pray. 
 Though the nature of our quarrel yet never brooked parle, 
 know now, upon advice, it toucheth us both, — that we may 
 yet again have access to our fair mistress, and be happy rivals 
 in Bianca's love, — to labor and effect one thing specially. 
 
 [LUCENTIO gazes enraptured toward BlANCA's window. 
 
 Gre. What's that, I pray ? 
 
 Hor. Marry, sir, to get a husband for her sister. 
 
 Gre. A husband ! a devil ! 
 
 Hor. I say, a husband. 
 
 Gre. I say, a devil: think'st thou, Hortensio, though her 
 father be very rich, any man is so very a fool to be married to 
 hell? 
 
 Hor. Tush ! Gremio ; though it pass your patience and 
 mine to endure her loud alarums, why, man, there be good 
 fellows in the world, an a man could light on them, would take 
 her with all faults, and money enough. 
 
 Gre. I had as lief take her dowry with this condition, — to 
 be whipped at the high-cross every morning. 
 
 Hor. 'Faith, as you say, there's small choice in rotten 
 apples ; but, come, since this bar in law makes us friends, it 
 shall be so far friendly maintained, till by helping Baptista's 
 eldest daughter to a husband, we set his youngest free for a 
 husband, and then have to 't afresh. — He that runs fastest gets 
 the ring : how say you, signior Gremio ? 
 
 Gre. \_Taking his hand.~\ I am agreed: and would I had 
 given him the best horse in Padua to begin his wooing, that 
 would thoroughly woo her, wed her, and rid the house of her. 
 Come on. [Exeunt Gremio and HORTENSIO, severally. 
 
 Tra. [Advancing. ,] I pray, sir, tell me, — is it possible 
 That love should of a sudden take such hold ? 
 
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TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 Luc. O Tranio, till I found it to be true, 
 I never thought it possible, or likely ; 
 
 ! Tranio, I burn, I pine, I perish, Tranio, 
 If I achieve not this young modest girl : 
 Counsel 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 love have touch'd you, nought remains but so, — and yet 
 You look'd so longly on the maid, 
 Perhaps you mark'd not what's the pith of all. 
 
 Luc. Tranio, I saw her coral lips to move, 
 And with her breath she did perfume the air ; 
 Sacred, and sweet, was all I saw in her. 
 
 Tra. Nay, then, 'tis time to stir him from his trance. 
 
 1 pray, awake, sir : if you love the maid, 
 Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her. 
 
 Luc. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel father has she ! 
 But art thou not advis'd he took some care, 
 To get her cunning schoolmasters to instruct her ? 
 
 Tra. Ay, marry, am I, sir ; and now, 'tis plotted. 
 
 Luc. I have it, Tranio. 
 
 Tra. Master, for my hand, 
 
 Both our inventions meet and jump in one. 
 
 Luc. Tell me thine first. 
 
 Tra. You will be schoolmaster 
 
 And undertake the teaching of the maid : 
 That's your device. 
 
 Luc. It is : may it be done ? 
 
 Tra. Not possible : for who shall bear your part, 
 And be in Padua here Vincentio's son ? 
 
 Luc. Basta ; content thee ; for I have it full. 
 We have not yet been seen in any house ; 
 Nor can we be distinguish'd by our faces, 
 For man or master : then it follows thus ; — 
 Thou shalt be master, Tranio, in my stead, 
 Keep house, and port, and servants, as I should : 
 I will some other be ; some Florentine, 
 
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TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 Some Neapolitan, or meaner man of Pisa. 
 Tis hatch'd, and shall be so : — Tranio, at once 
 Uncase thee ; take my color'd hat and cloak : 
 When Biondello comes, he waits on thee ; 
 But I will charm him first to keep his tongue. 
 
 {They exchange habits. 
 
 Tra. Sir, sith it your pleasure is 
 And I am tied to be obedient, — 
 I am content to be Lucentio, 
 Because so well I love Lucentio. 
 
 Luc. Tranio, be so, because Lucentio loves : 
 And let me be a slave, t' achieve that maid 
 Whose sudden sight hath thrall'd my wounded eye. 
 
 Enter Biondello, from l. u. e. 
 
 Here comes the rogue — Sirrah, where have you been ? 
 
 Bion. Where have I been ? nay, how now, where are 
 you ? 
 Master, has my fellow Tranio stol'n your clothes ? 
 Or you stol'n his ? or both ? Pray, what's the news ? 
 
 Luc. Sirrah, come hither ; 'tis no time to jest, 
 And therefore frame your manners to the time. 
 Your fellow Tranio here, to save my life, 
 Puts my apparel and my countenance on, 
 And I for my escape have put on his ; 
 Wait you on him, I charge you, as becomes, 
 While I make way from hence to save my life ; 
 You understand me ? 
 
 Bion. I, sir ? ne'er a whit. 
 
 Luc. And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth. 
 Use your manners discreetly in all kind of companies : 
 When he's alone, why, then he's Tranio ; 
 But in all places else, your master Lucentio. 
 Tranio, let's go : — 
 One thing more rests, that thyself 
 
 Make one among these wooers : if thou ask me why, — 
 Sufficeth, my reasons are both good and weighty. ' 
 
 {Exetmt, L. u. E.] 
 
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TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 Page. My lord, yoti nod ; you do not mind the play. 
 
 Sly. Yes, by Saint Anne, do I, a good matter, surely ; 
 comes there any more of it ? 
 
 Page. My lord, 'tis but begun. 
 
 Sly. ' Tis a very excellent piece of work, madam lady. 
 Would 'twere done / 
 
 Enter Petruchio, R.,from above. 
 
 Pet. Verona, for a while I take my leave, 
 To see my friends in Padua ; but, of all. 
 My best beloved and approved friend, 
 
 Hortensio ; and, I trow, this is his house : {Pointing R. 
 
 Here, sirrah Grumio ; [Enter Grumio.] knock, I say. 
 
 Gru. Knock, sir ! whom should I knock ? [Looking around. 
 
 Pet. Villain, I say, knock me here soundly. 
 
 Gru. Knock you here, sir ? why, sir, what am I, sir, that I 
 should knock you here, sir ? 
 
 Pet. Villain, I say, knock me at this gate, 
 And rap me well, or I'll knock your knave's pate. 
 
 \He wrings Grumio by the ears. 
 
 Gru. Help, masters, help ! my master is mad. 
 
 Pet. Now, knock when I bid you, sirrah villain ! 
 
 Enter Hortensio, from house, R. 
 
 Hor. How now ? what's the matter ? — my old friend Grumio ! 
 and my good friend Petruchio ! — how do you all at Verona ? 
 
 Pet. A senseless villain ! — good Hortensio, 
 I bade the rascal knock upon your gate, 
 And could not get him for my heart to do it. 
 
 Gru. Knock at the gate ! — O heavens ! 
 Spake you not these words plain, — Sirrah, knock me here, 
 Rap me here, knock me well, and knock me soundly ? 
 And come you now with — knocking at the gate ? 
 
 Pet. Sirrah, be gone, or talk not, I advise you. 
 
 Hor. [l.] Petruchio, patience ; I am Grumio's pledge : 
 Your ancient, trusty, pleasant servant, Grumio ! 
 And tell me now, sweet friend, — what happy gale 
 Blows you to Padua here, from old Verona ? 
 
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TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 Pet. Such wind as scatters young men through the world, 
 To seek their fortunes farther than at home, 
 Where small experience grows. But, in a few, 
 Signior Hortensio, thus it stands with me : 
 Antonio, my father, is deceas'd ; 
 And I have thrust myself into this maze, 
 Haply to wive, and thrive, as best I may : 
 Crowns in my purse I have, and goods at home, 
 And so am come abroad to see the world. 
 Few words suffice; and, therefore, if thou know 
 One rich enough to be Petruchio's wife, 
 (As wealth is burden of my wooing dance,) 
 Be she as foul as was Florentius' love, 
 As old as Sibyl, and as curst and shrew'd 
 As Socrates' Xantippe, or a worse, 
 She moves me not; or not removes, at least, 
 Affection's edge in me. 
 I come to wive it wealthily in Padua ; 
 If wealthily, then happily in Padua. 
 
 Gru. Nay, look you, sir, he tells you flatly what his mind 
 is : why, give him gold enough and marry him to a puppet, or 
 an aglet-baby ; or an old trot with ne'er a tooth in her head, 
 though she have as many diseases as two-and-fifty horses. 
 Why, nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal. 
 
 Hor. I can, Petruchio, help thee to a wife 
 With wealth enough, and young, and beauteous ; 
 Brought up as best becomes a gentlewoman : 
 Her only fault (and that is faults enough) 
 Is, — that she is intolerable curst ; 
 And shrew'd, and froward, so beyond all measure, 
 That, were my state far worser than it is, 
 I would not wed her for a mine of gold. 
 
 Pet. Hortensio, peace ; thou know'st not gold's effect : 
 Tell me her father's name, and 'tis enough ; 
 For I will woo her, though she chide as loud 
 As thunder, when the clouds in autumn crack. 
 I will not sleep, Hortensio, till I see her. 
 
 Gru. [L.] I pray you, sir, let him go while the humor lasts. 
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TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 O' my word, an she knew him as well as I do, she would think 
 scolding would do little good upon him. 
 
 Hor. Tarry, Petruchio, and I will go with thee ; 
 For in Baptista's keep my treasure is : 
 He hath the jewel of my life in hold, 
 His youngest daughter, beautiful Bianca ; 
 And her withholds from me, and other more 
 Suitors to her, for none may have access unto Bianca, 
 Till Katharine the curst have got a husband. 
 
 Gru. Katharine the curst ! 
 A title for a maid, of all titles the worst. 
 
 Hor. Now shall my friend Petruchio do me grace ; 
 And offer me, disguis'd in sober robes, 
 To old Baptista as a schoolmaster 
 Well seen in music, to instruct Bianca : 
 That so I may by this device, at least, 
 Have leave and leisure to make love to her, 
 And, unsuspected, court her by herself. 
 
 Gru. Here's knavery ! see ; to beguile the old folks, how 
 the young folks lay their heads together ! Master, master, look 
 about you. [Pointing off L. 
 
 Hor. Peace, Grumio ; it is the rival of my love : — Petruchio, 
 stand by a while. [ They retire. 
 
 Enter GREMIO ; with him LUCENTIO disguised, with books 
 under his arm, L. U. E. 
 
 Gre. O, very well : I have perus'd the note. 
 What will you read to her ? 
 
 Luc. Whate'er I read to her, I'll plead for you, 
 As for my patron, (stand you so assur'd,) 
 As firmly as yourself were still in place : 
 Yea, and perhaps with more successful words 
 Than you, unless you were a scholar, sir. 
 
 Gre. O this learning ! what a thing it is ! 
 
 Gru. [Aside. ~\ O this woodcock ! what an ass it is ! 
 
 Pet. [Aside. ~\ Peace, sirrah. 
 
 Hor. [Aside.~\ Grumio, mum ! [He advances.'] God save 
 you, signior Gremio ! 
 
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TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 Gre. And you're well met, signior Hortensio ; trow you, 
 Whither I am going ? — to Baptista Minola. 
 I promis'd to inquire carefully 
 About a schoolmaster for his daughters fair, 
 And, by good fortune, I have lighted well 
 On this young man ; for learning, and behavior, 
 Fit for her turn ; well read in poetry 
 And other books, — good ones, I warrant ye. 
 
 Hor. 'Tis well : and I have met a gentleman 
 Hath promis'd me to help me to another, 
 A fine musician to instruct our mistress ; 
 So shall I no whit be behind in duty 
 To fair Bianca, so belov'd of me. 
 
 Gre. Belov'd of me, — and that my deeds shall prove. 
 
 Hor. Gremio, 'tis now no time to vent our love ; 
 Listen to me, and if you speak me fair, 
 I'll tell you news indifferent good for either. 
 Here is a gentleman, whom by chance I met ; 
 Upon agreement from us to his liking, 
 Will undertake to woo curst Katharine ; 
 Yea, and to marry her, if her dowry please. 
 
 Gre. So said, so done, is well : — 
 Have you told him all her faults ? 
 
 Pet. I know she is an irksome, brawling scold ; 
 If that be all, I hear no harm. 
 
 Gre. O sir, if you have a stomach, to't o' Heaven's name ; 
 But, will you woo this wild cat ? 
 
 Pet. Why came I hither, but to that intent ? 
 Think you, a little din can daunt mine ears ? 
 Have I not in my time heard lions roar ? 
 Have I not heard the sea, puff'd up with winds, 
 Rage like an angry boar, chafed with sweat ? 
 Have I not heard great ordnance in the field, 
 And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies ? 
 Have I not in a pitched battle heard 
 Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang, 
 And do you tell me of a woman's tongue 
 That gives not half so great a blow to hear, 
 
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TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 As will a chestnut in a farmer's fire ? 
 Tush ! tush ! fear boys with bugs. 
 
 Gre. Hortensio, hark ! 
 This gentleman is happily arriv'd. 
 
 Hor. I promis'd, we would be contributors, 
 And bear his charge of wooing, whatsoe'er. 
 
 Gre. And so we will, provided that he win her. 
 
 Gm. [Aside.~] I would I were as sure of a good dinner. 
 
 Pet. Sir, I shall not be slack : in sign whereof, 
 Please ye we may contrive this afternoon, 
 And quaff carouses to our mistress' health ; 
 And do as adversaries do in law, — 
 Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends. 
 
 [Sly falls from his seat in a drunken sleep, as exeunt 
 actors into Hortensio's house at R.] 
 
 Curtain. 
 
ACT II. 
 
 Scene. — A room in Baptista's house.] 
 
 Enter KATHARINE in a rage, sweeping round the stage, and 
 BlANC A following her from R. 
 
 Bian. Good sister, wrong me not, nor wrong yourself, 
 To make a bondmaid and a slave of me ; 
 Or, what you will command me, will I do, 
 So well I know my duty to my elders. 
 
 Kath. \_Coming to her in a rage.] Of all thy suitors, here 
 I charge thee, tell 
 Whom thou lov'st best : see thou dissemble not. 
 
 Bian. Believe me, sister, of all the men alive, 
 I never yet beheld that special face 
 Which I could fancy more than any other. 
 
 Kath. Minion, thou liest : is't not Hortensio ? 
 
 Bian. If you affect him, sister, here I swear, 
 I'll plead for you myself, but you shall have him. 
 
 Kath. O then, belike, you fancy riches more ; 
 You will have Gremio to keep you fair. 
 
 Bian. Is it for him you do envy me so ? \Laitghs. 
 
 Nay, then, I see you do but jest. [Kath. seizes her wrist. 
 
 I prithee, sister Kate, untie my hands. 
 
 Kath. If that be jest, then all the rest was so. 
 
 [Kath. about to strike her. 
 
 Enter Baptista /™/» R. 
 
 Bap. Why, how now, dame ! 
 Bianca, stand aside ; poor girl ! she weeps : — 
 Go ply thy needle ; meddle not with her. 
 For shame, thou devilish spirit, 
 
 Why dost thou wrong her that did ne'er wrong thee ? 
 When did she cross thee with a bitter word ? 
 
 3* 
 
TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 Kath. Her silence flouts me, and I'll be revenged. 
 
 [Flies at Bianca. 
 
 Bap. {Seizes her.'] What, in my sight? — Bianca, get thee 
 in. {Exit Bianca, r. 
 
 Kath. What, will you not suffer me ? nay, now I see 
 She is your treasure, she must have a husband ; 
 I must dance barefoot on her wedding-day. 
 Talk not to me. I will go sit and weep. [Clinches her hands. 
 Till I can find occasion of revenge. {Exit KATHARINE, R. 
 
 Bap. Was ever gentleman thus griev'd as I ? 
 But who come here ? 
 
 Enter, C, GREMIO with LUCENTIO meanly habited; Petru- 
 CHIO, with HORTENSIO as a musician; and TRAmo, with 
 BlONDELLO bearing a lute and books ; from C. 
 
 Gre. Good morrow, neighbor Baptista. 
 
 Bap. Good morrow, neighbor Gremio ; Heaven save you, 
 gentlemen. {All salute. 
 
 Pet. And you, good sir ; pray, have you not a daughter 
 Call'd Katharine, fair and virtuous ? 
 
 Bap. I have a daughter, sir, call'd Katharine. 
 
 Gre. You are too blunt, go to it orderly. 
 
 Pet. You wrong me, signior Gremio ; give me leave. 
 I am a gentleman of Verona, sir, 
 That, hearing of her beauty and her wit, 
 Her affability, and bashful modesty, 
 Her wondrous qualities, and mild behavior, 
 Am bold to show myself a forward guest 
 Within your house, to make mine eye the witness 
 Of that report which I so oft have heard : 
 And, for an entrance to my entertainment, 
 I do present you with a man of mine, {Presenting HORTENSIO. 
 Cunning in music, and the mathematics, 
 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 Licio, born in Mantua. 
 
 Bap. Whence are you, sir ? what may I call your name ? 
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TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 Pet. Petruchio is my name ; Antonio's son, 
 A man well known throughout all Italy. 
 
 Bap. I know him well : you are welcome for his sake. 
 
 Gre. Saving your tale, Petruchio, I pray, 
 Let us, that are poor petitioners, speak too. 
 
 Pet. O, pardon me, signior Gremio ; I would fain be doing. 
 
 Gre. I doubt it not, sir ; but you will curse your wooing. 
 Neighbor, I freely bring to you this young scholar, [pre- 
 senting LUCENTIO] that hath been long studying at Rheims ; 
 as cunning in languages, as the other in music and mathematics : 
 his name is Cambio ; pray accept his service. 
 
 Bap. A thousand thanks, signior Gremio : welcome, good 
 Cambio. — But, gentle sir, [to Tranio] methinks, you walk like 
 a stranger : may I be so bold to know the cause of your 
 coming? 
 
 Tra. Pardon me, sir, the boldness is mine own 
 That, being a stranger in this city here, 
 Do make myself a suitor to your daughter, 
 Unto Bianca, fair, and virtuous. 
 This liberty is all that I request, — 
 That, upon knowledge of my parentage, 
 I may have welcome 'mongst the rest that woo, 
 And, toward the education of your daughters, 
 I here bestow a simple instrument, 
 And this small packet of Greek and Latin books : 
 If you accept them, then their worth is great. 
 
 Bap. Lucentio is your name ? of whence, I pray ? 
 
 Tra. Of Pisa, sir ; son to Vincentio. 
 
 Bap. A mighty man of Pisa ; by report 
 I know him well : you are very welcome, sir. 
 Holla, within ! 
 
 Enter a Servant, r. 
 Sirrah, lead 
 
 These gentlemen to my daughters ; and tell them both, 
 These are their tutors ; bid them use them well. 
 
 [Exit Servant, with Hortensto, Lucentio, and Bi- 
 
 ONDELLO. 
 We will go walk a little in the orchard, 
 
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TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 And then to dinner : you are passing welcome, 
 And so I pray you all to think yourselves. 
 
 Pet. Signior Baptista, my business asketh haste, 
 And every day I cannot come to woo. 
 You knew my father well ; and in him, me, 
 Left solely heir to all his lands and goods, 
 Which I have better'd rather than decreas'd : 
 Therefore, let specialties be drawn between us, 
 That covenants may be kept on either hand. 
 
 Bap. Ay, when the special thing is well obtain'd, 
 This is, — her love ; for that is all in all. 
 
 Pet. Why, that is nothing ; for I tell you, father, 
 I am as peremptory as she proud-minded ; 
 And where two raging fires meet together,, 
 They do consume the thing that feeds their fury : 
 Though little fire grows great with little wind, 
 Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all : 
 So I to her, and so she yields to me ; 
 For I am rough, and woo not like a babe. 
 
 Bap. Well mayst thou woo, and happy be thy speed ! 
 But be thou arm'd for some unhappy words. 
 
 Pet. Ay, to the proof; as mountains are for winds, 
 That shake not, though they blow perpetually. 
 
 [HORTENSIO cries aloud outside^ "Help! Help!" 
 
 Kath. [Outside.~] Out of the house, you scraping fool. 
 
 Pet. What noise is that ! 
 
 Bap. O, nothing ; this is nothing — 
 My daughter, Katharine, and her music-master ; 
 This is the third I've had within this month : 
 She is an enemy to harmony. 
 
 Enter HORTENSIO, with his forehead bloody, and a broken lute 
 in his hand. 
 
 Bap. How now, my friend ? why dost thou look so pale ? 
 Hor. For fear, I promise you, if I look pale. 
 Bap. What, will my daughter prove a good musician ? 
 Hor. I think, she'll sooner prove a soldier ; 
 Iron may hold with her, but never lutes. 
 
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TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 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 mistook her frets, 
 And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering : 
 When, with a most impatient devilish spirit, 
 Frets, call y oil these? quoth she : / '11 fume with them : 
 And, with that word, she struck me on the head, 
 And through the instrument my pate made way ; 
 And there I stood amazed for a while, 
 As on a pillory, looking through the lute ; 
 While she did call me, — rascal fiddler, 
 And twangling Jack : with twenty such vile terms, 
 As she had studied to misuse me so. 
 
 Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench ; 
 I love her ten times more than e'er I did : 
 O, how I long to have a grapple with her ! 
 
 Hor. I would not have another grapple with her, 
 To purchase Padua : for what is past, 
 I'm paid sufficiently : if, at your leisure, 
 You think my broken fortunes, head and lute, 
 Deserve some reparation, you know where 
 To inquire for me ; and so, good gentlemen, 
 I am your much 
 Disorder'd, broken-pated, humble servant. [Exit, C. 
 
 Bap. Signior Petruchio, will you go with us : 
 Or shall I send my daughter Kate to you. 
 
 Pet. I pray you do ; I will attend her here, — 
 
 \_Exeunt Baptista, Gremio, Tranio, 
 And woo her with some spirit when she comes. 
 Say, that she rail ; why, then I'll tell her plain 
 She sings as sweetly as a nightingale : 
 Say, that she frown ; I'll say, she looks as clear 
 As morning roses newly wash'd with dew : 
 Say, she be mute, and will not speak a word ; 
 Then I'll comment her volubility, 
 And say she uttereth piercing eloquence : 
 If she do bid me pack, I'll give her thanks 
 As though she bid me stay by her a week ; 
 
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TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 If she deny to wed, I'll crave the day 
 
 When I shall ask the banns, and when be married. 
 
 Kath. \_Outside.~\ Sir, — father, — surely 
 
 Bap. [Outside.~\ Hence, Kate ! — ne'er tell me. 
 
 Pet. 0, here she comes, — and now, Petruchio, speak. 
 
 Enter KATHARINE, R., crossing to L. 
 
 Pet. Kate in a calm ? — Maids must not be wooers, 
 Good morrow, Kate ! — for that's your name, I hear. 
 
 Kath. Well have you heard, but something hard of hearing ; 
 They call me — Katharine, that do talk of me. 
 
 Pet. You lie, in faith ; for you are call'd plain Kate, 
 And bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst ; 
 But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom, 
 Kate of Kate-Hall, my super-dainty Kate, 
 For dainties are all cates ; and therefore, Kate, 
 Take this of me, Kate of my consolation ; — 
 Hearing thy mildness prais'd in every town, 
 Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded, 
 (Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs,) 
 Myself am mov'd to woo thee for my wife. 
 
 Kath. Mov'd ! in good time : let him that mov'd you hither 
 Remove you hence : I knew you at the first, 
 You were a movable. 
 
 Pet. Why, what's a movable ? 
 
 Kath. A joint-stool. 
 
 Pet. Thou hast hit it : come, sit on me. 
 
 Kath. Asses are made to bear, and so are you. 
 
 Pet. Alas, good Kate ! I will not burthen thee : 
 For, knowing thee to be but young and light, — 
 
 Kath. Too light for such a swain as you to catch. 
 
 Pet. Come, come, you wasp, i' faith you are too angry. 
 
 Kath. If I be waspish, best beware my sting. 
 
 Pet. My remedy is then, to pluck it out. 
 
 Kath. Ay, if the fool could find it where it lies. 
 
 Pet. The fool knows where the honey lies, sweet Kate. 
 
 Kath. 'Tis not for drones to taste. 
 
 Pet. That will I try. [Offers to kiss her ; she strikes him. 
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TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 I swear I'll cuff you, if you strike again. 
 
 Nay, come, Kate, come, you must not look so sour. 
 
 Kath. I chafe you, if I tarry ; let me go. [Crosses to go. 
 
 Pet. Nay, Kate ; in sooth, you 'scape not so. [Holds her. 
 No, not a whit ; I find you passing gentle : 
 'Twas told me, you were rough, and coy, and sullen : 
 And now I find report a very liar ; [She breaks from him. 
 
 For thou art pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous, 
 But slow in speech, yet sweet as spring-time flowers. 
 Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look askance, 
 Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will ; 
 Nor hast thou pleasure to be cross in talk ; 
 
 [She walks up and down. 
 But thou with mildness entertain'st thy wooers, 
 With gentle conference, soft and affable. 
 
 Kath. This is beyond all patience ; — don't provoke me. 
 
 Pet. Why does the world report that Kate doth limp ? 
 O slanderous world ! Kate, like the hazel-twig, 
 Is straight, and slender ; and as brown in hue, 
 As hazel-nuts, and sweeter than the kernels. 
 O, let me see thee walk. [She stops.'] Walk, walk, walk. 
 
 Kath. Go, fool, and whom thou keep'st command. 
 
 [Crosses, R. 
 
 Pet. Did ever Dian so become a grove, 
 As Kate this chamber with her princely gait ? 
 O, be thou Dian, and let her be Kate ; 
 And then let Kate be chaste, and Dian sportful. 
 
 Kath. Where did you study all this goodly speech ? 
 
 Pet. It is extempore, from my mother-wit. 
 
 Kath. A witty mother ! witless else her son. 
 
 Pet. Am I not wise ? 
 
 Kath. Yes ; in your own conceit, 
 
 Keep yourself warm with that, or else you'll freeze. 
 
 Pet. Marry, warm me in thy arms, sweet Kate. 
 And, therefore, setting all this chat aside, 
 Thus in plain terms : — your father hath consented 
 That you shall be my wife ; your dowry 'greed on ; 
 And, will you, nill you, I will marry you. 
 
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TAMING OF, THE SHREW. 
 
 Kath. Whether I will or no ? 
 
 Pet. Nay, Kate, I am a husband for your turn, 
 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 ; 
 For I am he that's born to tame you, Kate. 
 
 Kath. Indeed ! we'll see, my saucy groom. 
 
 Pet. Here comes your father ; never make denial, 
 I must and will have Katharine to my wife. 
 
 Re-enter Baptista, Gremio, and Tranio. 
 
 Bap. Now, signior Petruchio, how speed you with my 
 daughter ? 
 
 Pet. How but well, sir ? how but well ? 
 It were impossible I should speed amiss. 
 
 Bap. Why, how now, daughter Katharine ? in your dumps ? 
 
 Kath. Call you me daughter ? now I promise you, 
 You have show'd a tender fatherly regard, 
 To wish me wed to one half-lunatic ; 
 A mad-cap ruffian, and a swearing Jack, 
 That thinks with oaths to face the matter out. 
 
 Pet. Father, 'tis thus, — yourself and all the world, 
 That talk'd of her, have talk'd amiss of her ; 
 If she be curst, it is for policy : 
 
 [Katharine throws herself in seat. 
 For she's not fro ward, but modest as the dove ; 
 She is not hot, but temperate as the morn ; 
 For patience, she will prove a second Grissel ; 
 And to conclude, — we have 'greed so well together, 
 That we have fixed on Sunday for the wedding-day. 
 
 Kath. I'll see thee hanged on Sunday first. 
 
 Gre. Hark, Petruchio ! she says she'll see thee hanged 
 first. 
 
 Pet. If she and I be pleas'd, what's that to you ? 
 'Tis bargain'd 'twixt us twain, being alone, 
 That she shall still be curst in company. 
 
 Kath. {Seated^ A plague upon such impudence ! O, for 
 revenge ! I'll marry him — but I will tame him ! 
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TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 Pet. I tell you, 'tis incredible to believe 
 How much she loves me : O, the kindest Kate ! 
 She hung about my neck ; [KATHERINE very much enraged.~\ 
 
 and kiss on kiss 
 She vied so fast, protesting oath on oath, 
 That in a twink she won me to her love. 
 O, you are novices ! 'tis a world to see, 
 How tame, when men and women are alone. 
 Give me thy hand, Kate : I will unto Venice, 
 To buy apparel 'gainst the wedding-day : 
 Provide the feast, father, and bid the guests. 
 
 Bap. What dost thou say, my Katharine ? Give thy hand. 
 [Katharine folds her arms and rises. 
 
 Kath. Never to man shall Katharine give her hand ; 
 Here 'tis — and let him take it, an he dare. 
 
 Pet. Were it the fore-foot of an angry bear, 
 I'd shake it off; but, as it's Kate's I kiss it. 
 
 Kath. [Giving his ear a sound box.~\ You'll kiss it 
 closer, ere our moon be wan'd. \_Exit. 
 
 Bap. I know not what to say : but 
 Heaven send you joy, Petruchio ! 'tis a match. 
 
 Gre. Tra. Amen, say we ; we will be witnesses. 
 
 Pet. Father, adieu ! I must away, [Crosses to L. 
 
 Unto my country-house, and stir my grooms, 
 Scour off their country rust, and make 'em fine, 
 For the reception of my Katharine. 
 We will have rings, and things, and fine array, 
 To-morrow, Kate, shall be our wedding-day. [Exit, c. 
 
 Gre. Was ever match clapp'd up so suddenly ? 
 
 Bap. Faith, gentlemen, now I play a merchant's part, 
 And venture madly on a desperate mart. 
 
 Gre. But now, Baptista, to your younger daughter ; 
 Now is the day we long have looked for ; 
 I am your neighbor, and was suitor first. 
 
 Tra. And I am one that loves Bianca more 
 Than words can witness, or your thoughts can guess. 
 
 Gre. Youngling! thou canst not love so dear as I. 
 
 Tra. Graybeard ! thy love doth freeze. 
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TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 Gre. But thine doth fry. 
 
 Skipper, stand back ; 'tis age that nourisheth. 
 
 Tra. But youth, in ladies' eyes that flourisheth. 
 
 Bap. [c] Content you, gentlemen ; I will compound this 
 strife : 
 'Tis deeds must win the prize ; and he, of both, 
 That can assure my daughter greatest dower, 
 Shall have Bianca's love. 
 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 ; 
 In ivory coffers I have stuff 'd my crowns ; 
 In cypress chests my arras counterpoints, 
 Costly apparel, tents, and canopies, 
 Valance of Venice gold in needlework, 
 Pewter and brass, and all things that belong 
 To house, or housekeeping : then, at my farm, 
 Sixscore fat oxen standing in my stalls, 
 And all things answerable to this portion. 
 Myself am struck in years, I must confess ; 
 And, if I die to-morrow, this is hers, 
 If, whilst I live, she will be only mine. 
 
 Tra. That only came well in. Sir, list to me. 
 I am my father's heir, and only son ; 
 If I may have your daughter to my wife, 
 I'll leave her houses three or four as good, 
 Within rich Pisa walls, as any one 
 Old signior Gremio has in Padua ; 
 Besides two thousand ducats by the year. 
 What ! have I pinch'd you, signior Gremio ? 
 
 Gre. She shall have, besides, an argosy 
 That now is lying in Marseilles' road. 
 What ! have I chok'd you with an argosy ? 
 
 Tra. My father hath no less 
 Than three great argosies ; besides two galliasses, 
 And twelve tight galleys : these I will assure her, 
 And twice as much, whate'er thou offer'st next. 
 
 Gre. Nay, I have offer'd all ; I have no more 
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TAMING OF THE SHRHIV. 
 
 And she can have no more than all I have. 
 If you like me, she shall have me and mine. 
 
 Tra. Why, then the maid is mine from all the world, 
 By your firm promise ; Gremio is outvied. 
 
 Bap. I must confess your offer is the best ; 
 But should you die before your father, where's her dower? 
 
 Tra. That's but a cavil ; he is old, I young. 
 
 Gre. And may not young men die, as well as old ? 
 
 Bap. Well, gentlemen, I am thus resolv'd : — 
 On Sunday next you know 
 My daughter Katharine is to be married : 
 Now, on the Sunday following, shall Bianca 
 Be bride to you, if your father assure for you ; 
 If not, to signior Gremio : 
 And so I take my leave, and thank you both. [Exit, R. 
 
 Gre. Adieu, good neighbor. 
 Sirrah, young gamester, your father were a fool 
 To give thee all, and, in his waning age, 
 Set foot under thy table : tut ! a toy ! 
 An old Italian fox is not so kind, my boy. [Exit, C. 
 
 Tra. A vengeance on your crafty wither'd hide ! 
 Lucentio now must get a father call'd — Vincentio ; 
 And that's a wonder ; fathers, commonly, 
 Do get their children ; but, in this case of wooing, 
 A child shall get a sire, if I fail not of my cunning. 
 
 [Exit, C. 
 
 Enter Katharine, R. Crosses to L. , followed by Baptista. 
 
 Kath. How ? Turn'd adrift, nor know my father's house ! 
 Reduc'd to this, or none ? the maid's last prayer ? 
 Sent to be woo'd, like bear unto the stake ? 
 Trim wooing like to be ! — and he the bear ; 
 For I shall bait him. 
 
 Bap. Well, daughter, though the man be somewhat wild, 
 And thereto frantic, yet his means are great : 
 Thou hast done well to seize the first kind offer ; 
 For, by thy mother's soul, 'twill be the last. [Exit, L. 
 
 Kath. Is't so ? Then watch me well and see. 
 41 
 
TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 The scorned Katharine make her husband stoop unto her 
 
 lure, 
 And hold her head as high, and be as proud, as e'er a wife in 
 
 Padua. 
 Or double as my portion be my scorn ! 
 Look to your seat, Petruchio, or I throw you : 
 Katharine shall tame this haggard ; or, if she fails, 
 Shall tie her tongue up, and pare down her nails. 
 
 Curtain. 
 
 42 
 

 y,&syyi*orisa 
 
 ' 
 
ACT III. 
 
 Scene. — The same salon in Baptista's house. 
 
 BlANCA discovered seated, LUCENTIO beside her with an open 
 book ; and Hortensio with a lute, which he plays jar- 
 ringly to interrupt LUCENTIO. 
 
 Bian. Where left we last ? 
 
 Luc. Here, madam. 
 
 Hac ibat Simois ; hie est Sigeia tellus ; 
 
 Hie steterat Priami regia celsa senis. [HORTENSIO plays 
 louder .] 
 Fiddler, forbear ! 
 
 Nor. Wrangling pedant, give me leave ! And when in music 
 we have spent an hour, your lecture shall have leisure for as 
 much. 
 
 Lttc. Preposterous ass, give me leave, and when I pause, 
 thou shalt serve in thy harmony. 
 
 Nor. Sirrah— 
 
 Bian. Gentlemen ! gentlemen ! 
 You do me double wrong, 
 To strive for that which resteth in my choice : 
 I'll learn my lessons as I please myself. 
 Tune you your instrument, 
 
 His lecture will be done ere you have tun'd. \_As HORTENSIO 
 retires, she turns to LUCENTIO.] Construe thou thy Latin. 
 I listen. 
 
 Luc. Hac ibat, as I told you before, — Simois, I am Lucen- 
 tio, — hie est, son unto Vincentio of Pisa, — Sigeia tellus, dis- 
 guised thus to get your love ; — Hie steterat, and that Lucentio 
 that comes a-wooing, — Priami, is my man Tranio, — regia, 
 
 43 
 
TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 bearing my port, — celsa senis, that we might beguile the old 
 pantaloon. 
 
 Bian. Now let me see if I can construe it : Hac ibat Simois, 
 I know you not ; hie est Sigeia tellus, I trust you not ; — Hie 
 steterat Priami, take heed he hear us not ; — regia, presume 
 not ; — celsa senis, despair not. 
 
 Hor. Madam, 'tis now in tune. 
 
 Bian. Now, Licio, to you : — 
 Good masters, take it not unkindly, pray, 
 That I have been thus pleasant with you both. 
 
 Hor. [To Luc] You may go walk. [To Bian.] 
 Madam, before you touch the instrument, 
 To learn the order of my fingering, 
 I must begin with rudiments of art ; 
 To teach you gamut in a briefer sort [ Gives pape r~\ , 
 And there it is in writing, fairly drawn. 
 
 Bian. Why, I am past my gamut long ago. 
 
 Hor. Yet read the gamut of Hortensio. 
 
 Luc. [Aside.'] Our fine musician groweth amorous. 
 
 Bian. [Reads.] Gamut / am, the ground of all accord, 
 A re, to plead Hortensio' s passion / 
 
 B mi, Bianca, take him for thy lord, 
 C fa ut, that loves with all affection : 
 
 D sol re, one cliff, two notes have I ; 
 
 E la mi, show pity, or I die. 
 Call you this gamut ? tut ! I like it not : 
 Old fashions please me best ; I am not so nice, 
 To change true rules for odd inventions. 
 Farewell, sweet masters both : I must be gone ! [Exit, R. 
 
 Luc. 'Faith, mistress, then I have no cause to stay. 
 
 [Exit, C. 
 
 Hor. But I have cause to pry into this pedant ; 
 Methinks, he looks as though he were in love : 
 Yet if thy thoughts, Bianca, be so humble, 
 Seize thee that list : if once I find thee ranging, 
 Hortensio will be quit with thee by changing. [Exit, C. 
 
 44 
 
TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 Re-enter, from R., BAPTISTA and TRANIO {dressed as LUCEN- 
 TIO). 
 
 Bap. Signior Lucentio [to Tranio], this is the 'pointed day, 
 That Katharine and Petruchio should be married, 
 And yet we hear not of our son-in-law : 
 What will be said ? what mockery will it be, 
 To want the bridegroom, when the priest attends 
 To speak the ceremonial rites of marriage ? 
 
 Tra. Patience, good Baptista ; 
 Upon my life, Petruchio means but well, 
 Whatever fortune stays him from his word : 
 Though he be blunt, I know him passing wise ; 
 Though he be merry, yet withal he's honest. 
 
 Enter BlONDELLO, C. 
 
 Bion. Master, master ! old news, and such news as you 
 never heard of ! 
 
 Bap. Is it new and old too ? how may that be ? 
 
 Bz'on. Why, is it not news, to hear of Petruchio's coming ? 
 
 Bap. Is he come ? 
 
 Bion. Why, no, sir. 
 
 Bap. What then ? 
 
 Bion. He is coming. 
 
 Bap. When will he be here ? 
 
 Bion. When he stands where I am, and sees you there. 
 
 Tra. But, say, what : — to thine old news. 
 
 Bion. Why, Petruchio is coming, in a new hat and an old 
 jerkin ; a pair of old breeches, thrice turned ; a pair of boots 
 that have been candle-cases, one buckled, another laced ; an 
 old rusty swOrd ta'en out of the town armory, with a broken 
 hilt, and chapeless ; with two broken points : his horse hipped 
 with an old mothy saddle, and stirrups of no kindred : and 
 with a half-checked bit, and a head-stall of sheep's leather, 
 which, being restrained to keep him from stumbling, hath 
 been often burst, and now repaired with knots ; one girth six 
 times pieced, and a woman's crupper of velure, which hath 
 
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TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 two letters for her name, fairly set down in studs, and here 
 and there pieced with packthread. 
 
 Bap. Who comes with him ? 
 
 Bion. O, sir, his lackey, for all the world caparisoned 
 like the horse ; with a linen stock on one leg, and a kersey 
 boot-hose on the other, gartered with a red and blue list ; an 
 old hat, and The humor of forty fancies pricked in't for a 
 feather ; a monster, a very monster in apparel ; and not like 
 a Christian foot-boy, or a gentleman's lackey. 
 
 Tra. 'Tis some odd humor pricks him to this fashion ; 
 Yet oftentimes he goes but mean apparell'd. 
 
 Bap. I am glad he is come, howsoe'er he comes. 
 
 Enter Petruchio and GRUMIO, having been first heard very 
 noisy outside. LUCENTIO follows at a distance, laughing, 
 and stands aloof. 
 
 Pet. Come, where be these gallants ? who's at home ? 
 
 Bap. You are welcome, sir. 
 
 Pet. But where is Kate ? where is my lovely bride ? 
 How does my father? — Gentles, methinks you frown : 
 And wherefore gaze this goodly company ; 
 As if they saw some wondrous monument, 
 Some comet, or unusual prodigy ? 
 
 Bap. Why, sir, you know, this is your wedding-day : 
 First were we sad, fearing ypu would not come ; 
 Now sadder, that you come so unprovided. 
 Fie ! doff this habit, shame to your estate, 
 An eyesore to our solemn festival. 
 
 Tra. And tell us, what occasion of import 
 Hath all so long detain'd you from your wife, 
 And sent you hither so unlike yourself? 
 
 Pet. Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear : 
 Sufficeth, I am come to keep my word. 
 But, where is Kate ? I stay too long from her ; 
 The morning wears, 'tis time we were at church. 
 
 Tra. See not your bride in these unreverent robes ; 
 Go to my chamber, and put on clothes of mine. 
 
 Pet. Not I, believe me ; thus I'll visit her. 
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TAMING OF THE SHREIV. 
 
 Bap. But thus, I trust, you will not marry her. 
 
 Pet. Good sooth, even thus ; therefore ha' done with words ; 
 To me she's married, not unto my clothes : 
 Could I repair what she will wear in me, 
 As I can change these poor accoutrements, 
 'Twere well for Kate, and better for myself. 
 But what a fool am I, to chat with you, 
 When I should bid good-morrow to my bride, 
 And seal the title with a loving kiss ! 
 What, ho ! my Kate — my Kate ! what, ho ! 
 
 [Exit, followed fry BlONDELLO, C. 
 
 Gru. What, ho ! why, Kate ! what, ho ! 
 
 \_Exit after them, c. 
 
 Bap. Let's after him, and see the event of this. 
 
 [Exit, following, C. 
 
 Tra. Now, sir, 
 As I before imparted to your worship, 
 I am to get a man, — whate'er he be, 
 It skills not much ; we'll fit him to our turn, — 
 And he shall be Vincentio of Pisa ; 
 And make assurance here in Padua, 
 Of greater sums than I have promised. 
 So shall you quietly enjoy your hope, 
 And marry sweet Bianca with consent. 
 
 Luc. Were it not that my fellow-schoolmaster 
 Doth watch Bianca's steps so narrowly, 
 'Twere good, methinks, to steal our marriage ; 
 Which once perform'd, let all the world say — no, 
 I'll keep mine own, despite of all the world. 
 
 Enter Gremio, C. 
 
 Signior Gremio ! came you from the church ? 
 
 Gre. As willingly as e'er I came from school. 
 
 Tra. And is the bride and bridegroom coming home ? 
 
 Gre. A bridegroom, say you ? 'tis a groom, indeed, 
 A grumbling groom, and that the girl shall find. 
 Why he's a devil, a devil, a very fiend. 
 
 Tra. Why, she's a devil, a devil, the devil's dam. 
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TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 Gre. Tut ! she's a lamb, a dove, a fool to him. 
 I'll tell you, sir Lucentio ; when the priest 
 Should ask — if Katharine should be his wife, 
 Ay, by gogs-woims, quoth he ; and swore so loud 
 That, all amaz'd, the priest let fall the book : 
 And, as he stoop'd again to take it up, 
 This mad-brain'd bridegroom took him such a cuff, 
 That down fell priest and book, and book and priest ; 
 Now take them up, quoth he, if any list. 
 
 Tra. What said the wench, when he rose up again ? 
 
 Gre, Trembled and shook ; for why he stamp'd, and swore, 
 As if the vicar meant to cozen him. 
 But after many ceremonies done, 
 He calls for wine : — A health, quoth he, as if 
 He had been abroad, carousing to his mates 
 After a storm : — quaff' d off the muscadel, 
 And threw the sops all in the sexton's face ; 
 Having no other reason, — 
 But that his beard grew thin and hungerly, 
 And seem'd to ask him sops as he was drinking. 
 This done, he took the bride about the neck, 
 And kiss'd her lips with such a clamorous smack, 
 That, at the parting, all the church did echo. 
 And I, seeing this, came thence for very shame ; 
 And after me, I know, the rout is coming : 
 Such a mad marriage never was before. [Music. 
 
 Hark, hark ! I hear the minstrels play. 
 
 Enter zvedding-guests, dancing ; then BlANCA, BAPTISTA, 
 Hortensio ; then Petruchio with Katharine, fol- 
 lowed by Grumio, etc. All from C. 
 
 Pet. Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for your pains : 
 I know, you think to dine with me to-day, 
 And have prepar'd great store of wedding-cheer; 
 But so it is, my haste doth call me hence, 
 And therefore here I mean to take my leave. 
 
 Bap. Is't possible you will away to-night ? 
 
 Pet. I must away to-day, before night come : 
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TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 Make it no wonder ; if you knew my business 
 You would entreat me rather go than stay. 
 And, honest company, I thank you all, 
 That have beheld me give away myself 
 To this most patient, sweet, and virtuous wife : 
 Dine with my father, drink a health to me ; 
 For I must hence, and farewell to you all. 
 
 Tra. Let us entreat you stay till after dinner. 
 
 Pet. It may not be. 
 
 Gre. Let me entreat you. 
 
 Pet. It cannot be. 
 
 Kath. Let me entreat you. 
 
 Pet. I am content. 
 
 Kath. Are you content to stay ? 
 
 Pet. I am content you shall entreat me stay ; 
 But yet not stay, entreat me how you can. 
 
 Kath. Now, if you love me, stay. 
 
 Pet. Grumio, my horse. 
 
 Grti. Ay, sir, they be ready ; the oats have eaten the 
 horses. 
 
 Kath. Nay, then, 
 Do what thou canst, I will not go to-day ; 
 No, nor to-morrow, not till I please myself. 
 The door is open, sir, there lies your way, 
 You may be jogging whiles your boots are green ; 
 For me, I'll not be gone, till I please myself: 
 'Tis like, you'll prove a jolly surly groom, 
 That take it on you at the first so roundly. 
 
 Pet. O Kate, content thee ; prithee be not angry. 
 
 Kath. I will be angry : what hast thou to do ? 
 Father, be quiet ; he shall stay my leisure. 
 
 Gre. Ay, marry, sir ; now it begins to work. 
 
 Kath. Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner : 
 I see, a woman may be made a fool, 
 If she had not a spirit to resist. 
 
 Pet. They shall go forward, Kate, to thy command : 
 Obey the bride, you that attend on her : 
 Go to the feast, revel and domineer, 
 
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TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 Be mad and merry, — or go hang yourselves. 
 
 But for my bonny Kate, she must with me. 
 
 Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret ; 
 
 I will be master of what is mine own : 
 
 She is my goods, my chattels ; she is my house, 
 
 My household stuff, my field, my barn, 
 
 My horse, my ox, my ass, my anything ; 
 
 And here she stands, touch her whoever dare, 
 
 I'll bring mine action on the proudest he 
 
 That stops my way in Padua. Grumio, 
 
 Draw forth thy weapon, {Cracking his whip, and GRUMIO 
 
 does the same.'] we are beset with thieves; 
 Rescue thy mistress, if thou be a man : — 
 Fear not, sweet wench, they shall not touch thee, Kate, 
 I'll buckler thee against a million. 
 
 [Exit PETRUCHIO carrying KATHARINE in his arms, fol- 
 lowed by Grumio ; the rest grouped, amazed, on 
 either side. 
 
 Curtain. 
 5° 
 
ACT IV. 
 
 Scene i. — Before Baptista's house. 
 Enter Tranio and HORTENSIO from the gateway. 
 
 Tra. Of all mad matches never was the like, 
 For Katharine, being mad herself, is madly mated. 
 
 Hor. I warrant him — Petruchio's Kated. 
 And now shall fair Bianca practise how to bride it. 
 
 Tra. Is't possible, friend Licio, that mistress Bianca 
 Doth fancy any other but Lucentio ? 
 I tell you, sir, she bears me fair in hand. 
 
 Hor. Sir, to satisfy you in what I have said, 
 Stand by, and mark the manner of his teaching. [They go 
 aside at the L.] 
 
 Enter Bianca and Lucentio from gateway. 
 
 Luc. Now, mistress, profit you in what you read ? 
 Bian. What, master, read you ? first resolve me that. 
 Luc. I read that I profess, the art to love. 
 Bian. And may you prove, sir, master of your art ! 
 Luc. While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of my heart. 
 
 [Exeunt off, R. 
 
 HORTENSIO and TRANIO come forward. 
 
 Tra. O despiteful love ! unconstant womankind ? 
 I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful. 
 
 Hor. Mistake no more : I am not Licio, 
 Nor a musician, as I seem to be ; 
 But one that scorn to live in this disguise 
 For such a one as leaves a gentleman, 
 
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TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 And makes a god of such a cullion : 
 Know, sir, that I am call'd Hortensio. 
 
 Tra. Signior Hortensio, I have often heard 
 Of your entire affection to Bianca ; 
 And since mine eyes are witness of her lightness, 
 I will with you, — if you be so contented, — 
 Forswear Bianca, and her love forever. 
 
 Hor. [Looking off.] See, how they kiss and court ! signior 
 Lucentio, 
 Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow 
 Never to woo her more ; but do forswear her, 
 As one unworthy all the former favors 
 That I have fondly flatter'd her withal. 
 
 Tra. And here I take the like unfeigned oath, 
 Never to marry with her, though she would entreat. 
 
 Hor. For me, that I may surely keep mine oath, 
 I will be married to a wealthy widow, 
 Ere three days pass, which hath as long lov'd me, 
 As I have lov'd this proud disdainful haggard : 
 And so farewell, signior Lucentio. 
 Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, 
 Shall win my love : and so I take my leave, 
 In resolution as I swore before. [Exit HORTENSIO, C. 
 
 Re-enter LUCENTIO and BlKNCKfrom R. 
 
 Tra. Mistress Bianca, bless you, 
 I have forsworn you with Hortensio. 
 
 Bian. Tranio, you jest : but have you both forsworn me ? 
 
 Tra. Mistress, we have. 
 
 Luc. . Then we are rid of Licio. 
 
 Tra. V faith, he'll have a lusty widow now, 
 That shall be woo'd and wedded in a day. 
 Ay, and he'll tame her. 
 
 Bian. He says so, Tranio. 
 
 Tra. 'Faith, he's gone unto the taming-school. 
 
 Bian. The taming-school ! what, is there such a place ? 
 
 Tra. Ay, mistress, and Petruchio is the master ; 
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TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 That teacheth tricks eleven and twenty long, 
 
 To tame a shrew, and charm her chattering tongue. 
 
 Enter BlONDELLO running, from L. 
 
 Bion. O master, master, I have watch'd so long 
 That I'm dog-weary ; but at last I spied 
 Your ancient angel coming down the hill, 
 Who'll serve the turn. 
 
 Tra. What is he, Biondello ? 
 
 Bion. Master, a mercatante, or a pedant, 
 I know not what ; but formal in apparel, 
 In gait and countenance surely like a father. 
 
 Luc. And what of him, Tranio ? 
 
 Tra. One I found most credulous to my tale ; 
 I've made him glad to seem Vincentio ; 
 And give assurance to Baptista Minola, 
 As if he were the right Vincentio. 
 Take in your love, and then let me alone. 
 
 [Exeunt Lucentio and BiANCA through the gateway. 
 
 Enter a Ped ANT from L. 
 
 Ped. God save you, sir ! 
 
 Tra. And you, sir ! you are welcome. 
 
 Sir, this is the house : please it you that I call ? 
 
 Ped. Ay, what else ? and, but I be deceiv'd, 
 Signior Baptista may remember me ; 
 Near twenty years ago, in Genoa, 
 We were fellow-lodgers at the Pegasus. 
 
 Tra. Nay ! hold your own, in any case, 
 With such austerity as 'longeth to a father. Sirrah, Biondello, 
 Now do your duty thoroughly, I advise you ; 
 Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio. [Knocks at the gate. 
 
 Bion. Tut ! fear not me. 
 
 Tra. Thou'rt a tall fellow ; hold thee ; that to drink. 
 Here comes Baptista : — set your countenance, sir. 
 
 Enter Baptista and Lucentio — from the gate. 
 
 Signior Baptista, you are happily met : — [Crosses to him.'] 
 Sir, [ To the PEDANT.] this is the gentleman I told you of : 
 
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TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 I pray you, stand good father to me now, 
 Give me Bianca for my patrimony. 
 
 Ped. Soft, son ! \To Baptista.] 
 Sir, by your leave, having come to Padua 
 To gather in some debts, my son Lucentio 
 Made me acquainted with a weighty cause 
 Of love between your daughter and himself: 
 And, — for the good report I hear of you ; 
 And for the love he beareth to your daughter, 
 And she to him, — to stay him not too long, 
 I am content, in a good father's care, 
 To have him match'd ; and, — if you please to like 
 No worse than I, — upon some agreement, 
 Me shall you find ready and willing 
 With one consent to have her so bestow'd ; 
 For curious I cannot be with you, 
 Signior Baptista, of whom I hear so well. 
 
 Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say ; — 
 Your plainness and your shortness please me well. 
 Right true it is, your son Lucentio here 
 Doth love my daughter, and she loveth him, 
 Or both dissemble deeply their affections : 
 And, therefore, if you say no more than this, 
 That like a father you will deal with him, 
 And pass my daughter a sufficient dower, 
 The match is made, and all is done : 
 Your son shall have my daughter with consent. 
 
 Tra. I thank you, sir : where then do you know best, 
 We be affied ; and such assurance ta'en, 
 As shall with either part's agreement stand ? 
 
 Bap. Not in my house, Lucentio ; for, you know, 
 Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants : 
 Besides, old Gremio is heark'ning still ; 
 And, happily, we might be interrupted. 
 
 Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, sir ; 
 There doth my father lie ; and there, this night, 
 We'll pass the business privately and well : 
 Send for your daughter by your servant here, 
 
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TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 My boy shall fetch the scrivener presently. 
 The worst is this, that, at so slender warning, 
 You are like to have a thin and slender pittance. 
 
 Bap. It likes me well : Cambio, hie you in, 
 And bid Bianca make her ready straight ; 
 And, if you will, tell what hath happened : 
 Lucentio's father is arriv'd in Padua, 
 And how she's like to be Lucentio's wife ! 
 
 Luc. I pray the gods she may, with all my heart ! 
 
 Tra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone. 
 
 [Lucentio exits. 
 bignior Baptista, shall I lead the way ? 
 Welcome ! one mess is like to be your cheer ; 
 Come, sir ; we will better it in Pisa. 
 
 Bap. I follow you. 
 
 ^Exeunt Tranio, Pedant, and Baptista, off r. 
 
 Bion. Cambio. 
 
 Luc. \_Reappearing.~] What say'st thou, Biondello ? 
 
 Bion. You saw my master wink and laugh upon you ? 
 
 Luc. Biondello, what of that ? 
 
 Bion. 'Faith, nothing ; but has left me here behind, to ex- 
 pound the meaning or moral of his signs and tokens. 
 
 Luc. I pray thee, moralize them. 
 
 Bion. Then thus : — Baptista is safe talking with the deceiv- 
 ing father of a deceitful son. 
 
 Luc. And what of him ? 
 
 Bion. His daughter is to be brought by you to the supper. 
 
 Luc. And then ? 
 
 Bion. The old priest at Saint Luke's church is at your com- 
 mand at all hours. 
 
 Luc. And what of all this ? 
 
 Bion. Whiles they are busied about a counterfeit assur- 
 ance, take you assurance of her ; take her to the church ; — 
 take the priest, clerk, and some sufficient honest witness : 
 If this be not that you look for, I have no more to say, 
 But bid Bianca farewell for ever and a day. {Going, L. 
 
 Luc. Biondello ? 
 
 Bion. I cannot tarry : I knew a wench married in an after- 
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TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 noon as she went to the garden for parsley to stuff a rabbit ; 
 and so may you, sir ; and so adieu, sir. My master hath ap- 
 pointed me to go to Saint Luke's, to bid the priest be ready to 
 come against you come with your appendix. 
 
 [Exit Biondello, L., Lucentio into house. 
 
 Scene 2. — Petruchio's house in the country. 
 
 Enter Grumio, calling Curtis, L. c. 
 
 Gru. What, hoa ! Curtis ! Curtis ! what, hoa ! Fie, fie, 
 on all tired jades ! on all mad masters ! and all foul ways ! 
 Was ever man so beaten ? was ever man so rayed ? was ever 
 man so weary ? I am sent before to make a fire, and they are 
 coming after to warm them : now, were not I a little pot, and 
 soon hot, my very lips might freeze to my teeth, my tongue to 
 the roof 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 
 warm myself: for, considering the weather, a taller man than I 
 will take cold. Holloa, hoa ! Curtis ! 
 
 Enter CURTIS, R. 
 
 Curt. Who is that calls so coldly ? 
 
 Gru. A piece of ice ; if thou doubt it, thou mayst slide from 
 my shoulder to my heel, with no greater a run but my head 
 and my neck. A fire, good Curtis. 
 
 Curt. Is my master and his wife coming, Grumio ? 
 
 Gru. O, ay, Curtis, ay : and therefore fire, fire ; cast on no 
 water. 
 
 Curt. 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 
 tamed my old master and my new mistress, and myself, fellow 
 Curtis. 
 
 Curt. I prithee, good Grumio, tell me, how goes the world ? 
 
 Gru. A cold world, Curtis, in every office but thine ; and, 
 therefore, fire : do thy duty, and have thy duty ; for my master 
 and mistress are almost frozen to death. 
 
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TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 Curt. There's fire ready ; and, therefore, good Grumio, the 
 news ? 
 
 Grit. Why, Jack, boy ! ho, boy ! and as much news as thou 
 wilt. Where's the cook ? is supper ready, the house trimmed, 
 rushes strewed, cobwebs swept ; the serving-men in their new 
 fustian, the white stockings, and every officer his wedding-gar- 
 ment on ? Be the jacks fair within, the jills fair without, the 
 carpets laid, and everything in order ? 
 
 Curt. All ready : and, therefore, I pray thee, news ? 
 
 Gru. First, know, my horse is tired ; my master and mis- 
 tress fallen out. 
 
 Curt. How ? 
 
 Gru. Out of their saddles into the dirt : and thereby hangs 
 a tale. 
 
 Curt. Let's ha't, good Grumio. 
 
 Gru. Lend thine ear. 
 
 Curt. Here. 
 
 Gru. There. \_Striking her. 
 
 Curt. This 'tis to feel a tale, not to hear a tale. 
 
 Gru. And therefore 'tis called, a sensible tale ; and this 
 cuff was but to knock at your ear, and beseech listening. Now 
 I begin : Imprimis, we came down a foul hill, my master riding 
 behind my mistress. — 
 
 Curt. Both of one horse? 
 
 Gru. What's that to thee ? Tell thou the tale : — but hadst 
 thou not crossed me, thou shouldst have heard how her horse 
 fell, and she under her horse ; thou shouldst have heard, in how 
 miry a place : how she was bemoiled ; how he left her with 
 the horse upon her ; how he beat me because her horse 
 stumbled ; how she waded through the dirt to pluck him off 
 me ; how he swore ; how she prayed, that never prayed before ; 
 how I cried ; how the horses ran away ; how her bridle was 
 burst ; how I lost my crupper ; with many things of worthy 
 memory, which now shall die in oblivion, and thou return un- 
 experienced to thy grave. 
 
 Curt. By this reckoning, he is more shrew than she. 
 
 Gru. Ay ; and that thou and the proudest of you all shall 
 find when he comes home. But what talk I of this ? — call forth 
 
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TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 Nathaniel, Joseph, Nicholas, Philip, Walter, Sugarsop, and the 
 rest. Are they all ready ? 
 
 Curt. They are. 
 
 Gru. Call them forth. 
 
 Curt. Do you hear, ho ! Nathaniel, Joseph, Nicholas — ho ! 
 where are you ! 
 
 Enter four or five Serving-men, l. c. 
 
 Nath. Welcome home, Grumio. 
 
 Phil. How now, Grumio ? 
 
 Jos. What, Grumio ! 
 
 Nick. Fellow Grumio ! 
 
 Nath. How now, old lad ? 
 
 Gru. Welcome, you ; — how now, you ;— what, you; — fel- 
 low, you; — and thus much for greeting. Now, my spruce 
 companions, is all ready, and all things neat ? 
 
 Nath. All things is ready : how near is our master ? 
 
 Gru. E'en at hand, alighted by this : [PETRUCHIO calls 
 without.'] silence ! — I hear my master. 
 
 Enter Petruchio and Katharine, l. c. 
 
 Pet. Where be these knaves ? what, no man at door, 
 To hold my stirrup, nor to take my horse ? 
 Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip ? [CURTIS helps KATH- 
 ARINE off with her cloak and exits, off L.] ' 
 
 All serv. Here, here, sir ; here, sir. 
 
 Pet. Here, sir / here, sir ! here, sir ! here, sir / 
 You loggerheaded and unpolish'd grooms ! 
 What ? no attendance ? no regard ? no duty ? 
 Where is the foolish knave I sent before ? 
 
 Gru. Here, sir ; as foolish as I was before. 
 
 Pet. You peasant swain ! you malt-horse drudge ! 
 Did I not bid thee meet me in the park, 
 And bring along these rascal knaves with thee ? 
 
 Gru. Nathaniel's coat, sir, was not fully made, 
 And Gabriel's pumps were all unpink'd i' the heel ; 
 There was no link to color Peter's hat, 
 And Walter's dagger was not come from sheathing : 
 
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TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 There were none fine but Adam, Ralph, and Gregory : 
 The rest were ragged, old, and beggarly ; 
 Yet, as they are, here are they come to meet you. 
 Pet. Go, rascals, go, and fetch my supper in. — ■ 
 
 [Exeunt some of the Servants. 
 Where is the life that late I led — [Sings. 
 
 Where are those sit down, Kate, and welcome. 
 
 Re-enter Servants, with supper. 
 
 Why, when, I say ? — nay, good sweet Kate, be merry. 
 Off with my boots, you rogues, you villains ; when ? 
 
 It was the friar of orders gray, [Sings. 
 
 As he forth walked on his way : 
 Out, you rogue ! you pluck my foot awry : 
 Take that, and mend the plucking of the other. — 
 
 [Strikes him. 
 Be merry, Kate : — some water here ; what, ho ! 
 Where are my slippers ? — shall I have some water ? 
 
 [A basin is presented to him. 
 Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily : — 
 
 [Servant lets the ewer fall. 
 You villain ! will you let it fall ? [Strikes him. 
 
 Kath. Patience, I pray you ; 'twas a fault unwilling. 
 Pet. A-beetle-headed, flap-ear'd knave ! 
 Come, Kate, sit down ; I know you have a stomach. 
 
 [ They sit at table. 
 Will you give thanks, sweet Kate, or else shall I ? 
 What's this ? 
 
 Nath. Mutton. 
 
 Pet. Who brought it ? 
 
 Nath. He. [Points to another. 
 
 Pet. 'Tis burnt ; and so is all the meat : 
 What dogs are these ! — where is the rascal cook ? 
 
 [Curtis is pushed forward. 
 Gru. Cook ! cook ! 
 
 Pet. How durst you, villain, bring it from the dresser, 
 And serve it thus to me that love it not ? 
 
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TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 There, take it to you, trenchers, cups, and all : 
 
 [ Throws the meat, etc., about the stage. 
 You heedless joltheads, and unmanner'd slaves ! 
 What, do you grumble ? [Beats them about and out R.] I'll 
 be with you straight. 
 Kath. I pray you, husband, be not so disquiet ; 
 The meat was well, if you were so contented. 
 
 Pet. I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dried away ; 
 And I expressly am forbid to touch it, 
 For it engenders choler, planteth anger ; 
 And better 'twere that both of us did fast, 
 Since, of ourselves, ourselves are choleric, 
 Than feed it with such over-roasted flesh. 
 Be patient ; to-morrow it shall be mended, 
 And, for this night, we'll fast for company. 
 
 Kath. Fast ? — Go to bed without my supper thus ? 
 Pet. Tis the unwholesom'st thing i' the world, sweet 
 Kate.— 
 Come, I will show thee to thy bridal chamber. 
 
 [ They exeunt, L. 
 [Grumio and the Servants steal in again. 
 Nath. [Advancing.] Peter, didst ever see the like ? 
 Gru. He kills her in her own humor. 
 
 Re-enter Curtis, from L. 
 
 Gru. Where is he ? 
 
 Curt. In her chamber, 
 And rails, and swears, and rates ; that she, poor soul, 
 Knows not which way to stand, to look, to speak ; 
 And sits as one new-risen from a dream. 
 Away, away ! for he is coming hither. [Exeunt. 
 
 Re-enter Petruchio, l. 
 
 Pet. Thus have I politicly begun my reign, 
 And 'tis my hope to end successfully ; 
 My falcon now is sharp, and passing empty, 
 And, till she stoop, she must not be full=gorg ? d, 
 She eat no meat to-day, nor none shall eat ; 
 
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TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 Last night she slept not, nor to-night she shall not ; 
 
 And, if she chance to nod, I'll rail and brawl, 
 
 And with the clamor keep her still awake. 
 
 This is a way to kill a wife with kindness ; 
 
 And thus I'll curb her mad and headstrong humor ; 
 
 He that knows better how to tame a shrew, 
 
 Now let him speak ; 'tis charity to shew. \Exit, C. 
 
 Enter Katharine, l. 
 
 Kath. Oh ! oh ! oh ! The more my wrong, the more his 
 spite appears : 
 What, did he marry me to famish me ? 
 Beggars that come unto my father's door, 
 Upon entreaty, have a present alms ; 
 If not, elsewhere they meet with charity : 
 But I, who never knew how to entreat, 
 Nor never needed that I should entreat, 
 Am starv'd for meat, giddy for lack of sleep ; 
 With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fed : 
 And that which spites me more than all these wants, 
 He does it under name of perfect love ; 
 As who should say, if I should sleep, or eat, 
 'Twere deadly sickness, or else present death. 
 
 Enter Grumio, r. 
 
 Kath. I prithee go, and get me some repast ; 
 I care not what, so it be wholesome food. 
 
 Gni. No, no — I dare not for my life. 
 Yet stay — what say you to a neat's foot ? 
 
 Kath. 'Tis passing good ; I prithee let me have it. 
 
 Gru. I fear, it is too choleric a meat : 
 How say you to a fat tripe, finely broiled? 
 
 Kath. I like it well ; good Grumio, fetch it me. 
 
 Gru. I cannot tell ; I fear, 'tis choleric. 
 What say you to a piece of beef, and mustard ? 
 
 Kath. A dish that I do love to feed upon. 
 
 Gru. Ay, but the mustard is too hot a little. 
 
 Kath. Why, then the beef, and let the mustard rest. 
 
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TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 Gru. Nay, then I will not ; you shall have the mustard, 
 Or else you get no beef of Grumio. 
 
 Katk. Then both, or one, or anything thou wilt. 
 
 Gru. Why, then the mustard without the beef. 
 
 Kath. Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding slave, 
 
 {Beats him^ 
 That feed'st me with the very name of meat : 
 Sorrow on thee, and all the pack of you, 
 That triumph thus upon my misery ! 
 Go, get thee gone, I say. 
 
 Enter Petruchio and Hortensio at c. 
 
 Pet. How fares my Kate ? what, sweeting, all amort ? 
 
 Hor. Mistress, what cheer ? 
 
 Kath. 'Faith, as cold as can be. 
 
 Pet. Pluck up thy spirits, look cheerfully upon me. 
 My honey love, we'll now return unto thy father's house ; 
 And revel it as bravely as the best, 
 With silken coats, and caps, and golden rings, 
 With ruffs, and cuffs, and farthingales, and things ; 
 With scarfs, and fans, and double change of bravery, 
 With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knavery. 
 The tailor stays thy leisure, 
 To deck thy body with his ruffling treasure. 
 
 Enter Tailor, c. 
 
 Come, tailor, let us see these ornaments. 
 
 Tat. Here is the cap your worship did bespeak. 
 
 Pet. The what ? 
 
 Tai. The c-cap ! 
 
 Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer ; 
 A velvet dish ; — fie, fie ! 
 Why, 'tis a cockle, or a walnut-shell, 
 A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap ; 
 Away with it, come, let me have a bigger. 
 
 Kath. I'll have no bigger ; this doth fit the time, 
 And gentlewomen wear such caps as these. 
 
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TAMING OF THE SHREIV. 
 
 Pet. When you are gentle, you shall have one too, 
 And not till then. [ Throws the cap aside. 
 
 Kath. [Rises.] Why, sir, I trust, I may have leave to speak ; 
 And speak I will. I am no child, no babe : 
 Your betters have endur'd me say my mind ; 
 And, if you cannot, best you stop your ears. 
 My tongue will tell the anger of my heart ; 
 Or else my heart, concealing it, will break ; 
 And rather than it shall, I will be free 
 Even to the uttermost, as I please, in words. 
 
 Pet. Why, thou say'st true ; it is a paltry cap, 
 I love thee well, in that thou lik'st it not. 
 
 Kath. Love me or love me not, I like the cap ; 
 And it I will have, or I will have none. 
 
 Pet. Thy gown ? why, ay : — come, tailor, let us see't. 
 
 mercy, God ! what masking stuff is here ! 
 What's this ? 
 
 Tai. A sleeve. 
 
 Pet. A sleeve ? 'tis like a demi-cannon : 
 What up and down, carv'd like an apple-tart ? 
 Here's snip, and nip, and cut, and slish, and slash, 
 Like to a censer in a barber's shop : 
 Why, what, o' devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this ! 
 
 Hor. I see, she's like to have neither cap nor gown. 
 
 [Aside. 
 
 Tai. You bid me make it orderly and well, 
 According to the fashion and the time. 
 
 Pet. Marry, and did ; but if you be remember'd, 
 
 1 did not bid you mar it to the time. 
 Go, hop me over every kennel home, 
 
 For you shall hop without my custom, sir : 
 I'll none of it ; hence, make your best of it. 
 
 Kath. I never saw a better-fashion'd gown, 
 More quaint, more pleasing, nor more commendable : 
 Belike, you mean to make a puppet of me. 
 
 Pet. Why, true ; he means to make a puppet of thee. 
 
 Tai. She says, your worship means to make a puppet of 
 her. 
 
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TAMING OF THE SHREW.' \ 
 
 Pet. O monstrous arrogance ; thou liest, thou thread, thou 
 thimble, 
 Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail, 
 Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter cricket thou : 
 Brav'd in mine own house with a skein of thread ! 
 Away, thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant ; 
 Or I shall so be-mete thee with thy yard, 
 As thou shalt think on prating whilst thou liv'st ! 
 I tell thee, I, that thou hast marr'd her gown. 
 
 Tai. Your worship is deceiv'd ; the gown is made 
 Just as my master had direction : 
 Grumio gave order how it should be done. 
 
 Gru. I gave him no order : I gave him the stuff. 
 
 Tai. But how did you desire it should be made ? 
 
 Gru. Marry, sir, with needle and thread. 
 
 Tai. But did you not request to have it cut ? 
 
 Gru. Thou hast faced many things. 
 
 Tai. I have. 
 
 Gru. Face not me : thou hast braved many men ; brave not 
 me. I say unto thee — I bid thy master cut out the gown ; but 
 I did not bid him cut it to pieces : ergo, thou liest. 
 
 Tai. Why, here is the note of the fashion to testify. 
 
 Pet. Read it. 
 
 Tai. Imprimis, a loose-bodied gowti : 
 
 Gru. Master, if ever I said loose-bodied gown, sew me in 
 the skirts of it, and beat me to death with a bottom of brown 
 thread : I said, a gown. 
 
 Pet. Proceed. 
 
 Tai. With a small compassed cape ; 
 
 Gru. I confess the cape. 
 
 Tai. With a trunk sleeve ; 
 
 Gru. I confess two sleeves. 
 
 Tai. The sleeves curiously cut. 
 
 Pet. Ay, there's the villainy. 
 
 Gru. Error i' the bill, sir ; error i' the bill. I commanded the 
 sleeves should be cut out, and sewed up again : and that I'll 
 prove upon thee, though thy little finger be armed in a 
 thimble. 
 
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 Tai. This is true, that I say ; an I had thee in place where 
 thou shouldst know it ! 
 
 Grit. I am for thee straight ; come on, thou parchment 
 thread ! {Fights with TAILOR. 
 
 Pet. What, cocks spar in presence of the kite. Out with 
 ye! {Whips them off, c, then to Hortensio.] Hortensio, 
 say thou wilt see the tailor paid : — {Aside. 
 
 Pet. Well, come, my Kate ; we will unto your father's, 
 Even in these honest mean habiliments ; 
 Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor : 
 For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich ; 
 And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, 
 So honor peereth in the meanest habit. 
 What, is the jay more precious than the lark, 
 Because his feathers are more beautiful ? 
 O, no, good Kate ; neither art thou the worse 
 For this poor furniture and mean array. 
 If thou account'st it shame, lay it on me : 
 And therefore frolic ; we will hence forthwith, 
 To feast and sport us at thy father's house. 
 Let's see ; I think 'tis now some seven o'clock, 
 And well we may come there by dinner-time. 
 
 Kath. I dare assure you, sir, 'tis almost two ; 
 And 'twill be supper-time ere you come there. 
 
 Pet. It shall be seven, ere I go to horse : 
 Look, what I speak, or do, or think to do, 
 You are still crossing it. — 
 I will not go to-day ; or ere I do, 
 It shall be what o'clock I say it is. 
 
 Hor. Why, so ! this gallant will command the sun. 
 
 Kath. Why, then 'tis as thou say'st, or two, or seven, or 
 any hour thou wish'st. 
 
 Pet. Come, then, o' heaven's name — once more toward our 
 father's. 
 Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the moon ! 
 
 Kath. The moon ! the sun ; it is not moonlight now. 
 
 Pet. I say, it is the moon that shines so bright. 
 
 Kath. I know, it is the sun that shines so bright. 
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 Pet. Now, by my mother's son, and that's myself, 
 It shall be moon, or star, or what I list, 
 Or ere I journey to your father's house : — 
 Go on, and fetch our horses back again. 
 Evermore cross'd and cross'd : nothing but cross'd ! 
 
 Hor. Say as he says, or we shall never go. 
 
 Kath. Forward, I pray, since we have 'greed so far, 
 And be it moon, or sun, or what you please : 
 And if you please to call it a rush-candle, 
 Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me. 
 
 Pet. I say, it is the moon. 
 
 Kath. I know it is the moon. 
 
 Pet. Nay, then, you lie ; it is the blessed sun. 
 
 Kath. Then, Heaven be bless'd, it is the blessed sun : 
 But sun it is not, when you say it is not ; 
 And the moon changes, even as your mind. 
 What you will have it nam'd, even that it is ; 
 And so it shall be so, for Katharine. 
 
 Hor. Petruchio, go thy ways ; the field is won. 
 
 Pet. Well, forward, forward : thus the bowl should run, 
 And not unluckily against the bias. 
 But soft ! Company is coming here ! 
 
 VlNCENTIO appears in doorway in travelling dress, as if in- 
 quiring his way. 
 
 Good morrow, gentle mistress : where away ? 
 
 [To VlNCENTIO. 
 
 Vin. Fair sir, and you my merry mistress, 
 That with your strange encounter much amaze me, 
 My name is call'd Vincentio, my dwelling Pisa ; 
 And bound I am to Padua ; there to visit 
 A son of mine, which long I have not seen. 
 
 Pet. What is his name ? 
 
 Vin. Lucentio, gentle sir, 
 
 Pet. Happily met ; the happier for thy son. 
 And now by law, as well as reverent age, 
 I may entitle thee my loving father ; 
 The sister to my wife, this gentlewoman — 
 
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 Thy son by this hath married. 
 Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too, 
 Hast thou beheld a fresher gentlewoman ? 
 Such war of white and red within her cheeks ? 
 What stars do spangle heaven with such beauty, 
 As those two eyes become that heavenly face ! 
 Fair, lovely maid, once more good day to thee : 
 Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's sake. 
 
 Vin. Embrace me for my beauty's sake ! 
 
 Kath. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and sweet. 
 Whither away ; or where is thy abode ? 
 Happy the parents of so fair a child ; 
 Happier the man, whom favorable stars 
 Allots thee for his lovely wedded wife ! 
 
 Pet. Why, how now, Kate ? I hope thou art not mad : 
 This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither'd ; 
 And not a maiden, as thou say'st he is. 
 
 Kath. Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes, 
 That have been so bedazzled with the — , 
 
 Pet. Sun ! 
 
 Kath. The Sun, 
 
 That everything I look on seemeth green : 
 Now I perceive thou art a reverend father ; 
 Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad mistaking. 
 
 Pet. Do, good old grandsire ; 
 And wander with us now to see thy honest son : 
 Who will of thy arrival be full joyous : 
 
 Come go along and see the truth hereof — [ To HORTENSIO, 
 Is not this well ? — Come, my sweet Kate, 
 Better once than never — and never once too late ! 
 
 [Curtis enters and assists Katharine to her robe and 
 hat. 
 
 Curtain. 
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ACT V. 
 
 Scene i. — Before Lucentio's house. Gateway below ; win- 
 dow above at R. 
 
 BlONDELLO runs on from L., looks round to see all clear, then 
 goes to door, R. c, and beckons LUCENTIO and BlANCA, 
 who enter softly. 
 
 Bion. Softly and swiftly, sir ; for the priest is ready. 
 
 Luc. I fly, Biondello ; but they may chance to need thee at 
 home, therefore leave us. 
 
 Bion. Nay, faith, I'll see the church o' your back ; and then 
 come back to my master as soon as I can. 
 
 {Exeunt LUCENTIO, BlANCA, and BlONDELLO, off-L. 
 
 Enter Gremio from R. 
 
 Gre. I marvel Cambio comes not all this while. 
 
 Enter ViNCENTio and Hortensio/?w/z L. 
 
 Hor. Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's house ; 
 And here I leave you, sir. 
 
 Vin. You shall not choose but drink before you go ; 
 I think I shall command your welcome here, 
 And by all likelihood, some cheer is toward. {Knocks. 
 
 Gre. They're busy within, you were best knock louder. 
 
 [ViNCENTio knocks again. 
 
 Enter Pedant above at a wiizdow. 
 
 Ped. What's he that knocks as he would beat down the 
 
 gate? 
 Vin. Is signior Lucentio within, sir ? 
 Ped. He's within, sir, but not to be spoken withal. 
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 Vin. What if a man bring him a hundred pound or two to 
 make merry withal ? 
 
 Ped. Keep your hundred pounds to yourself; he shall need 
 none, as long as I live. 
 
 Hor. I pray you, tell signior Lucentio, that his father is 
 come from Pisa, and is here at the door to speak with him. 
 
 Ped. Thou liest ; his father is come from Pisa, and here 
 looking out at the window. 
 Vin. Art thou his father ? 
 
 Ped. Ay, sir. So his mother says. 
 
 Re-enter Biondello from L. 
 
 Bion. I have seen them in the church together ; but who 
 is here ? mine old master, Vincentio? now we are undone, and 
 brought to nothing. 
 
 Vin. Come hither, crack-hemp. {Seeing Biondello. 
 
 Bion. Sir ! sir ! sir ! 
 
 Vin. Come hither, you rogue ; what, have you forgotten 
 me ? 
 
 Bion. Forgot you ? no, sir ; I could not forget you, for I 
 never saw you before in all my life. 
 
 Vin. What, you notorious villain, didst thou never see thy 
 master's father, Vincentio ? 
 
 Bion. What, my old, worshipful old master ? yes, marry, 
 sir ; see where he looks out of the window. 
 
 Vin. Is't so, indeed ? [Beats BIONDELLO. 
 
 Bion. Help, help, help ! here's a madman will murder me. 
 
 [Exit, R. 
 
 Ped. Help, son ! help, signior Baptista ! 
 
 [Exit from the window. 
 
 Re-enter Pedant below ; Baptista, Tranio, r. c. 
 
 Tra. Sir, what are you that offer to beat my servant ? 
 
 Vin. What am I, sir ? nay, what are you, sir ? — O im- 
 mortal gods ! O fine villain ! A silken doublet ! a velvet 
 hose ! a scarlet cloak ! and a copatain hat ! — O, I am undone, 
 I am undone ! while I play the good husband at home, my son 
 and my servant spend all at the university. 
 
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TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 Bap. What, is the man lunatic ? 
 
 Tra. Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman by your 
 habit, but your words show you a madman. Why, sir, what 
 concerns it you if I wear pearl and gold ? I thank my good 
 father, I am able to maintain it. 
 
 Vin. Thy father ? O villain ! he is a sail-maker in Bergamo. 
 
 Tra. Call forth an officer : carry this mad knave to the 
 gaol : — Father Baptista, I charge you see that he be forth- 
 coming. 
 
 Vin. Carry me to the gaol ! 
 
 Gre. Take heed, signior Baptista, lest you be coney-catched 
 in this business ; I dare swear this is the right Vincentio. 
 
 Ped. Swear, if thou darest. 
 
 Gre. Nay, I dare not swear it. 
 
 Tra. Then thou wert best say that I am not Lucentio. 
 
 Gre. Yes, I know thee to be signior Lucentio. 
 
 Bap. Away with the dotard ; to the gaol with him. 
 
 Re-enter Lucentio and BiANCA from L. 
 
 Ltic. Pardon, sweet father. [Kneeling. 
 
 Vin. Lives my sweet son ? 
 
 [Tranio and Pedant run out, r. 
 
 Bian. Pardon, dear father. [Kneeling. 
 
 Bap. How hast thou offended ? 
 
 Where is Lucentio ? 
 
 Luc. Here's Lucentio, 
 
 Right son unto the right Vincentio ; 
 That have by marriage made thy daughter mine, 
 While counterfeit supposes blear'd thine eyne. 
 
 Bap. [To Lucentio.] Have you married my daughter 
 without asking my good-will ? 
 
 Vin. Fear not, Baptista ; we will content you : go to : but 
 I will in, to be revenged for all this villainy. [Exit, R. C. 
 
 Bap. And I, to sound the depth of all this knavery. 
 
 Exit, R. c. 
 
 Luc. Look not pale, Bianca ; thy father will not frown. 
 
 [Exeunt Lucentio and Bianca, r. c. 
 
 Gre. My cake is dough. [Exit, R. C. 
 
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TAMING OF THE SHREW 
 
 Last Scene. — A hall in Lucentio's house. A banquet set 
 out. 
 
 The company is seated about a table, which is plentifully lighted 
 and handsomely set. Baptista, r. ; Petruchio and 
 Katharine at his l., Lucentio and Bianca at their 
 L. Hortensio and Widow at the L. Gremio and 
 ViNCENTio at the R. Others in places. GRUMIO, 
 BlONDELLO, and servants in attendance. In the gallery 
 beyond, a choir is singing as the scene is disclosed. 
 
 SOLO AND CHORUS. 
 
 Should he upbraid, I'll own that he prevail, 
 And sing as sweetly as the nightingale ; 
 Say that he frown, I'll say his looks I view 
 As morning roses newly washed with dew ; 
 Say he be mute, I'll answer with a smile, 
 I'll dance and play and will his care beguile. 
 
 [After the song LUCENTIO rises. 
 
 Luc. At last, though long, our jarring notes agree ; 
 And time it is, when raging war is done, 
 To smile at 'scapes and perils overblown. 
 My banquet was to close our stomachs up, 
 After our great good cheer ; 
 For now we sit to chat, as well as eat. 
 
 \_They rise from table. 
 Pet. Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat. 
 Bap. Padua affords this kindness, son Petruchio. 
 Pet. Padua affords nothing but wh?t is kind. 
 Bian. You are welcome all ! 
 
 \The ladies withdraw and exeunt, R. The WIDOW 
 shakes her finger wamingly at HORTENSIO. 
 Pet. Now, for my life, Hortensio fears his widow. 
 Hor. He that is giddy thinks the world turns round. 
 Luc. How mean you that ? 
 Hor. Petruchio, being troubled with a shrew, 
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 Measures another husband's sorrow by his woe : 
 And now you know my meaning. 
 
 Gre. \To Petruchio.] Tis thought, your deer does hold 
 you at a bay. 
 
 Bap. O ho, Petruchio, Lucentio hits you now. 
 
 Hor. Confess, confess, hath he not hit you here ? 
 
 Pet. 'A has a little gall'd me, I confess ; 
 And, as the jest did glance away from me, 
 'Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright. - 
 
 Bap. Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio, 
 I think thou hast the veriest shrew of all. 
 
 Pet. Well, I say — no : and, therefore, for assurance, 
 Let's each one send unto 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. 
 
 Hor. Content : what is the wager ? 
 
 Luc. Twenty crowns. 
 
 Pet. Twenty crowns ! 
 I'll venture so much of my hawk, or hound, 
 But twenty times so much upon my wife. 
 
 Luc. A hundred, then. 
 
 Hor. Content. 
 
 Pet. A match ; 'tis done. 
 
 Hor. Who will begin ? 
 
 Luc. That will I. 
 
 Go, Biondello, bid your mistress come to me. 
 
 Bion. I go. {Exit, R. 
 
 Bap. Son, I will be your half, Bianca comes. 
 
 Luc. I'll have no halves ; I'll bear it all myself. 
 
 How now ! what news ? 
 
 Bion. Sir, my mistress sends you word 
 
 That she is busy, and that she cannot come. 
 
 Pet. How ! she is busy, and she cannot cornel 
 Is that an answer ? 
 
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 Gre. Ay, and a kind one too : 
 
 Pray Jove, sir, your wife send you not a worse. 
 
 Pet. I hope, better. 
 
 Hor. Sirrah Grumio, go, and entreat my wife, 
 To come to me forthwith. {Exit GRUMIO, R. 
 
 Pet. O, ho ! entreat her ! 
 
 Nay, then she must needs come. 
 
 Hor. I am afraid, sir, 
 
 Do what you can, yours will not be entreated. 
 
 Re-enter GrumIo, r. 
 
 Now where's my wife ? 
 
 Gru. She says, you have some goodly jest in hand ; 
 She will not come ; she bids you come to her. 
 
 Pet. Worse and worse ; she will not come ! O vile, 
 Intolerable, not to be endur'd ! 
 Sirrah Grumio, go to your mistress ; 
 Say, I command her come to me. [Exit GRUMIO, R. 
 
 Hor. I know her answer. 
 
 Pet. What ? 
 
 Hor. She will not. 
 
 Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end. 
 
 Enter Katharine and Grumio. 
 
 Bap. Now, by my holidam, here comes Katharine ! 
 
 Kath. What is your will, sir, that you send for me ? 
 
 Pet. Where is your sister, and Hortensio's wife ? 
 
 Kath. They sit conferring by the parlor fire. 
 
 Pet. Go, fetch them hither; if they deny to come, 
 Swinge me them soundly forth unto their husbands : 
 Away, I say, and bring them hither straight. 
 
 [Exit Katharine, r. 
 
 Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder. 
 
 Hor. And so it is ; I wonder what it bodes. 
 
 Pet. Marry, peace, it bodes, and love, and quiet life, 
 A lawful rule, and right supremacy ; 
 And, to be short, what not, that's sweet and happy. 
 
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TAMING OF THE SHREW. 
 
 Bap. Fow fair befall thee, good Petruchio ! 
 The wager thou hast won ; and I will add 
 Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns, 
 Another dowry to another daughter, 
 For she is chang'd, as she had never been. 
 
 Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet ; 
 And show more sign of her obedience, 
 Her new-built virtue and obedience. 
 
 Re-enter Katharine, with Bianca and Widow, who go to 
 their husbands showing resentment 
 
 See, where she comes ; and brings your froward wives, 
 As prisoners to her womanly persuasion. 
 Katharine, that cap of yours becomes you not ; 
 Off with that bauble, throw it under foot. 
 
 Wid. Lord, let me ever have a cause to sigh, 
 Till I be brought to such a silly pass ? 
 
 Bian. Fie ! what a foolish duty call you this ? 
 
 Luc. I would, your duty were as foolish too : 
 The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca, 
 Hath cost me an hundred crowns since supper-time. 
 
 Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty. 
 
 Pet. Katharine, I charge thee, tell these headstrong women, 
 What duty 'tis they owe their lords and husbands. 
 
 Wid. Come, come, you're mocking ; we will have no tell- 
 ing. 
 
 Pet. Come on, I say ; and first begin with her. 
 
 Wid. She shall not. 
 
 Pet. I say, she shall ; — and first begin with her. 
 
 Kath. {Going to Widow.] Fie! fie! unknit that threat'n- 
 ing unkind brow ; 
 And dart not scornful glances from those eyes, 
 To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor : 
 It blots thy beauty, as frosts do bite the meads, 
 Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair buds, 
 And in no sense is meet or amiable. 
 A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled. 
 Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty ; 
 
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 And, while it is so, none so dry or thirsty- 
 Will deign to sip, or touch one drop of it. 
 
 [ Turning to BlANCA. 
 Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, 
 Thy head, thy sovereign ; one that cares for thee, 
 And for thy maintenance ; commits his body 
 To painful labor, both by sea and land ; 
 To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, 
 Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe ; 
 And craves no other tribute at thy hands, 
 But love, fair looks, and true obedience, — 
 Too little payment for so great a debt. 
 
 [Addressing Petruchio. 
 Such duty as the subject owes the prince, 
 Even such, a woman oweth to her husband : 
 And, when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour, 
 And not obedient to his honest will, 
 What is she, but a foul contending rebel, 
 And graceless traitor to her loving lord ? 
 
 Pet. Why, there's a wench ! — come on, and kiss me, Kate. 
 We three are married, but you two are sped. 
 Kiss me, my Kate ; and, since thou art become 
 So prudent, kind and dutiful a wife, 
 Petruchio here shall doff the lordly husband ; 
 An honest mask, which I throw off with pleasure. [He kneels 
 
 and kisses her hand. .] 
 And be our future lives one gentle stream 
 Of mutual love, compliance, and regard ! 
 
 Kath. Nay, truly then, I am ashamed, 
 And look with blushes on my former self! [Makes him rise. 
 Why is it women will so simple be, 
 As offer war, where they should kneel for peace ; 
 Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway, 
 When they are bound to honor, love, obey ? 
 
 Curtain. 
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