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Taming of the Shrews

Actus primus. Scena Prima.

Enter Begger and Hoses, Christopher Sly.

Begger.

Le pheeze you infaith.

Hoſt. A paire of ſtockes you rogue.

Beg. Yare a baggage, the Slies are no Rogues.

Looke in the Chronicles, wee came in with Richard

Conqueror : therefore Pan CAS pallabris, let the world slide: Sella.

Hoſt. You will not pay for the glasses you haue burt?

Beg. No, not a deniere : goe by Ieranimie, goe to thy cold
bed, and warme thee.

Hoſt. I know my remedie, I muſt goe fetch the Head-borough.

Beg. Third, or fourth, or fifth Borough, Ile anſwere him by
Law. Ile not budge an inch boy: Let him come and kindly.

Falles aſſeepc.

Winde hornes. Enter a Lord from hunting, with his traine.

Lo. Huntſman I charge thee, tender well my hounds,
Brach Meriman, the poore Curre is imſeſt.

And couple Clowder with the deepe mouth'd brach,
Saw'ſt thou not boy how Siluer made it good,
At the hedge corner, in the coldeſt ſault,
I would not looſe the dogge for twentie pound.

Huntſ. Why Belman is as good as he my Lord,
He cried upon it at the meereſt loffe,
And twice to day pick'd out the dulleſt ſent,
Trust me, I take him for the dogge.

Lord. Thou art a foole, if Eccho were as fleete,

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I would feele me him worth a dozen such;

But fup them well, and looke vnto them all.

To morrow I intend to hunt againe.

Huntſ. I will my Lord.

Lord. What's heere? One dead, or drunke? See doth he breath?

2. Hain. He breath's my Lord. Were he not warm'd with Ale,
this were a bed but cold to sleepe so foundly.

Lord. Oh mounſtrous beaſt, how like a ſwine he lyes.
Gruime death how foule and loathsome is thine image:

Sirs, I will praeſiſe on this drunken man.

What thinke you, if he were conuey'd to bed,

Wrap'd in ſweet cloathes: Rings put vpon his ſingers :

A moſt delicious banquet by his bed,

And braue attendants neere him when he wakes,

Would not the begger then forget himſelfe ?

1. Huntſ. Beleeue me Lord, I thinke hee cannot choose,

2. H. It would ſeeme ſtrange vnto him when he wak'd,

Lord. Euen as a flat'ring dreame, or worthles ſancie.

Then take him vp, and manage well the ieſt :

Carrie him gently to my faireſt Chamber,

And hang it round with all my wanton pictures.

Balme his foule head in warme diſtilled waters,

And burne ſweet Wood to make the lodging (weete :

Procure me muſſicke readie when he wakes,

To make a dulcet and a heauenly found :

And if he chance to ſpeake, be ready ſtraight
(And with alow ſubmiſſive reuerence)

Say, what is it your honor will command :

Let one attend him with a filuer Baſon

Full of reſe-water. And beſtrew'd with flowers,

Another beare the Ewer: the third a Diaper,

And ſay wilt please your Lordſhip coole your hands.

Some one be readie with a coſtly ſuiſe,

And aske him what apparell he will weare:

Another tell him of his Hounds and Hors e,

And that his Lady mournes at his diſeafe,

Perſwade him that he hath bin Lunaticke,

And when he ſayes he is, ſay that he dreames,

For he is nothing but a mightie Lord :

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This do, and doe it kindly, gentle ſirs,

It will be paſt time paſſing excellent,

If it be hufbanded with modestie.

1. Huntſ. My Lord I warrant you we wil play our part
As he ſhall thinke by our true dilligence
He is no leſſe then what we ſay he is.

Lord. Take him vp gently, and to bed with him,
And each one to his office when he wakes.

Sound Trumpets.

Sirrah, go see what Trumpet'tis that found s,

Belike ſome Noble Gentleman that meanes

(Trauelling ſome iourney) to repofe him heere.

Enter Seruingman.

How now ? who is it ?

Ser. An't please your Honor, players
That offer ſeruice to your Lordſhip.

Enter players.

Lord. Bid them come neere;

Now ſellowes, you are welcome.

Players. We thanke your Honor.

Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to night ?

2. Player. So please your Lordſhip to accept our ieſt.

Lord. With all my heart. This ſellow I remember,

Since once he plaide a Farmers eldeſt ſonne,

T was where you weo'd the Gentlewoman so well:

I haue forgot your name: but ſure that part

Was aptly fitted, and naturally perform'd,

Sincklo. I thinke 'twas Soto that your Honor meanes.

Lord. 'Tis verie true, thou didst it excellent :

Well you are come to me in happie time,

The rather for I haue ſome ſport in hand,

Wherein your cunning can affift me much.

There is a Lord will heare you play to night ;

But I am doubtfull of your modesties,

Leaſt (ouer-eying of his odde behaiour,

For yet his honor neuer heard a play)

You breake into ſome merrie paſſion,

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And so offend him: for I tell you first,
If you should smile, he growes impatient.

Play. Feare not my Lord we can containe our felues,
Were he the veriest anticke in the world.

Lord. Go firra, Take them to the Butterie,
And giue them friendly welcome euery one,
Let them want nothing that my house affoords.

Exit one with the Players.

Sirra go you to Bartholmew my page,
And fee him drest in all suites like a Ladie:
That done, conduct him to the drunkards chamber,
And call him Madam, do him obeisance:
Tell him from me (as he will win my loue)
He bare himselve with honorable action,
Such as he hath obseru'd in noble Ladies
Vnto their Lords, by them accomplished,
Such dutie to the drunkard let him do:
With soft lowe tongue, and lowly curtesie,
And say: What is't your Honor doth command,
Wherein your Ladie, and your humble wife,
May shew her dutie, and make knowne her loue.
And then with kinde imbracements, tempting killes,
And with declining head into his bosome
Bid him shed teares, as being ouer-joyed
To see her noble Lord restor'd to health,
Who for this feuen yeares hath esteemed him
No better then a poore and loathsome begger:
And if the boy haue not a womans guift
To raine a shower of commanded teares,
An Onion will do well for such a shift,
Which in a Napkin (being close-coneied)
Shall in despight enforce a waterie eie:
See this dispatch'd with all the haft thou canst,
Anon he giue thee more instructions.

Exit a servingman.

I know the boy will wel vsurpe the grace,
Voice, gate, and action of a Gentlewoman:

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I long to heare him call the drunkard husband,
And how my men will stay them selues from laughter,
When they do homage to this simple peasant,
He in to counsell them: haply my prefence
May well abate the ouer-merie I pleene,
Which otherwife would grow into extreames.

Enter aloft the drunkard with attendants, some with apparel,
Bason and Ewer, & other appurtenances, & Lord.

Beg. For Gods sake a pot of small Ale.

1. Ser. Wilt please your Lordship drinke a cup of sacke?

2. Ser. Wilt please your Honor taſte of these Conſerues?

3. Ser. What raiment will your honor weare to day.

Beg. I am Chriſtophor o Sly, call not mee Honor nor Lord-
ship: I ne're dranke sacke in my life: and if you giue me any Con-
ferues, giue mee conferues of Beeſe: nere ask me what raiment He
weare, for I haue no more doublets then Backes: no more stock-
ings then legges:nor no more ſhooes then feet, nay ſometime more
feet then ſhooes, or ſuch ſhooes as my toes looke through the o-
uer leather.

Lord. Heauen ceaſe this idle humor in your Honor.
Oh that a mightie man of ſuch diſcent,
Of ſuch poſſeffions, and of high eſteeme
Should be inſuſed with ſo foule a ſpirit.

Beg. What would you make me mad? Am not I Christopher Slie,
old Slies ſonne of Burton heath by byrth a Pedler, by education a
Cardmaker, by transmutation a Beare-heard, and now by preſent
profession a Tinker. Aske Marrian Hacket the fat Alewife of
Wincot, if shee know me not: if she fay I am not xiii. d. on the
ſcore for ſheere Ale; ſcore mee vp for the lyingſt knaue in
Chrifterndome. What I am not beſtraught: here's

3. Man. Oh this it is that makes your Ladie mourne.

2. Mar. Oh this is it that makes your ſeruants droop.

Lord. Hence comes it, that your kindred ſhuns your house
As beate en hence by your ſtrange Lunacie.
Oh Noble Lord, bethink thee of thy birth,
Call home thy ancient thoughts from baniſhment,
And baniſh hence these abieſt lowlie dremes:
Acoke how thy ſeruants do attend on th ee,

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Each in his office readie at thy becke,
Wilt thou have musicke? Harke Apollo playes, Musicke
And twentie caged Nightingales do sing,
Or wilt thou fleepe? Weel haue thee to a Couch,
Softer and sweeter then the just full bed
On purpose trim'd vp for Semiramis.

Say thou wilt walke : we will beſtrow the ground.
Or wilt thou ride ? thy horſes ſhall be trap'd,
Their harmeſſe rudded all with Gold and Pearle.

Doſt thou loue hawking? Thou haſt hawkes will soare
About the Morning Laſke. Or wilt thou hunt,
Thy bounds ſhall make the Welkin anſwer them
And fetch ſhrill ecchoes from the hollow earth;

1 Man. Say thou wilt course, thy gray-hounds are as ſwift
As breathed Stags: I fleeter then the Roe.

2 M. Doſt thou loue pictures? we will fetch thee frais
Adonis painted by a running brooke,
And Cirſherea all in ſedges bid,
Which ſeeme to moue and wanton with her breath,
Euen as the wauing ſedges play with winde.

Lord. Weel ſhew thee, as she was a Maid,
And how ſhe was beguiled and ſurpriz'd,
As linelie painted, as the deede was done.

3 Man. Or Daphne roming through a thornie wood,
Scratching her legs, that one ſhal ſweare the bleeds,
And at that ſight ſhall ſad Apollo weepe,
So workmanlie the blood and teares are drawne.

Lord. Thou art a Lord and nothing but a Lord:
Thou haſt a Ladie farre more Beautifull,
Then any woman in this waining age.

1 Man. And til the teares that ſhe hath ſhed for thee,
Like enuious flouds ore run her louely face,
She was the faireſt creature in the world,
And yet ſhe is inferiour to none.

Beg. Am I a Lord and haue I ſuch a Ladie?
Or do I dreame? Or haue I dream'd till now?
I do not ſeepe: I ſee, I heare, I ſpeake:
I ſmell ſweet ſauors, and I ſeele ſoft things:
Vpon my life I am a Lord indeede,

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And not a Tinker, nor Christopher Slie.
Well, bring our ladie hither to our light,
And once againe a pot o'th smallest Ale.

2. Man. Wilt please your mightineſſe to wash your hands:
Oh how we joy to see your wit reſt o'd,
Oh that once more you knew but what you are:
These ſiſtene yceres you haue bin in a dreame,
Or when you wak'd, so wak'd as if you flept.

Beg. These ſiſtene yceres, by my ray, a goodly nap,
But did I neuer ſpeake of all that time.

1 Man. Oh yes my Lord, but verie idle words
For though you lay heere in this goodlie chamber,
Yet would you lay, ye weare beaten out of door,
And raile vpon the Hottetſle of the houſe,
And say you would preſent her at the Leete,
Because ſhe brought ſtone-ings, and no sea'ld quarts:
Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket.

Beg. I, the womans maid of the houſe.

3. Man. Why fir you konw no houſe, nor no ſuch maid
Nor no ſuch men as you haue reckon'd vp,
As Stephen Slie, and old John Naps of Greece,
And Peter Turph, and Henry Pimpernell,
And twentie more ſuch names and men as these,
Which neuer were, nor no man euer ſaw.

Beg. Now Lord be thanked for my good amends. All, Amen.

Enter Ladie with Attendants.

Beg. I thanketh thee, thou ſhalt not loose by it.

Lady. How fares my noble Lord?

Beg. Marrie I fare well, for heere is cheere enough.
Where is my wife?

La. Heere noble Lord, what is thy will with her

Beg. Are you my wife and will not call mee husband?

My men should call mee Lord, I am your good-man.

La. My husband and my Lord, my Lord and husband I am your
wife in all obedience.

Beg. I know it well, what muſt I call her?

Lord. Madam.

Beg. Alce Madam, or Ione Madam?

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Lord. Madam, and nothing else, so Lords call Ladies
Beg. Madame wife, they say that I haue dream'd,
And slept about some fifteen yeare or more.

Lady. I, and the time seeme's thirty vnto me,
Being all this time abandon'd from your bed.

Beg. 'Tis much, feruants leaue me and her alone :
Madam vndretelle you, and come now to bed.

La. Thrice noble Lord, Let me intreate of you
To pardon me yet for a night or two;
Or if not so, vntill the Sun be set.

For your Phylitions haue expreſtely charg'd,
In perill to incurre you former malady,

That I should yet abſent me from your bed :
I hope this reaſon ſtands for my excufe.

Beg. I, it stands so that I may hardly tarry so long:
But I would be loth to fall into my dreames againe: I will there-
fore tarry in deſpight of the ſlesh and the blood.

### Enter a Messenger.

Mess. Your Honors Players hearing your amendment,
Are come to play a pleafant Comedie,
For so your Doctors hold it verie meete,

Seeing too much ſadneſſe hath congeal'd your blood,
And melancholly is the Nurſe of trenzie,

Therefore they thought it good you heare a play,

And frame your minde to mirth and merriment,
Which barres a thousand harmes, and lengthens life.

Beg. Marrie I will let them play, it is not a Commontie, a
Christmas gambold, or a tumbling tricke ?

Lady. No my good Lord, it is more pleafing fluffe.

Beg. What household fluffe.

Lady. It is a kind of hiftory.

Beg. Well, we'll see't:
Com Madam wife fit by my ſide,

And let the world ſlip, wee ſhall nere be yonger.

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Enter Lucentio, and his man Triario.

Luc. Tranio, ſince for the great deſire I had
To ſee faire Padua, nurſerie of Arts,

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I, am arriu'd for fruitfull Lumbardie,
The pleafant garden of great Italy,

And by my fathers loue and leaue am arm'd
With his good will, and thy good companie.

My trutſic ſeruant well approu'd in all,
Heere let vs breath, and haply inſtitute

A course of Learning, and ingenious ſtudies.

Pisa renowned for graue Citizens

Gauſe me my being, and my father firſt

A Merchant of great Traſſicke through the world :

Vincentio's come of the Bentivolij,

Vincentio's ſonne, brought vp in Florence,

It ſhall become to ſerue all hopes conceiu'd

To decke his fortune with his vertuous deedeſ:

And therefore Tranio, for the time I ſtudie,

Vertue and that part of Philofophie

Willing I applie, that treates of happineſſe,

By verue ſpecially to beatchieu'd.

Tell me thy minde, for I haue Pisa left,

And am to Padua come, as he that leaues

A ſhallow plaſh, to plunge him in the deede,

And with ſacietie ſeekeſ to quench his thirtſt.

Tra. A me Pardinato, gentle maſter mine:

I am in all affected as your ſelfe,

Glad that you thus continue your refolue,

To fucke the Sweets of SWEETE Philofophie.

Onely (good maſter) while we do admire

This vertue, and this morall diſcipline,

Let's be no Stoickes, nor no ſtockes I pray,

Or soe deuote to Aristotles checkes

As Onid; be an out-cast quite abiur'd:

Balke Logicke with acquaintance that you haue,

And præſe Rhetorike in your common talke,

Muſicke and poeſiſe, to quicken you,

The Mathematicke and the Metaphysiſſes

Fall to them as you finde your ſtomacke ſerues you:

No prouer growes where is no pleafure tane :

In brauſe ſir, ſtudie what you moſt affect.

Luc. Gramercies Tranio, well doſt thou aduife,

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If Biondello thou wert come aghore,
We could at once put vs in readinelle,
And take a Lodging fit to entertaine
Such friendes (as time) in Padua shall beget.
But stay a while, what companie is this?
Tra. Master some shew to welcome vs to Towne.

Enter Baptista with and his two daughters, Katerina Bianca.
Gremio a Pantelowne, Hortensio sifter to Bianca.
Lucen Tranio, stand by.

Bap. Gentlemen importune me no farther,
For how I firmly am refolued you know:
That is, not to beſtow my yongest daughter,
Before I haue a husband for the elder:
If either of you both loue Katherina,
Because I know you well, and loue you well,
Leaue shall you haue to court her at your pleature.

Gre. To cart her rather. She's to rough for mee,
There, there Hortensio, will you any Wife?

Kate. I pray you fir, is it your will
To make a talle of me amongst these mates?

Hor. Mates, maid, how meane you that ?
No mates for you,
Vulcane you were of Gentler milder mould.

Kate. I faith fir, you shall neuer neede to feare,
I-wis it is not halfe way to her hearts.

But if it were, doubt not, her care should be;
To combe your noddle with a three-legg'd foolde,
And paint your face, and vſe you like a foolde.

Hor. From all such diuels, good Lord deliuervs.

Gre. And me too, good Lord.

Tra. Huthg after, here's some good pastime toward;
That wench is starke mad, or wonderfull froward.

Lucen. But in the others ſilence do I see,
Mauds milde behaviour and ſobrictie.

Peace Tranio.

Tra. Well said Mr, mum, and gaze your fill.

Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soone make good.

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What I haue said Bianca get you in,
And let it not displease thee good Bianca,
For I will loue thee nere the least my girle.

Kate. A pretty peate, it is best put finger in the eye, and the
knew why.

Bian. Sifter content you in my discontent.
Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe:
My books and instruments shall be my companie,
On them to looke, and practise by my selfe.

Luc. Harke Tranio, thou maist heare Minerva speak.

Hor. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange,
Sorrie am I that our good will effects

Bianca's greefe.

Gre. Why will you mew her vp
(Signior Baptista) for this fiend of hell,
And make her beare the pennance of her tongue.

Bap. Gentlemen content ye: I am refolued:
Go in Bianca.

And for I know the taketh most delight
In Musicke, Instruments, and Poetry,
Schoolemaſters will I keepe within my house,
Fito intruſt her youth. If you Hortenſio,
Or Signior Gremio you know any ſuch,
Preferre them hither: for to cunning men,
I will be very kind and liberall,
To mine owne children, in good bringing vp,
And so farewell: Katherina you may stay,
For I haue more to commune with Bianca.

Kate. Why and I ruſt I may go too, may I not?
What shall I be appointed hours, as though
(Belike) I knew not what to take,
And what to leaue? Ha.

Gre. You may go to the diuels dam: your gifts are so good
here's none will holde you: There loue is not so great Horten-
ſo, but we may blow our nails together, and faſt it fairely out.
Our cakes dough on both fides. Farewell: yet for the loue I beare
my sweete Bianca, if I can by any meanes light on a ſic man to
teach her that wherein ſhee delightes, I will with him to her
father.

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Hor. So will I fignour Gremio: but a word! I pray: Though the nature of our quarrell yet neuer brook'd Patle, know now vpon aduice, it toucheth vs both: that we may yet againe haue accesse to your faire Mistris , and be happie rivals in Bianca's loue, to labour and effect one thing especially.

Gre. What's that I pray ?

Hor. Marrie fir to get a husband for her Sifter.

Gre. A husband: a diuell.

Hor. I say a husband.

Gre. I say, a diuell: Thin k'iſt thou Horenſo, though her father be verie rich, any man is ſo verie a fool to be married to hell ?

Hor. Tuth Gremio: though it paſſe your patience & mine to endure her lowd alarums, why man there be good fellowes in the world, and a man could light on them, would take her with all faults, and mony enough.

Gre. I cannot tell: but I had as lief take her dowrie with this condition, To be whipt at the high croſſe euerie morning.

Hor. Faith (as you fay) there's small choice in rotten apples: but come, ſince this bar in law makes vs friends, it shall be ſo farre forth friendly maintain'd, till by helping Baptiftas eldeſt daugh ter to a husband, wee ſet his yongest free for a husband, and then haue too t'afreſh; Sweete Bianca, happy man be his dote: he that runnes faſſeſt, gets the Ring: How ſay you ſignior Gremio?

Grem. I am agreed, and would I had giuen him the best horſe in Padua to begin his woing that would thoroughly woe her, wed her, and bed her, andridde the house of her. Come on.

Exeunt ambo. Manet Tranio and Lucentio.

Tra. I pray fir tel me, is it poffible That loue should of a sodaine take ſuch hold.

Luc. Oh Tranio till I found it to be true, I neuer thought it poffible or likely. But ſee, while idely I ſtood looking on, I found the effect of loue in idlenesse, And now in plainenſe do confenſe to thee That art to mec as ſecret and as deere

As Anna to the Queene of Carthage was:
Tranio I burne, I pine, I perſh Tranio,
If I atchueieue not this yong modelt gyre:

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Counſail 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,
Aſſeſtion is not rated from the heart:
If loue haue touch'd you, naught remaines but so,
Redime te captam quam quas minimo.

Luc. Gramercies Lad: Go forward, this contents,
The reſt will comfort, for thy counſels found.

Tra. Maſter, you look'd ſo longly on the maide,
Perhaps you mark'd not what's the pith of all.

Luc. Oh yes, I saw ſweete beautie in her face,
Such as the daughter of Agenor had,
That made great Ioue to humble him to her hand,
When with his knees he kilt the Cretan ſtrond.

Tra. Saw you no more? mark'd you not how her ſitter began to ſcold, and raiſe vp ſuch a ſtorme,
That mortal eares might hardly indure the din.

Luc. Tranio, I saw her corrall lips to moue,
And with her breath ſhe did perfume the ayre,
Sacred and ſweete was all I saw in her.

Tra. Nay, then 'tis time to ſtirre him from histrance :
I pray you awake fir: if you loue the Maide,
Bend thoughts and wits to atchieue her. Thus it stands:
Her elde ſitter is ſo curſt and ſhrew'd,
That till the Father rid his hands of her,
Maſter, your loue muſt liue a maide at home,
And therefore has he cloſely meu'd her vp,
Because ſhe will not be annoy'd with ſuiters.

Luc. Ah Tranio, what a cruell Father he :
But art thou not aduised, he rooke ſome care
To get her cuning Schoolemaſters to inſtruſt her.

Tra. I marrie am I fir, and now 'tis plotted.

Luc. I haue it Tranio.

Tra. Maſter, for my hand,
Both our inuentions meet and iumpe in one.

Luc. Tell methine firſt.

Tra. You will be schoole-maſter,
And vndertake the teaching of the maids:
That's your device.

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Luc. It is: May it be done?

Tra. Not possible: for who shall beare your part,
And be in Padua heere Vincentio's tonne,
Keepe house, and ply his booke, welcome his friends,
Visit his Countriemen, and banquet them?

Luc. Baffa, content thee: for I haue it full.
We haue not yet bin seene in any house,
Nor can we be distinguished by our faces,
For man or matter: then it followes thus;
Thou fhalt be master, Tranio in my sted:
Keepe house, and port, and ſeruants as I should,
I will ſome other be, some Florentine,
Some Neapolitan, or meaner man of Pisa.
'Tis hatch'd, and shall be ſoe: Tranio at once
Vncaſe thee: take my Conlord hat and cloake,
When Biondello comes, he waites on thee,
But I will charme him firſt to keepe his tongue.

Tra. So had you neede:
In breeſe Sir, fit it your pleasure is,
And I am tied to be obedient,
For ſo your father charg'd me at our parting;
Be ſeruiceable to my ſonne (quoth he)
Although I thinke it was in another ſence,
I am content to be Lucentio,
Because ſo well lloue Lucentio.

Luc. Tranio be ſo, becauſe Lucentio loues,
And let me be a ſlaue, t'atchiue that maide,
Whose ſodaine fight hath thral'd my wounded eye.

Enter Biondello.

Heere comes the rogue. Sirra, where haue you bin?

Bion. Where haue I beene? Nay how now, where are you?
Master ha's my fellow Tranio stolne your clothes, or you stolne
his, or both? Pray what's the newes?

Luc. Sirra come hither, 'tis no time to ieſt,
And therefore frame your manners to the time
Your fellow Tranio heere to ſaue my life,
Puts my apparell, and my countenance on,
And I for my eſcape haue put on his:

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For in a quarrell ſince I came althore,
I kiſt a man, and feare I was defcrid:

Waite you on him, I charge you, as becomes:
While I make way from hence to ſaue my life:
You vnderstand me?

Bion. I fir ne're a whit.

Luc. And not a iot of Tranio in your mouth,
Tranio is chang'd into Lucentio.

Bion. The better for him, would I were ſo too.

Tra. So could I 'taith boy, to haue the next with after, that Lucentio indeede had Bajefias yongeſt daughter. But firra not for my ſake, but your matters, I aduife you vſe your manners diſcreetly in all kind of companies: When I am alone, why then I am Tranio: but in all places eſſe, you maſter Lucentio.

Luc. Tranio let's go:
One thing more reſts, that th' ſelfe execute,

To make one among theſe wooers: if thou aske mee why, Sufficeth me: my reaſons are both good and waighty.

Ex. unt. The Preſenters aboue ſpeakes.

I. Man. My Lord you nod, you do not minde the play.

Beg. Yes by Saint Anne do I, a good matter ſurely: Comes there any more of it?

Lady. My Lord, 'tis but begun.

Beg. 'Tis a verie excellent piece of worke, Madame Ladie: Would it were done.

They ſit and marke.

Enter Petrucio, and his man Grumio.

Petr. Verona, for a while I take my leaue,
To ſee my friends in Padua; but of all
My beſt beloved and approu'd friend

Hortenſo: and I trow this is his house:
Heere firra Grumio, knocke I ſay,

Gru. Knocke fir? whome should I knocke? Is there any man
ha's rebsu'd your worſhip?

Petr. Villaine I ſay, knocke me heere foundly.

Gru. Knocke you heere fir? Why fir, what am I fir, that I should
knocke you heere fir.

Petr. Villaine I ſay, knocke me at this gate,
And rap me well, or Ile knocke your knaues pate.

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Gru. My Mr is growne quarrelsome:
I should knocke you first,
And then I know after who comes by the workt.

Petr. Will it not be?
Faith Sirrah, and you'l not knocke me ring it,
Ile trie how you can Sol, Fa, and sing it.

Herings him by the ears

Gru. Help me misfris helpe, my master is mad.

Petr. Now knocke when I bid you : sirrah villaine.

Enter Hortensio

Hor. How now, what's the matter? my old friend Grumio, and my good friend Petruchio? How do you all at Verona?

Petr. Signior Hortensio come you to part the fray ?

Contutti le core bene trobatto, may I lay.

Hor. All'anoftra casa bene venuto multo honorata Signior m.o. Petruchio.
Rise Grumio rife, we will compound this quarrell.

Gru. Nay 'tis no matter fir, what he leges in Latine. If this be not a lawfull cause for me to leane his feuice, looke you fir: He bid me knocke him, and & rap him foundly fir. Well, was it fir for a feruant to vfe his master so, being perhaps (for ought I see) two and thirty, a peepe out ? Whome would to God I had well knockt at firft then had not Grumio come by the workt.

Petr. A fenceleſſe villaine: good Hortensio,
I bad the rat call knocke vpon your gate,
And could not get him for my heart to do it.

Gru. Knocke at the gate? Oh heauens :ispake you not thefe
words plaine? Sirra, Knocke me heere: rappe me heere: knocke
me well, and knaccke me foundly? And come you now with knock-
ing at the gate?

Pet. Sirra be gon, or talke not I aduife you.

Her. Petruchio patience, I am Grumio's pledge:
Why this a heauie chance twixt him and you,
Your ancient trustſie pleafant feruant Grumio:
And tell me now (sweete friend) what happie gale
Blowes you to Padua heere, from old Verona?

Petr. Such winde as ſcatters yong men through the world,
To ſeeke their fortunes farther then at home,
Where ſmall experience growes but in a few.

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Signior Hortensio, thus it stands with me,
Antonio my father is deceaſt,
And I haue trustſt my fel e into this maze,
Happily to wiue and thrieue, as beſt I may:
Crownes in my purſe I haue, and goods at home,
And so am come abroad to feele the world.

Hor. Petruchio, ſhall I then come roundly to thee,
And wifh thee to a shrew'd ill-fauor'd wife?
Thou'dt thanke me but a little for my counſell:
And yet Ile promife thee ſhe ſhall be rich,
And vrie rich; but th'art too much my friend,
And Ile not wifh thee to her.

Petr. Hortensio, 'twixt ſuch friends as wee,
Few words ſutfice: and therefore, if thou know
One rich enough to be Petruchio's wife:
As wealth is burthen of my woing dance)
Be ſhe as foule as was Florentius Loue,
As old as Sibell, and as curſt and ſhrow'd
As Socrates Zentippe, or a worſe:
She moues me not, or not remoues at leaſt
Affections edge in me. Were ſhe as rough
As are the ſwelling Adriaticke seas.
I come to wiue it wealthily in Padua:
If wealthily, then happy in Padua.

Grue. Nay looke you fir, he tels you flatly what his minde is :
Why giue him gold enough, and marrie him to a Pupper or an
Aglet babie, or an old tret with ne're a tooth in her head, though
ſhe haue as many diſeaſes as two and five ſtue horſes. Why nothing
comes amiffe, ſo monie comes withall.

Hor. Petruchio, ſince we are reſte thus farre in,
I will continue that I broach'd in ieſt,
I can Petruchio helpe thee to a wife
With wealth enough, and yong and beauteous,
Brought vp as beſt becomes a Gentlewoman.
Her only fault and that is ſaults enough,
Is, that ſhe is intollerable curſt,
And ſhrow'd and froward, ſo beyond all meaſure,
That were my itate tarre worſer then it is,
I would not wed her for amine of Gold.

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Petr. Hortensio peace: thou knowst not golds effect,
Tell mee her father name, and'tis enough:
For I will boord her, though she chide as lond
As thunder, when the clouds in Autumnne cracke.

Hor. Her father Baptista Minola,
An affable and courteous Gentleman,
His name is Katherina Minola,
Renown'd in Padua for her scolding tongue.

Petr. I know her father, though I know not her,
And he knew my deceased father well:
I will not sleepe Hortensio til I see her,
And therefore let me be thus bold with you,
To give you ouer at this first encounter,
Vnlelle you will accompanie mee thither.

Gru. I pray you Sir let him go while the humor it's. A my word, and she knew him as well as I do, she would thinke scolding would do little good vpon him. Shee may perhaps call him haile ascore Knaues, or so: Why that's nothing ; and he begins once, hee'll raile in his rope tricks, He tell you what fir, and the fand him but a little, he will throw a figure in her face, and so disfigure him with it, that she shall haue no more cies to see withall then a Cat: you know him not fir.

Hor. Tarrie Petruchio I must go with thee,
For in Baptista keepe my treasure is:
He hath the lewel of my life in hold,
His yongest daughter, beautifull Bianca,
And her with-holds from me. Other more:
Suters to her, and rituals in my Loue:
Suppoſing it a thing impoffible,
For those defects I haue before rehearſt,
That euer Katherina wil be woo'd
Therfore this order hath Baptista tane,
That none shall haue acceſſe vn'to Bianca,
Til Katherine the Curſt, haue got a husband.
Gru. Katherine the curſt,
A title for a maide, of all titles the worſt.
Hor. Now ſhall my friend Petruchio do me grace,
And offer me diſguil'd in ſober robes,
To old Baptista as a schook-maſter.

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Well ſeene in muſſcke, to inſtruct Bianca,
That ſo I may by this deuice at least
Haue leaue and leisure to make loue to her,
And vnſuſpected court her by her ſelfe.

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Gru. Here's no knauerie. See, to beguile the olde folkes, how the young folkes lay their heads together. Maſter, maſter, looke about you: Who goes there?

Hor. Peace Gremio, it is the riuall of my Loue.
Petruchio ſtand by a while.

Gremio. A propper ſtripling, and an amorous.
Gremio. Oh very well, I haue perus'd the note:
Hearke you fir, Ile haue them verie fairely bound,
All bookeſ of Loue, ſee that at any hand,
And ſee you reade no other Lecſures to her:
You vnderstand me. Ouer and beſide
Signior Baptista liberalitie,
Ile mend it with a Largeſſe. Take your paper too,
And let me haue them verie well perfum'd;
For ſhe is ſweeter then Perfume it ſelfe
To whom they go to: what will you reade to her.

Luc. What ere I reade to her, Ile pleade for you,
As for my patron, ſtand you ſo affur'd,
As firmly as your ſelfe were ſtill in place,
Yea and perhaps with more ſucceſſefull words
Then you ; vnleſſe you were a ſcholler fir,
Gre. Oh this learning, what a thing it is,
Gru. Oh this Woodcoeke, what an Aſſe it is.
Petru. Peace firza.

Hor. Gremio mum: God faue you ſignior Gremio.
Gre. And you are wel met, Signior Hortenſo.
Trow you whether I am going ? To Baptista Minola,
I promiſt to enquire carefully
About a schoolemaſter for the faire Bianca,
And by good fortune I haue lighted well
On this yong man: For learning and behauiour
Fit for her turne, well read in Poetrie
And other bookeſ, good ones, I warrant yee.

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Hor. 'Tis well: and I haue met a Gentleman
Hath promis't me to helpe one to another,
A fine Musitian to instruct our misstris,
So shall I no whit be behind in dutie
To faire Bianca, so beloved of me.

Gre. Beloued of me, and that my deeds shall proue,
Gru. And that his bags shall proue.

Hor. Gremio, 'us now no time to vent our loue,
Lislen to me, and if you speake me faire,
Ile tell you newes indifferent good for either.
Heere is a Gent'eman whom by chance I met
Vpon agreement from vs to his liking,
Will vndertake to woo curst Katherne,
Yea and to marrie her, if her dowrie please.

Gre. So faid, so done, is well:
Hortensio, haue you told him all her faults?

Petr. I know she is an irkesome brawling scold:
If that be all Matters, I heare no harme.

Gre. No, fa, st me so, friend ? what Countreyman?

Petr. Berne in Verona, old Butonios sonne:

Aun, father dead, my fortune lies for me,
And I do hope good dayes and long, to see.

Gre. Oh fir, such a life with such a wife, were strange
But if you haue stomacke, too't a Gods name,
You shall haue me affixting you in all.

But will you woo this wild-cat ?

Petr. Will I lue?

Gru. Wil he woo her ? I: or Ile hang her.

Petr. Why came I hither, but to that intent?
Thinke you, a little dinne can daunt mine cares?

Hae I not in my time heard Lyons rore?

Hae I not heard the sea, puſt vp with windes,
Rage like an angry Boare, chafed with sweat?

Hae I not heard great Ordnance in the field?

And heauens Artillerie thunder in the Skies?

Hae I not in a pitched battell heard

Loud larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets langue?

And do you tell me of a womans tongue?

That giues not halfe so great a blow to heare,

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As wil a Cheſſe-nut in a Farmers fire.
Tuſh, tu ſh, teare boyes with bugs.

Gru. For he feares none.

Grem, Hortensio heareke:

This Gentleman is happily arriu'd,

My minde preſumes for his owne good, and yours.

Hor. I promiſt we would be Contributors,
And beare his charge of wooing what ſoever.

Gremio. And so we will, prouided that he win her.

Gru. I would I were as ſure of a good dinner.

Enter Tranio brane, and Biondello.

Tra. Gentlemen God ſaue you. If I may be bold
Tell me I beſeech you which is the readieſt way.

To the house of Signior Baptifta Minola?

Bion. He that ha's the two faire daughters: iſt he you meane?

Tra. Euen he Biondello.

Gre. Hearke you fir, you meane not her to—

Tra. Perhaps him and her fir, what haue you to do?

Petr. Not her that chides fir, at any hand I pray.

Tanio. I loue no chiders fir: Biondello, Ic's away.

Luc. Well begun Tranio.

Hor. Sir a word ere you go—

Are you a ſutor to the Maid you talke of, yea or no?

Tra. And I be fir, is it any offence?

Gremio. No: If without more words you will get you hence.

Tra. Why fir, I Pray you are not the ſtreetes as free for me,
as for you?

Gre. But so is not ſhe.

Tra. For what reaſon I beſeech you.

Gre. For this reaſon if you'l kno.

That ſhe's the choice loue of Signior Gremio.

Hor. That ſhe is the choſen of Signior Hortensio.

Tra. Softly my Matters: If you be Gentlemen
Dome this right: heare me patience,

Baptifta is a noble Gentleman,
To whom my Father is not all vnknowne,
And were his daughter fairer then ſhe is,

She may more ſutors haue, and me for one.

Fair

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Faire Ledaies daughter had a thousand wooers,
Then well one more may faire Bianca haue ;

And to the shall : Lucentio shall make one,
Though Paris came, in hope to specede alone.

Gre. What, this Gentleman will out-talke vs all.

Luc. Gue him head, I know he's proue a lade.

Petr. Hortensio, to what end are all these words ?

Hor. Sir, let me be so bold as aske you,

Did you yet euer see Baptista's daughter ?

Tra. No sir, but heare I, do that he hath two :

The one, as famous for a folding tongue,

As is the other, for beautious modeltie.

Pet. Sir, sir, the first's for me, let her go by.

Gre. Yea leane that labour to great Hercules,

And let it be more then Alcides twelve.

Petr. Sir vnderstand you this of me (insooth)

The yongest daughter whom you hearken for,

Her father keepes from all accesse of futors

And will not promise her to any man,

Vntill the elder fitter first be wed.

The vonger then is free, and not before.

Tranio. If it be so, sir, that you are the man

Must feed vs all, and me amongst the rest :

And if you breake the ice, and do this seeke,

Atchieue the elder, set the yonger free,

For our accesse, whose hap shall be to haue her,

Wil not so graceleſſe be, to be ingrate.

Hor. Sir you fay wel, and well you do conceiue,

And since you do professe to be a futor,

You muſt as we do, gratiſe this Gentleman,

To whom we all reſt generally beholding.

Tranio. Sir, I shall not be ſlacke, in ſignes whereof,

Please ye we may contriue this afternoone,

And quaffe carouſes to our Miftrefle health,

And do as aduerſaries do in law,

Striue mightily, but eate and drinke as friends.

Gru. Bion. Oh excellent motion : fellowes let's be gon.

Hor. The motions good indeed, and be it so,

Petruchio, I shall be your Been venuto.

Exeunt.

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Enter Kathrina and Bianca.

Bian. Good fitter wrong me not, nor wrong your ſelfe,

To make a bondmaide and a ſlaue of mee,

That I diſdaine : but for these other goods,

Vnbind my hands, I pull them off my ſelfe,

Yea all my rayment, to my petticoate,

Or what you will commaund me, will I do,

So well I know my dutie to my elders.

Kate. Of all thy futors heere I charge tell

Whom thou lou'st beſt : see thou diſſemble not.

Bianca. Beleeue me fitter, of all the men aliue,

I neuer yet beheld that ſpeciall face,

Which I could fancie, more then any other.

Kate. Minion thou lyeſt : It's not Hortensio ?

Bian. If thou affect him fitter, heere I ſweare

Ile plead for you my ſelfe, but you shall haue him.

Kate. Oh then belike you fancie riches more.

You will haue Gremio to keepe you faire.

Bian. Is it for him you do enemie me for ?

Nay then you ieſt, and now I well perceiue

You haue but ieſted with me all this while :

I pre thee, fitter Kate vnite my hands.

Ka. If that be ieſt, then all the reſt was for.

Strikes her.

Enter Baptista.

Bap. Why how now Dame, whence growest this insolence ?

Bianca. Stand aside, poore Gyrle, ſhe weepes :

Go ply the needle, meddle not with her.

For ſhame thou hilding of a diuellifh ſpirit,

Why doſt thou wrong her, that did nere wrong thee ?

When did ſhée croſſe thee with a bitter word?

Kate. Her filence flouts me, and I be reueng'd.

Flies after Bianca.

Bap. What in my fight ? Bianca get thee in.

Exit.

Kate. What will you not suffer me : Nay now I ſee

She is your treaſure, ſhe muſt haue a husband,

I muſt dance bare-foot on her wedding day,

And for your loue to her, lead Apes in hell.

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Talke not to me, I will go fit and weepe,
Till I can finde occasion of reuenge.

Bap. Was euer Gentleman thus greeu'd as I ?
But who comes heere,

Enter Gremio, Lucentio, in the habit of a meane man,
Petruchio with Tranio, with his boy
bearing a Lute and bookes.

Gre. Good morrow neighbour Baptista.

Bap. Good morrow neighbour Gremio : God faue you Gen-
tlemen.

Petr. And you good fir: pray haue you not a daughter cal'd Ka-
terina, and vertuous.

Bap. I haue a daughter fir, cal'd Katerina.

Gre. You are to blunt, go to it orderly.

Petr. You wrong me fignior Gremio, giue me leaue ?
I am a Gentleman of Verona fir,
That hearing of her beautie, and her wit,
Her affabilitie and bashfull modestie :
Her wondrous qualities, and mild behauiour,

I bold to shew my felfe a forward guift
Within your house, to make mine eie the witnesſe
Of that report, Which I (o oft haue heard,
And for an entranceto my entertainment,
I doprefent you with a man of mine
Cunning in muſicke, and the Mathematicke,
To inſtruct her fully in those ſciences,
Whereof I know ſhe is not ignorant,
Accept of him, or ſelſe you do me wrong,
Hisname is Litio, borne in Mantua.

Bap. Yare welcome fir, and he for your good ſake,
But for my daughter Katerine, this I know,
She is not for your turne the more my greife.

Pet. I fee you doe not meane to part with her,
Or elſeyou like not of my companie.

Bap. Mistake me not, I ſpeake but as I finde,
Whence are you fir ? What may I call your name.

Pet. Petruchio is my name Antonio's ſonne
A man well knowne throughout all Italy.

Bap.

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Bap. I know him well : you are welcome for his ſake.

Gre. Sauing your tale Petruchio, I pray let vs that are poore
petitioners ſpeake too? Bacare, you are meruaylous forward.

Pet. Oh, pardon me fignior Gremio, I would faire be doing.

Gre. I doubt it not fir. But you will curſe
Your wooing neighbors : this is a guift
Very gracefull, I am ſure of it, to expreſſe
The like kindneſſe my ſelfe, that haue beene
More kindly beholding to you then any
Freely giue vnto this yong ſcholler, that hath
Becene long ſtudying at Rhemes, as cunning
In Greece, Latine, and other Languages,
As the other in muſicke and Mathematicke:
His name is Cambio : pray you accept his ſeruice.

Bap. A thouſand thanks fignior Gremio:
Welcome good Cambio. But gentle fir,
Methinkes you walke like a ſtranger,
May I be so bold, to know the cause of your comming?

Tra. Pardon me fir, the boldneſſe is mine owne,
That being a ſtranger in this Cittrie heere,
Do make my ſelfe a ſutor to your daughter,
Vnto Bianca, taire and vertuous :
Nor is your firme refolue, vnknowne to mee,
In the preferment of the eldest ſifter.

This Liberrie is all that I request,
That vpon knowledge of my parentage,
I may haue welcome 'mongſt the rest that woo,
And free acceſſe and favour as the rest.

And toward the education of your daughters :
I heere beſtow a ſimple inſtrument,
And this ſmall packet of Greece and Latine bookes:

If you accept them, then their worth is great:

Bap. Lucentio is your name of whence I pray.

Tra. Of Pisa fir, ſonne to Vincentio.

Bap. A mightie man of Pisa by report,
I know him well: you are verie welcome fir:
Take you the Lute, and you the ſet of bookes,
You shall goe ſee your pupiſs preſently.

Holla, within.

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Enter a Servant.

Sirrah, lead these Gentlemen
To my daughters, and tell them both,
These are their Tutors, bid them vse them well;
We will go walke a little in the Orchard,
And then to dinner: you are passing welcome,
And so I pray you all to thinke yourselues.

Pet. Signior Baptista, my businesse asketh hafte,
And every day I cannot come to woo,
You knew my father well, and in him me,
Left solie heire to all his Lands and goods,
Which I haue bettered rather then decareat,
Then tell me, If I get your daughters loue,
What dowrie shall I haue with her to wife.

Bap. After my death, the one halfe of my Lands,
And in poſſession twentie thouſand Crownes.

Pet: And for that dowrie, Ile affure her of
Her widdow-hood, be it that she furuine me
In all my Lands and Leaſes whatſoever,
Her ſocialties be therefore drawne betweene vs,
and at covenants may be kept on either hand.

Bap. I, when the ſpeciall thing is well obtain'd,
That isher loue: for that is, all in all.

Pet. Why that is nothing: for I tell you father,
I am as peremptorie as she proud minded:
And wheretwo raging fires meete together,
They do confume the thing that feedes their furie.
Though little fire growes great with little winde,
Yet extreme guilts will blow out fire and all.
So I to her, and so she yeelds to me,
For I am rough, and woo not like a babe.

Bap. Well maſſethou woo, and happie be thy ſpeed;
But be thou armed for some vnhappie words.

Pet. I to the proofe, as Mountaines are for windes,
That shakes not, though they blow perpetually.

Enter Hortensio with his head broke.

Bap. How now my friend why, doſt thou looke so pale?

Hor. For feare I promife you, it i tooke pale.

Bap.

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Bap. What will my daughter proue a good Muſtian ?

Hor. I thinke ſhe'l proue a ſouldier,
Iron may hold with her, but neuer Lutes.

Bap. Why then thou canſt not breake her to the Lute?

Hor. Why no for ſhe hath broke the Lute to me:
I did but tell her the miſtooke her fretts,
And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering,
When (with a moſt impatient diuellifh ſpirit)
Frets call you these ? (quoth ſhe) Ile fume with them:
And with that word ſhe ſtroke me on the head,
And through the instrumett my pate made way,
And there I ſtood amazed for a while,
As on a Pillorie, looking through the Lute,
While ſhe did call me Raſcall, Fidler,
And twangling Iacke, with twentie ſuch wilde tearmes,
As had ſhe studied to miſſe me ſo:

Pet. Now by the world, it is a luſtie Wench,
I loue her ten times more then ere I did,
Oh how I long to haue ſome chat with her.

Bap. Well go with me, and be not so discomſited.
Proceed in Practice with my yonger daughter,
She's apt to learne, and thankellull for good turnes:
Signior Petruchio, will you go with vs,
Or ſhall I ſend my daughter Kate to you.

Exit. Manet Petruchio.

Pet. I pray you do. Ile attend her heere,
And woo her with ſome ſpirit when ſhe comes,
Say that ſhe raile, why then Ile tell her plaine,
She ſings asweetly as a Nightingale:
Say that ſhe ſrowne, Ile ſay that ſ looks as cleare

As Morning Roses newly waſhit with dew:
Say ſhe be mute, and will not ſpeake a word,
Then I commend her volubility,

And ſay ſhe vittereth piercing eloquence:
If the do bid me packe, Ile giue her thankes,
As though I ſhould bid me ſtay by her a weeke.

If ſhe denie to wed, Ile craue the day
When I shall aske the banes, and when he married,
But heere the comes, and now Petruchio ſpeake.

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Enter Katerina.

Good morrow Kate, for that's your name I care.

Kate. Well haue you heard, but some thing hard of hearing;
They call me Katerine, that do talke of me.

Pet. You lye in faith, for you are call'd plaine Kate,
And bony Kate, and sometimes Kate the cur夫:
But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendome,
Kate of Kate-hall, my super-daintie Kate,
For dainties are all Kates, and therefore Kate
Take this of me, Kate of my consolation,
Hearing thy mildneſſe prais'd in every Towne,
Thy vertues I spoke of, and thy beautie founded,
Yet not ſo deeply as to thee belongs,
My ſelfe am mou'd to woo thee for my wife.

Kate. Mou'd in good time, let him that mou'd you hither
Remoue you hence: I Knew you at the firſt
You were a moueable.

Pet. Why, what's a moueable?

Kate. A ioyn'd ſtoole.

Pet. Thou haſt hit it: come fit on me.

Kate. Atles are made to beare, and ſo are you,

Pet. Women are made to beare, and ſo are you

Kate. No ſuch Iade as you, if me you meane

Pet. Alas good Kate, I will not burden thee,

For knowing thee to be but yong and light.

Kate. Too light for ſuch a ſwaine as you to catch,
And yet as heane as my waſt should be.

Pet. Shold be, should: buzze.

Kate. Well tane, and like a buzzard.

Pet. Oh flow-wing'd Turtle ſhall a buzzard take thee?

Kate. I for a Turtle as he takes a buzzard.

Pet. Come, come you waſpe, y'faith you are too angrie.

Kate. If I be waſpilh, beſt beware my ſting.

Pet. My remedy is then to plucke it out.

Kate. I, If the ſoole could finde it where it lies.

Pet. Who knowes not where a Waſpe does weare his ſting?

In his taile.

Kate. In his tongue?

Pet. Whofetongue.

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Kate. Yours it you talke of tailes, and ſo farewell,

Pet. What with my tongue in your taile,

Nay, come againe, good Kate, I am a Gentleman,

Kate. That Ile trie.

She strikes him

Pet. I ſweare Ile puffe you, if you strike againe.

Kate. So may you loose your armes,
If you strike me, you are no Gentleman,
And if no Gentleman, why then no armes.

Pet. A Herald Kate? Oh put me in thy bookeſ.

Kate. What is your Crest, a Coxcombe?

Pet. A combeſſe Cocke, so Kate will be my Hen.

Kate. No Cocke of mine you crow too like a krauen.

Pet. Nay come Kate come: you muſt not looke so ſowre.

Kate. It is my ſaſhion when I fee a Crab.

Pet. Why heere's no crab, and therefore looke not ſowre.

Kate. There is, there is.

Pet. Then shew it mee.

Kate. Had I a glaſſe, I would.

Pet. What, you meane my face.

Kate. Well aym'd of ſuch a yong one.

Pet. Now by S. George I am too yong for you.

Kate. Yet you are wither'd.

Pet. 'Tis with cares.

Kate. I care not.

Pet. Nay heare you Kate. In ſooth you ſcape not so.

Kate. I chafe you if I tarrie. Let me go.

Pet. No, not a whit, I find you paffing gentle:
'Twas told me you were rough, and coy, and fullen,

And now I finde report a very lyar:

For thou art pleafant, gameſome, paffing courteous,
But flow inſpeech: yet I weete as ſpring-time flowers.

Thou canſt not ſrowne, thou canſt not looke a ſconce,
Nor bite the lip, as angrie wenches will,

Nor haſt thou pleafure to be croſſe in talke:

But thou with mildneſſe entertainſt thy wooers,
With gentle conference, ſoft, and affable.

Why does the world report that Kate doth limpe?

Oh ſland'rous world: Kate like the hazle twig
Is ſtraight, and ſlender, and as browne in hue

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As hazle nuts, and sweeter then the kernels :

Oh let me see thee walke, thou dost not halt.

Kate. Go foole, and whom thou keep'st command.

Pet. Did euer Dian so become a Groue

As Kate this chamber with her princely gate :

Oh be thou Dian, and let her be Kate,

And then let Kate be chafst, and Dian sportfull.

Kate. Where did you studie all this goodly speech?

Pet. It is extempore, from my mother wit,

Kate. A wittie mother, wittlesse else her sonne.

Pet. Am I not wife?

Kate. Yes, keepe you warme.

Pet. Marry so I meane tweete Katherine in thy bed :

And therefore sitting all this chat aside,

Thus in plainest terms : your father hath consented

That you shall be my wife ; your dowrie greed on,

And will you, nill you, I will marry you.

Now Kate, I am a husband for your turne,

For by this light, whereby I see thy beauty,

Thy beauty that doth make me like thee well,

Thou muft be married to no man but me,

Enter Baptista, Gremio, Tranio.

For I am heam borne to tame you Kate,

And bring you from a wilde Kate to a Kate

Conformable as other household Kates:

Heere comes your father, neuer make deniall,

I muft, and will have Katherine to my wife.

Bap. Now Signior Petruchio, how speed you with my daughtre?

Pet. How but well fir ? how but well ?

It were impossible I should speed amitfe.

Bap. Why how now daughter Katherine, in your dumps?

Kat. Call you me daughter ? now I promise you

You haue shewd a tender fatherly regard,

To wifh me wed to one halfe Lunaticke,

A mad-cap ruffian, and a swearing Iacke,

That thinkes with oathes to face the matter out.

Pet. Father 'tis thus, your selfe and all the world

That talk'd of her, haue talk'd amitfe of her

If she be curst, it is for policie,

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For shee's not froward, but modest asthe Doue

Shee is not hot, but temperate as the morne,

For patience, she will proue a fecond Griffe ll,

And Roman Lucrece for her chaftie:

And to conclude, we haue greed fewell together,

That vpon fonday is the wedding day,

Kate. Ile see thee hang'd on fonday firſt,

Gre. Halk Petruchio, the fayes shee'll see thee hang'd firſt

Tra. I this your speeding? nay then god night our part.

Pet. Be patient Gentlemen, I choose her for my felte,

If she and I be pleas'd, what's that to you ?

Tis bargain'd twixt vs twain e being alone,

That she shall still be curſt in companie.

I tell you 'tis incredible to belieue

How much the loues me : oh the kindeſt Kate,

Shee hung about my necke, and kiffe on kittle

Shee vi'd to faſt proteſing oath on oath,

That in a twinke she won me to her loue.

Oh you are nouices, 'tis a world to see

How tame when men and women are alone,

A meacocke wretch can make the curſeſt shrew :

Gue me thy hand Kate, I will vnto Venice

To buy apparell 'gainſt the wedding day;

Prouide the feaſt father, and bid the gueſtſs,

I will be sure my Katherine shall be fine.

Bap. I know not what to ſay, but give me your hands,

God ſend you ioy Petruchio, 'tis a match.

Gre. Tra. Amen ſay we, we will be wittieſes.

Pet. Father and wife, and Gentlemen adieu,

I will to Venice, fonday comes apace,

We will haue rings, and things and fine array

And kiffe me Kate, we will be married a ſonday.

Exit Petruchio and Katherine.

Gre. Was euer match clapt vp so sodainly?

Bap. Faith Ger tlemen now I play a merchants part,

And venture madly on a desperate Mart.

Tra. Twas a commodity lay fretting by you,

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I will bring you gaine, or perish on the seas.

Bap. The gaine I seeke, is quiet me the match.

Gre. No doubt but he hath got a quiet catch,

But now Baptista, to your younger daughter,

Now is the day we long haue looked for,

I am your neighbour, and was tutor first.

Tra. And I am one that loue Bianca more

Then words can witneſſe, or your thoughts can guieſe,

Gre. Yongling thou canſt not loue so dear as I.

Tra. Gray-beard thy loue doth freeze.

Gre. But thine doth frie,

Skipper ſtand backe, 'tis age that nouriſeth.

Tra. But youth in Ladies eyes that flouriſheth.

Bap. Content you Gentlemen, I will compound this ſtrife
'Tis deeds muſt win the prize, and he of both

That can affure my daughter greatest dower,

Shall haue my Biancas loue.

Say Signior Gremio, what can you affure her ?

Gre. First, as you know, my house within the City

Is richly furnished with plate and gold,

Sons and ewers to laue her dainty hands :

My hangings all of tirian tapeſtrie :

In Iuory coffers I haue ſtufu my Crowne :

In Cipres cheſts my arras counterpoints,

Coſtly apparell, tents, and Canopies,

Fine linnen, Turky cushions boſt with pearle,

Vallens of Venice gold, in needle worke :

Pewter and braſſe, and all things that belongs

To house or house-keeping: then at my farme

I haue a hundred milch-kine to the pale,

Sixe-score fat Oxen standing in my italls,

And all things anſwerable to this portion.

My ſelfe am Strooke in yeeres I muſt confefſſe,

And if I die to morrow this is hers

If while I line ſhe will be only mine.

Tra. That only came well in : fir, lift to me,
I am my fathers heyre and onely ſonne,

If I may haue your daughter to my wife,

I leaue her houſes three or four as good

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Within rich Pisa walls, as any one

Old Signior Gremio has in Padua,

Befides two thouſand, Ducks by the yeere

Of fruitfull Land, all which ſhall be her ioynter.

What, haue I pincht you Signior Gremio ?

Gre. Two thouſand Ducks by the yeere of land,
My Land amounts not to ſo much in all :

That ſhe ſhall haue, befides an Argofie

That now is lying in Marcellus roade:

What, haue I choakt you with an Argofie

Tra. Gremio, 'tis knowne my father hath no leſſe
Then three great Argofies, befides two Galliaſſes

And twelue tite Gallics, theſe I will affure her,

And twice as much what ere thou offreſt next.

Gre. Nay, I haue offered all, I haue no more,
And ſhe can haue no more then all I haue,

If you like me, ſhe ſhall haue me and mine.

Tra. Why then the maid is mine from all the world
By your firme promife, Gremio is out-uied,

Bap. I muſt confefſe your offer is the beſt,
And let your father make her the affurance,

She is your owne, eſſe you muſt pardon me :

If you ſhould die before him where's her dower ?

Tra. That's but a cauill: hee is olde, I yong.

Gre. And may not yong men die as well as old?

Bap. Well Gentlemen, I am thus reſolu'd,
On ſonday next, you know,

My daughter Katherine is to be married :

Now on the ſonday following ſhall Bianca

Be Brideto you, if you make this affurance :

If not to Signior Gremio :

And so I take my leaue, and thanke you both.

Exit.

Gre. Adieu good neighbour : now I feare thee not :

Sirra, yong gameſter, your father were a foole

To giue thee all, and in his waining age

Set foot vnder thy table: tur, a toy,

An olde Italian foxe is not so kinde my bey.

Exit.

Tra. A vengeance on your crafty withered hime,
Yet I haue fac'd it with a card of ten :

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Tis in my head to doe my master good:
I fee no reason but suppos'd Lucentio
Muſt get a father, call'd suppos'd Vincentio,
And that's a wonders : fathers commonly
Doe get their children : but in this case of woing,
A childe shall get a fire, if I faile not of my cunning,

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Enter Lucentio, Hortentio, and Bianca.

Luc. Fidler forbeare you grow too forward Sir,
Hae you so loose forgot the entertainment
Her ſifter Katherine welcomed you withall.

Hort. But wrangling pedant this is
The patronelle of heauenly harmony :
Then giue me leaue to haue Prerogatiue,
And when in muſicke we haue ſpent an houre
Your Lecture shall haue leifure for as much.

Luc. Preſpeterous Aſſe that neuer read so faire,
To know the cauſe why muſicke was ordain'd:

Was it not to refresh the mind of man
After his studies, or his vntall paine :
Then giue me leaue to read Piniſophy

And while I paſſe, ſerve in your harmony.

Hor. Sirra, I will beare thele braues of thine.

Bianc. Why Gentlemen, you do me double wrong,
To ſtrike for that which reſteth in my choice:

I am no breeching ſcholler in the Schooles,
Ile not be tied to houres, nor pointed times,
But learne my Leſons as I pleafe my ſelſe,
And to cut off all strife heere ſit we downe,

Take you the inſtrument, play you the whileſes,

His Lecture will be done ere you haue tun'd,

Hort. You'll leaue his Lecture when I am in tune?

Luc. That will be neuer, tune your inſtrument,

Bian. Where left we laſt?

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Luc. Heere Madam: Hic Ibat Simois, hic eſt Sigeria telus, hic ſteterat Priamiregia Celsaſenis.

Bian. Conſter them.

Luc. Hic Ibat, as I told you before, Simois, I am Lucentio,
hic eſt, ſonne vnto Vincentio of Pisa, Sigeria tellus, diſguſed
thus to get your loue, hic ſteterat, and that Lucentio that comes
a wooing. Priami, is my man Tranio, regia, bearing my port,
celsaſenis that we might beguile the old Pantalowne.

Hort. Madam my inſtrument's in tune.

Bian. Let's heare, oh ſie the treble iarres.

Luc. Spit in the hole man, and tune againe.

Bian. Now let me eſe if I can conſter it. hic ibat simois, I know
you not, hic eſt Sigeria telus, I truſt you not, hic ſtaterat Priami
take heede he heare vs not, regia preſume not, Celsaſenis diſ-
paire not.

Hort. Madam, 'tis now in tune.

Luc. All but the base.

Hort. The base is right, 'tis the base knaue that iarres.

Luc. How ſierie and forward our pedant is,
Now for my life the knaue doth court my loue,

Pedascule, Ile watch you better yet:
In time I may believe you I miſtruſt.

Bian. Miſtruſt it not, for ſure Acaides.

Was Aiax cald so from his grandfather.

Hort. I muſt beleeue my maſter, eſſe I promiſe you,
I should be arguing still vpon that doubt,

But let it rest, now Litio to you:

Good maſter take it not vnkindly pray
That I haue beene thus pleafant with you both.

Hort. You may go walke, and giue me leaue a while,
My Leſons make no muſicke in three parts.

Luc. Are you so formal ſir, well I muſt waite
And watch withall, for but I be deceu'd,
Our fine Muſiſon groweth amorous.

Hor. Madam, before you touch the inſtrument,
To learne the order of my fingering,

I muſt begin with rudiments of Art,

To teach you gamoth in a brieſer ſort,

More pleafant, pithy and effectuall,

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Then hath beene taught by any of my trade,
And there it is in writing fairly drawne.

Bian. Why, I am past my gamouth long agoe.

Hor. Yet read the gamouth of Hortentio.

Bian. Gamouth I am the ground of all a ccord;

A re, to plead Hortensio's paffion :

Beeme, Bianca take him for thy Lord

C fa ut, that loues with all affection :

D fol re, one Cliffe, two notes haue I,

Elami, show pitty or I die.

Call you this gamouth? but I like it not,
Old fashions please me best, I am not so nice

To charge true rules for old inuentions.

Enter a Messenger.

Nicke, Mistrelle your father prayes you leaue your books,
And helpe to dresse your filters chamber vp,
You know to morrow is the wedding day.

Bian. Farewell sweete matters both, I muſt be gon.

Luc. Faith Mistrelle then I haue no cauſe to stay.

Hor. But I haue cauſe to pry into this pedant,

And thinkes he lookes as though he was in loue:

Yet if thy thoughts Bianca be so humble

To cauſt thy wandring eies on euery ſtale :

Seize thee that Lift, if once I finde thee ranging,

Hortenſio will be quit with thee by changing.

Exit.

Enter Baptiſta, Gremio, Tranio, Katherine, Bianca, and others,
attendants.

Bap. Signior Lucentio, this is the pointed day
That Katherine and Petruchio should be married,
And yet we heare not of our ſonne in Law :
What will be said, what mockery will it be ?

To want the Bride-groome when the Prieſt attends

To ſpeake the ceremonial rites of marriage ?

What faies Lucentio to this ſhame of ours?

Kate. No ſhame but mine: I muſt forſooth be forſt

To giue my hand oppos'd againſt my heart

Vnto a mad-braine rudesby full of ſpleene,

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I told you I, he was a franticke foole,

Hiding his bitter ietſs in blunt behauicur,

And to be noted for a merr y man;

He'll wooe a thousand, point the day of marriage,

Make friends, inuite, and proclaime the banes,
Yet neuer meanes to wed where he hath woo'd:

Now muſt the world' point at poore Katherine,

And ſay, loc, there is mad Petruchio's wife
If it would please him come and marrie her.

Tra. Patience good Katherine and Baptiſta too,

Vpon my life Petruchio meanes but well,

What euer fortune ſtayes him from his word,

Though he be blunt, I knew him paſſing wife,

Though he be merry, yet withall he's honest.

Kate. Would Katherine had neuer seen though,

Exit weeping.

Bap. Go girle. I cannot blame thee now to weep,
For such an iniurie would vexe a verie Saint,

Much more a shrew of impatient humour.

Enter Biondello.

Bion. Maſter, maſter, newes, and ſuch newes as you neuer
heard of,

Bap. Is it new and old too? how may that be?

Bion. Why, is it not newes to heare of Petruchio's comming?

Bap. Is he come?

Bion. Why no fir?

Bap. What then?

Bion. He is comming.

Bap. When will he be heere?

Bion. When he ſtands where I am, and ſees you there.

Tra. But ſay, what to thine olde newes?

Bion. Why Petruchio is comming, in a new hat and an olde
ierkin, a paire of old breeches, thrice turn'd; a paire of bootes that
haue beene candle-cates, one buckled, another lac'd: an old ruity
ſword tane out of the Towne Armory, with a broken hilt, and
chapelette: with two broken points: his horſe hip'd with an olde
mothy fadile, and ſtirrops of no kindred: beſides poſſet with the
glanders, and like to mofe in the chine, troubled with the Lam-
passe, infected with the fashions, full of Windegalls, ſped with

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Spatins, xaid with the Yellowes, paft cure of the Fines, starke
spoyl'd with the Staggers, begnawne with the Bots, Waid in the
backe, and shoulder-thotten, neere leg'd before, and with a halte-
chickt Bitte, and a headtall of sheepes leather, which being re:trai-
ned to keepe him from stumbling, hath been often burst, and now
repaired with knots : one gith fixe times peec'd, and a womans
Crupper of velure, which hath two letters for her name, fairely let
down in fluds, and heere and there peec'd with packthreed.

Bap. Who comes with him?

Bion. Oh fir, his Lackey, for all the world Caparison'd like
the horse: with a linnen stock on one leg, and a kerf y boot, hore
on the other, gartred with a red and blew lift; an old hat, and the
humor of fourty fancies prickt in't for a feather: a monster, a ve-
ry monster in apparell, and not like a Christian foot-boy, ora
Gentlemans Lacky.

Tra. 'Tis some old humor pricks him to this fashion, yet oftene-
times he goes but meane apparel'd.

Bap. I am glad he's come, howsoere he comes.

Bion. Why fir, he comes not.

Bap. Didst thou not say he comes?

Bion. Who, that Petuchio came?

Bap. I, that Petuchio came.

Bion. No fir, I say his horse comes with him on his backe.

Bap. Why that's all one.

Bihm. Nay by S. Iamy, I hold you a penny, a horse and a man
is more then one, and yet not many.

Enter Petuchio and Grumio.

Pet. Come where be these gallants? who's at home?

Bap. You are welcome fir.

Petr. And yet I come not well.

Bap. And yet you halt not.

Tra. Not so well apparel'd as I wish you were.

Petr. Were it better I should rush in thus:

But where is Kate? where is my lovely bride?

How does my fathe? gentles me thinkes you frowne,

And wherefore gaze this goodly company,

As if they saw some wondrous monument,

Some Commet, or vnfuall prodigie?

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Bap. Why fir, you know this is your wedding day:

First were we sad, fearing you would not come,

Now fadder that you come so vnprouided:

Fie, doff this habit, shame to your estate,

An eye-fore to our solemne festiuall.

Tra. And tell vs what occasion of import

Hath all so long detain'd you from your wife,

And sent you hither so vnlike your selfe?

Petr. Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to heare,

Sufficeth I am come to keepe my word,

Though in some part inforced to digrelle,

Which at more leisure I will so excuse,

As you shall well be satisfied withall.

But where is Kate? I stay too long from her,
The morning weares, 'tis time we were at Church.

Tra. See not your Bride in these vnreuerent ebbes,

Go to my chamber, put on clothes of mine.

Pet. Not, I belieue me, thus I'll visit her.

Bap. But thus I trust you will not marrie her.

Pet. Good foot euen thus: therefore ha done with words,

To me she's married not vnto my clothes:

Could I repaire what she will weare in me,

As I can change these poore accoutrements,

"Twere well for Kate, and better for my selfe.

But what a fool am I to chat with you,

When I should bid good morrow to my Bride?

And feale the title with a louely kille.

Exit.

Tra. He hath some meaning in his mad attire,

We will perfwade him be it possible,

To put on better ere he go to Church.

Bap. Ile after him, and see the cuent of this.

Exit.

Tra. But fir, Loue concerneth vs to adde

Her fathers liking, which to bring to pafle

As before imparted to your worship,

I am to get a man what ere he be,

It skills not much, weele fit him to our turne,

And he shall be Vincentio of Pisa,

And make affurance heere in Padua

Of greater summes then I haue promised,

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So shall you quietly enjoy your hope,
And marie sweete Bianca with consent.

Luc. Were it not that my fellow schoolmaster
Doth watch Bianca's steps so narrowly:
'Twere good me-thinkes to steale our marriage,
Which once perform'd, let all the world say no,
Ile keepe mine owne despite of all the world.

Tra. That by degrees wee meane to looke into,
And watch our vantage in this busineſſe,
Wee'l ouer-reach the graybeard Gremio,
The narrow prying father Minola,
The quaint Muſitian, amorous Litio,
All for my maſters ſake Lucentio.

Enter Gremio.

Signior Gremio, came you from the Church ?

Gre. As willingly as ere I came from Schoole.

Tra. And is the Bride and Bridegroom comming home?

Gre. A Bridegroome ſay you ? 'tis a groome indeed,
A grumling groome, and that the girl ſhall finde.

Tra. Curiſer then ſhe, why 'tis impoſſible.

Gre. Why he's a deuill, a deuill, a very fiend.

Tra. Why ſhe's a deuill, a deuill, the deuills damme.

Gre. Tut, ſhe's a Lambe, a Doue, a foole to him:

Ho tell you fir Lucentio ; when the Prieft
Should aske if Kathrine ſhould be his wife,
I, by goggs woones quoth he, and ſwore so loud,
That allamaz'd, the Prieft let fall the booke,
And as he ſloop'd againe to take it vp,

This mad-brain'd Bridegroome tooke him such a cuffe,
That down ſell Prieft and booke, and booke and Prieft,
Now take them vp quoth he if any lift.

Tra. What said the wench when he rose againe?

Gre. Trembled and ſhooke for why he stamp'd and ſwore, as if
the Vacarment to cozen him; but after many ceremonies done, he
calls for wine, a health quoth he as if he had been aboard carow-
fing to his mates after a storme, quaff off the Muſcadell, and threw
the fops all in the Sextons face: hauing no other reason but that
his beard grew thinne and hungerly, and ſeem'd to aske him fops

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as he was drinking This done, he tooke the Bride about the necke
and kist her lips with such a clamorous smacke, that at the parting
all the Church did eccho: and I seeing this, came chence for very
fame, and after mee I know the rout is comming, such a mad
marriage neuer was before: harke, harke I heare the minstrels, play.

Musickes playes.

Enter Petruchio, Kate, Bianca, Hortensio, Baptista.

Petr. Gentlemen and friends I thanke you for your pains,
I know you thinke to dine with mee to day,
And haue prepar'd great store of wedding cheere,
But so it is, my haſte doth call mee hence,
And therefore heere I meane to take my leaue.

Bap. Is't poſſible you will away to night ?

Pet. I muſt away to day before night come,
Make it no wonder: If you knew my busineſſe,
You would intreate me rather goe then ſtay:

And honest company, I thanke you all,
That haue beheld me giue away my ſelfe
To this moſt patient, sweete, and vertuous wife,
Dine with my father, drinke a health to mee,
For I muſt hence, and farewell to you all,

Tra. Let vs intreate you ſtay till a ſter dinner.

Pet. It may not be.

Gra. Let me intreate you.

Pet. It cannot be.

Kate. Let me intreate you.

Pet. I am content.

Kat. Are you content to ſtay ?

Pet. I am content you shall intreate me ſtay,
But yet not ſtay, entreate me how you can.

Kat. Now if you loue me ſtay,

Pet. Grumio, my horſe,

Gru. I fir they be ready, the Oates haue eaten the horſes.

Kate. Nay then,

Doe what thou canſt, I will not goe to day,
No, nor to morrow, not till I please my ſelfe,
The dore is open fir, there lies your way,

You may be iogging whiles your bootes are greene:

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For mee, Ile not be gone till I please my selfe,
'Tis like you'll proue a jolly furly groome,
That take it on you at the first so roundly.

Pet. O Kate content thee preche be not angrie,

Kate. I will be angry, what haſt thou to doe?

Father, be quiet, he shall stay my leisure.

Gre. I marrie fir, now it begins to worke.

Kat. Gentlemen, forward to the Bridall dinner,
I see a woman may be made afoole
It she had not a spirit to relish,

Pet. They shall go forward Kate at thy command,
Obey the Bride you that attend on her.

Goe to the feast, reuell and domincere,

Carowfe full meaſure to her maiden-head;

Be madde and merry, or goe hang your ſelues :

But for my bonny Kate, the muſt with me :

Nay, looke not big, nor ſtampe, nor ſtare, nor free,

I will be maſter of what is mine owne,

Shee is my goods, my charrels, the is my house,

My household-stuſſe, my field my borne,

My horſe, my exe, my aſſe, my any thing,

And heere thee stands, touch her who euer dare,

Ile bring mine action on the proudest he

That stops my way in Padua: Grumio

Draw forth thy weapon, wee are beſet with theeweſ,

Reſcue thy miſſerſe if thou be a man :

Feare not ſweete wench, they ſhall not touch thee K,

Ile Buckler thee againſt a Million.

Exeunt. P. Kay

Bap. Nay, let them goe, a couple of quiet ones.

Gre. Went they not quickly, I should die with laughing.

Tra. Of all mad matches neuer was the like.

Luc. Miſſerſe, what's your opinion of your ſifter?

Bian. That being mad her ſelfe, theſe madly mated.

Gre. I warrant him Petruchio is Kated.

Bap. Neighbours and friends, though Bride and Bridegroom
For to supply the places at the table,
(wants)

You know there wants no nuncgets at the feast :

Lucentio you shall supply the Bridegroomes place,

And let Bianca take her lifters roome.

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Tra. Shall ſweete Bianca practise how to bride it ?

Bap. She ſhall Lucentio: come Gentlemen let's goe.

Enter Grumio.

Exeunt.

Gru. Fie fie on all tired Iades, on all mad Maſters, and all foule waies: was euer man ſo beaten ? was euer man ſo raied ? was euer man ſo weary ? I am ſent before to make a fire, and they are coming after to warme them: now were not I a lide por, and toone hot; my very lippes might freeze to my teeth, my tongue to the roofe of my mouth, my heart in my belly, cre I ſhould come by a fire to thaw mee, but I with blowing the fire ſhall warme my ſelfe: for considering the weather, a taller man then I will take cold: Holla, hoa Curtis.

Enter Curtis.

Curi. Who is that calls ſo coldly?

Gru. A peee of Ice: if thou doubt it, thou maſt slide from
my ſhoulder to my heele, with no greater a run but my head and
my necke. A fire good Curtis.

Curi. Is my maſter and his wife comming Grumio?

Gru. Oh i Burtis I, and therefore fire, fire, caſt on no water.

Curi. Is the ſo hot a ſhrew as the ſe's reported :

Gru. She was good Curtis before this froſt: but thou knowſt winter tames man, woman, and beaſt: for it hath tam'd my olde maſter, and my new mittris, and my ſelfe fellow Curtis.

Curi. Away you three inch ſoole, I am no beaſt.

Gru. Am I but three inches? Why thy horne is a foot and ſo long am I at the leaſt. But wilt thou make a fire or shall I com- plaine on thee to our mittris, whose hand (the being now at nmd) thou šalt toone ſeele, to thy cold comfort, for being flow in thy hot office.

Curi. I prethee good Grumio, tell me, how goes the world?

Gru. A cold world Curtis in euery office but thine, and there- fore fire: doe thy dutie, and haue thy dutie, for my Maſter and mittris are allmoſt frozen to death.

Curi. There's fire readie, and therefore good Grumio the newes.

Gru. Why Iacke boy, ho boy, and as much newes as thou wilt.

Curi. Come, you are ſo full of conicatching.

Gru. Why therefore fire, for I haue caught extreme cold.
Where's the Cooke, is ſupper readie, the house ſtim'd, rufhes

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shrew'd, cobwes (swept, the servingmen in their new fustion, the white stockings, and euery officer his wedding garment on? Be the lackes faire within, the Gils faire without, the Carpets laide, and euery thing in order?

Cur. All ready: and therefore I pray thee newes.

Gru. First know my horfe is tired, my matter and misftris falne out.

Gru. Out of their saddles into the durt, and thereby hangs a tale.

Cur. Let's ha't good Grumio.

Gru. Lend thine eare.

Cur. Heere.

Gru. There.

Cur. This 'tis to feele a tale, not to heare a tale.

Gru. And therefore 'tis cal'd a sensible tale: and this Cuffe was but to knocke at your eare, and befeech liftning: now I begin Inprimis we came downe a foule hill, my Matter riding behinde my Misftris.

Cur. Both of one horfe ?

Gru. What's that to thee ?

Cur. Why a horfe.

Gru. Tell thou the tale: but hadst thou not crost me, thou shouldst haue heard how her horse fell, and she vnder her horse: thou shouldst haue heard in how miery a place, how she was beoil'd, how he left her with the horse vpon her, how he beate me because her horse itumbled, how she waded through the durt to plucke him off me: how he fwore, how the praid, that neuer praid before: how I cried, how the horſes ranne away, how her bridle was burſt: how I loſt my crupper, with many thinges of worthy memorie, which now ſhall die in obliuion, and thou returne vnexperienc'd to the graue.

Cur. By this reckning he more shrew than she.

Gru. I, and that thou and the proudest of you all shall finde when he comes home. But what talke I of this ? Call forth Nathaniell, Joseph, Nicholas, Phillip, Walter, Sugërſop and their refteſs: let their heads bee flickely comb'd, their blew coats bruff'd, and their garters of an indifferens knit, let them curſe with their left legges, and not prefume to touch a haire of my Maſters horſe-taille till they kisse their hands. Are they all readie?

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Cur. They are.

Gru. Call them forth.

Cur. Doe you heare ho ? you muſt meete my maſter to countenance my miſtris.

Gru. Why she hath a face of her owne.

Cur. Who knowes not that ?

Gru. Thou it ſeemes, that calls for company to countenance her.

Cur. I call them forth to credit her.

Enter foure or five seruings men.

Gru. Why she comes to borrow nothing of them.

Nat. Welcome home Grumio.

Phil. How now Grumio.

Iof. What Grumio.

Nick, Fellow Grumio.

Nat. How now old lad.

Gru. Welcome you: how now you: what you: fellow you: and thus much for greeting. Now my spruce companions, is all readie, and all things neate?

Nat. All things is readie, how neere is our maſter ?

Gre. Ene at hand, alighted by this : and therefore be not-- Cockes passion, ſilence, I heere my matter.

Enter Petruchio and Kate.

Pet. Where be thele knaues ? what no man at doore
To hold my ſtirrop, nor to take my horſe ?

Where is Nathaniell, Gregory, Phillip

All ſer. Heere, heere fir, heere fir.

Pet. Heere fir, heere fir, heere fir, heere fir.

You logger-headed and vnpoliſht groomes:
What? no attendants? no regard? no dutie?

Where is the foolish knaue I ſent before?

Gru. Heere fir, as foolish as I was before.

Pet. You pezant, swaine, you horſon malt-horſe drudg
Did I not bid thee meete me in the Parke,
And bring along theſe rafſcall knaues with thee ?

Grumio. Nathaniels coat fir was not fully made,
And Gabrels pumpes, were all vnpinkt i'ch heele:

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And Walters dagger was not come from sheathing :
There were none fine, but Adam, Rafe, and Gregorie,
The rest were ragged, old, and beggerly,
Yet as they are, heere are they come to meete you.

Pet. Go rafcals, go, and fetch my supper in.

Where is the life that late I led ?

Where are those ? Sit downe Kate,

And welcome. Soud, foud, foud, foud.

Enter SERUANTS with SUPPER.

Why when I say ? Nay good sweete Kate be merrie.

Off with my boots, you rogues: you villaines, when ?

It was the Friar of Orders gray,

As he forth walkt on his way.

Out you rogue, you plucke my foot awrie,
Take that, and mend the plucking of the other.

Bemerkie Kate: Some water heere: what hoa.

Enter one with water.

Where's my Spaniel Troilus ? Sirra, get you hence,

And bid my cozen Ferdinand come hither:

One Kate that you must kiffe, and be acquainted with.

Where are my Slippers? shall I haue some water ?

Come Kate and wath, and welcome heartily :

You horfon villaine, will you let it fall ?

Kate. Patience I pray you, 'twas a fault vnwilling.

Pet. A horfon beetle-headed flap- ear'd knaue :

Come Kate fit downe, I know you haue a stomack,
Will you giue thankes, sweete Kate, or else shall I ?

What's this, Mutton?

I. Ser. I.

Pet. Who brought it ?

Peter. I.

Pet. 'Tis burnt, and so is all the meat

What dogges are these ? Where is the rafcall Cooke ?

How durst you villaines bring it from the dresser

And serue it thus to me that loue it not ?

There, take it to you, trenchers, cups, and all:

You heedleſſe iolt-heads and vnmannerd ſlaues.

What, do you grumble ? Ile be with you straight.

Kate. I pray you husband be not so disquiet,

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The meat was well, if you were so contented,

Pet. I tell thee Kate, 'twas burnt and dried away,
And I expreſſely am forbid to touch it :

For it engenders choller, plante: h anger,

And better 'twere that both of vs did fast,

Since of our ſelues, our ſelues are chollericke,

Then feede it with such ouer-roſted ſleth :

Be patient, to morrow 't shall be mended,

And for this night we'l fast for companie.

Come I will bring thee to thy Bridall chamber.

Enter SERUANTS ſeueraly.

Nat. Peter didſt euer see the like.

Peter. He kills her in her owne humor.

Grumio. Where is he ?

Enter CURTIS a SERUANT.

Cur. In her chamber, making a ſermon of continencie to her,
and railes, and ſweares, and rates, that ſhe (poore ſoule) knowes
not which way to stand, to looke, to ſpeake, and fits as one new
rifen from a dreame. Away, away, for he is comming hither.

Enter PETRUCHIO.

Pet. Thus haue I politickely begun my reigne,
And 'tis my hope to end ſucceſſefully :

My Faulcon now is harpe, and paſſing empriee,
And till ſhe ſtoope, ſhe muſt not be full gorg'd,

For then ſhe neuer lookse vpon her lure,

Another way I haue to man my Haggard,

To make her come, and know her kcepers call :

That is, to watch her, as we watch theſe Kites,

That baite, and baſte, and will not be obedient :

She eate no meate to day, nor none ſhall eate.

Laſt might ſhe ſlept not, nor to night ſhe ſhall not :

As with the meat, ſome vndeſerued ſault
Ile finde about the making of the bed.

And heere he ſling the pillow, there the boulſter,

This way the Couterlet, another way the ſheeteſ :
I, and amidthis hurly I intend,

That all is done in reuerend care of her,

And in conclusion, ſhe ſhall watch all night,

And if ſhe chance to nod, Ile raile and brawle,

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And with the clamour keepe her still awake:
This is a way to kill a Wife with kindnesse,
And thus he curbe her mad and headstrong humors
He that knowes better how to tame a shrew,
Now let him speake, 'tis charitie to shew.

Enter Tranio and Hortensio

Tra. Is't possible friend Lifio, that Miftris Bianca
Dethancie any other but Lucentio,
I tell you fir, she beares me faire in hand.

Luc. Sir, to tafislie you in what I haue faid,
Stand by, and marke the manner of his teaching.

Enter Bianca.

Hor. Now Miftris,PROOF for you in what you read?

Bian. What Master reade you first, resolve me that?

Hor. I read, that I proſſeſſe the Art to loue.

Bian. And may you proue fir Master of your Art.

Luc. While you weete decre proue Miftreſſe of my heart.

Hor. Quicke proceeders marry, now tell me I pray,
You that durſt wcare that your miftris Bianca

Loud me in the world so well as Lucentio.

Tra. Oh deſpightfull Loue vnconſtant womankind,

I tell thee Lifio this is wonderfull.

Hor. Miftake no more, I am not Lifio,
Nor a Mufician as I ſeeme to bee,

But one that ſcorne to lue in this diſguife,

For ſuch one as leaues a Gentleman,

And makes a God of ſuch a Cullion ;

Know fir, that I am call'd Hortenſio.

Tra. Signior Hortenſo, I haue often heard
Of your intire affeſtion to Bianca,

And ſince mine eyes are wittneſſe of her lightneſſe,
I will with you, if you be so contented,

For ſwere Bianca, and her loue for euer.

Hor. See how they kiffe and court: Signior, Lucentio,
Heere is my hand, and heere I firmly vow
Neuer to woo her more, but do for ſwere her
As one vnworthy of the former favors

That I haue fondly flatter'd them withall.

Tra. And heere I take the like vnfained oath,

Exit.

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Neuer to marrie with her, though ſhe would intreat,
Fie on her, ſee how beaſtly ſhe doth court him.

Hor. Would all the world but he had quite forſworne
For me, that I may ſurelý keepe mine oath.

I will be married to a wealthy Widdow,

Ere three dayes pafle, which hath as long lou'd me,
As I haue lou'd this proud diſdaimfull Haggard,

And ſo farewell Magnor Lucentio,

Kindneſſe in women, not their beauteous lookes

Shall win my loue, and ſo I take my leaue,

In reſolution, as I ſwere before.

Tra. Miftris Bianca, bletſe you with ſuch grace,
As longeth to a Louers bleſſed cafe:

Nay, I haue tane you napping gentle Loue,

And haue forſworne you with Hortenſio.

Bian. Tranio you left, but haue you both forſworne me?

Tra. Miftris we haue.

Luc. Then we are rid of Lifio.

Tra. I'faith heel' I haue a lufſie Widdow now,

That ſhall be woo'd, and wedded in a day.

Bian. God giue him ioy.

Tra. I, and heel' I tame her.

Bianca. He ſayes ſo Tranio

Tra. Faith he is gon vnto the taming Schoole.

Bian. The taming Schoole: what is the e ſuch a place?

Tra. I, Miftris, and Petruchio is the matter,
That teacheth trickes eleuen and twentie long,

To tame a shrew, and charme her chattering tongue.

Enter Biondello.

Bion. Oh Maſter, matter I haue watccht so long,
That I am dogge wearie, but at laſt I spied

An ancient Angell comming downe the hill,
Will ſeue the turbine.

Tra. What is he Biondello?

Bion. Maſter, a Marcantant, or a pedant,
I know not what but ſormall in apparell,

In gate and countenance ſurely like a Father.

Luc. And what of him Tranio?

Tra. If he be credulous, and trust my tale,

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He make him glad to seeme Vincentio,
And giue affurance to Baptista Minola,
As if he were the right Vincentio.

Par: Take me your loue, and then let me alone.

Enter a Pedant.

Ped. God faue you Sir.

Tra. And you sir, you are welcome,
Trauaile you farre on or are you at the fartheft?

Ped: Sir at the fartheft for a weeke or two,
But then vp farther, and as farre as Rome,
And so to Tripolic, if God lend me life.

Tra. What Countreyman I pray?

Ped. Of Mantua.

Tra. Of Mantua Sir, marrie God forbid,
And come to Padua carelesse of your life.

Ped. My life fir? how I pray? for that goes hard.

Tra. 'Tis death for any one in Mantua
To come to Padua, know you not the caufe?

Your ships are flaid at Venice, and the Duke
For private quarrell 'twixt your Duke and him,
Hath publish'd and proclaim'd it openly:

'Tis maruaile, but that you are but newly come,
You might haue heard it else proclaim'd about.

Ped. Alas, fir, it is worfe for me then so,
For I haue bills for monie by exchange

From Florence and must heere deliuer them.

Tra. Well fir, to doe you courteſe,
This will I doe, and this I will auide you.

First tell me, haue you euer beene at Pisa?

Ped. I fir, in Pisa haue I often bin,

Pisa renowned for graue Citizens.

Tra. Among them know you one Vincentio?

Ped. I know him not, but I haue heard of him:
A Merchant of incomparable wealth.

Tra. He is my father fir, and ſooth to ſay,
In count'nance somewhat doth reſemble you.

Bion. As much as an apple doth an oyler, and all one,

Tra. To faue your life in this exremitie,
This fanor will I doe you for his ſake,

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And thinke it not the worth of all your fortunes,
That you are like to Sir Vincentio.

His name and credit shall you vnderake,
And in my house you shall be friendly lodg'd,
Looke that you take vpon you as you should,
You vnderſtand me fir: so shall you flay

Till you have done your buſinſe in the Citie:
If this be courtſie fir, accept of it.

Ped. Oh fir I doe, and will repute you euer
The patron of my life and libertie.

Tra. Then goe with me, to make the matter good,

This by the way I let you vnderſtand,
My father is heere look'd for euerie day,
To paſſe affurance of a dowre in marriage

'Twixt me, and one Baptistaas daughter heere:
In all these circumstances Ile inſtruct you,
Goe with me to cloath you as becomes you.

Exeunt.

Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.

Enter Katherina and Grumio.

Gru. No, no forſooth I dare not for my life.

Kat. The more my wrong, the more his ſpite appears.

What, did he marrie me to famiſh me?
Beggars that come vnto my fathers doore,

Vpon intreatie haue a preſent almes,

It not, elsewhere they meete with charitie:

But I, who neuer knew how to intreat,
Nor neuer needed that I should intreat,

Am ſtaru'd for meate, giddie for lacke of ſleepe:

With oathes kept waking, and with brawling ſed,

And that which ſpightes me more then all thele wants,

He does it vnder name of perſect loue:

As who should ſay if I should ſleepe or eate,

'Twere deadly ſickneſſe, or eſſe preſent death.

I prethee goe, and get me some repaſt,

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I care not what, so it be wholsome foode.

Gru. What say you to a Neats foote?

Kate. 'Tis paffing good, I prethee let me haue it.

Gru. I feare it is too chollericke a meate,

How say you to a fat Tripe finely broyl'd?

Kate. I like it well, good Grumio fetch it me.

Gru. I cannot tell, I feare 'tis chollericke.

What say you to a peace of Beece and Mustard?

Kate. A dish that I do loue to feede vpon.

Gru. I but the Mustard is too hot a little.

Kate. Why then the Beece, and let the Mustard reft.

Gru. Nay then I will not, you shall haue the Mustard

Or else you get no Beece of Grumio.

Kate. Then both or one, or any thing thou wilt.

Gru. Why then the Mustard without the beece.

Kate. Go get thee gone, thou faile deluding flaue,

Beats him.

That feedt me with the verie name of meate.

Sorrow on thee, and all the packe of you

That triumph thus vpon my miserie :

Go get thee gone I say.

Enter Petruchio, and Hortensio with meate.

Petr. How fares my Kate, what sweeting all a-mort?

Hor. Miftris, what cheere?

Kate. Faith ascold as can be.

Petr. Plucke vp thy spirits, looke cheerefully vpon me.

Heere Loue, thou feelst how diligent I am,

To dreffe thy meate my selfe, and bring it thee.

I am sure sweet Kate, this kindneſſe merits thankes.

What, not a word? Nay then thou loue't it not :

And all my paines iſ'reed to no proofe.

Heere take away this dish.

Kate. I pray you let it stand.

Petr. The poorest teruice is repaide with thankes,

And to ſhall mine before you touch the meate.

Kate. I thanke you fir.

Hor. Signior Petruchio, ſie you are to blame :

Come Miftris Kate, Ile beare you companie.

Petr. Eate it vp all Hortensio, if thou loue't mee:

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Much good do it vnto thy gentle heart:

Kate eate apace ; and now my honie Loue,

Will we returne vnto thy Fathers house,

And reuell it as braulye as the beſt,

With ſilken coats and caps, and golden Rings,

With ruffes and Cuffes, and Fardingales, and thinges:

With Scarſes, and fannes, and double change of Drau'ry,

With Amber Bracelets, Beads, and all this knau'ry.

What haſt thou din'd? The Tailor ſtayes thy leaſure:

To decke thy bodie with his ruffling treaſure,

Enter Tailor.

Come Tailor, let vs fee theſe ornaments

Enter Haberdasher

Lay forth the Gowne. What newes with you fir?

Fel. Heere is the cap your Worſhip did betpeake.

Petr. Why this was moulded on a porrenger,

A Veluer di h: Fie, ſie, 'tis lewd and filthy,

Why 'tis a cockle or a wallnut-ſhell,

A knack, a toy, a tricke, a babies cap:

Away with it come let me haue a bigger.

Kate. Ile haue no bigger, this dorn fit the time,

And Gent lewomen weare ſuch caps as theſe.

Petr. When you are gentle, you ſhall haue one too,

And not till then.

Hor. That will not be in haſt.

Kate. Why fir I truſt I may haue leaue to ſpeake,

And ſpeake I will. I am no childe, no babe,

Your be ſers haue indu'd me ſay my minde

And it you cannot, beſt you ſtop your eares,

My tongue will tell the anger of my heart,

Or eſſe my heart concealing it will breake,

And rather then it ſhall, I will be free,

Euen to the vitermoſt as I pleafe in words.

Petr. Why thou taiet true, it is a paltrie cap,

A cuſtard coſſen a bauble, a ſilken pie,

I loue thee well in that thou lik'st it not.

Kate. Loue me, or loue me not, I like the cap,

And it I will haue, or I will haue none.

Petr. Thy gowne why I : come Tailor let vs fee't.

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Oh mercie God, what masking fluffe is here?
What's this? a fl eeue? 'is like a de ni-cannon,
What, vp and downe caru'd like an apple Fart ?

Heersnip, and nip, and cut, and flash and flash,
Like to a Cenfor in a barbers hoppe :

Why what a deuils name a Tailor cal't thou this ?

Hor. I fee fl ees like to haue neither cap nor gowne.

Tai. You bid me make it orderlie and well,

According to the fashion, and the time.

Pet. Marrie and did : but if you be remembred,

I did not bid you marrie it to the time.

Goe hop me ouer every kennell home,

For you shall hop without my custome fir :

He none of it; hence, make your beft of it.

Kate. I neuer saw a better fashion'd gowne,

More queint, more pleafing, nor more commendable :

Belike you meane to make a puppet of me.

Pet. Why true, he meanes to make a puppet of thee,

Tail. She faies your Worſhip meanes to make a puppet of her.

Pet. Oh monſtrous arrogance :

Thou lyeft, thou thred, thou thimble,

Thou yard three quarters, halfe yard, quarter, naile,

Thou Flea, thou Nit, thou winter cricket thou :

Brau'd in mine owne houſe with a skeine of thred:

Awa y thou Ragge, thou quantitie, thou remnant,

Or I haſt ſo be-mete thee with thy yard,

As thou haſt thinke on prating whilft thou liuſt :

I tell thee I, that thou haſt marr'd her gowne.

Tail. Your worſhip is decciu'd, the gowne is made

Iuſt as my maſter had direct ion :

Grumio gaue order how it should be done.

Gru. I gaue him no order, I gaue him the fl uffe.

Tail. But how did you deſire it ſhould be made?

Gru. Marrie fir with needle and thred.

Tail. But did you not requeſt to haue it cut ?

Gru. Thou haſt fac'd many things.

Tail. I haue.

Gru. Face not mee : thou haſt brau'd many men, braue not
me; I will neither bee fac'd nor brau'd. I ſay vnto thee, I bid thy
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Master cut out the gowne, but I did not bid him cut it to pieces,
Ergo thou lieſt.

Tail. Why here is the note of the fashion to teſtifie.

Pet. Read it.

Gru. I the note lies in's throate if he ſay I ſaid so.

Tail. Inprimis a loose bodied gowne.

Gru. Maſter, if euer I ſaid loose-bodied gowne, ſow mein
the Skirts of it, and beate me to death with a bottome ot browne
thred : I ſaid a gowne.

Pet. Proceed.

Tail. With a small compaſt cape.

Gru. I confefſe the cape.

Tail. With a trunke fl eeue.

Gru. I confell two fl eeues.

Tail. The fl eeues curiously cut.

Pet. I there's the villaine.

Gru. Error i'th bill fir, error i'th bill? I commanded the fl eeue
ſhould be cut out, and ſow'dvp againe, and that He proue vpon
thee, though thy little finger be armed in a thimble.

Tail. This is true that I ſay, and I had thee in place where,
thou should it know it.

Gru. I am for thee ſtraight : take thou the bill, giue me thy
meate-yard, and ſpare not me.

Hor. God-a-mercy Grumio, then he ſhall haue no oddes.

Pet. Well fir in breeſe the gowne is not for me.

Gru. You are i'th right fir, 'tis for my miſtris.

Pet. Go take it vp vnto thy maſters vſe.

Gru. Villaine, not for thy life : Take vp my Miſtreſſe gowne
for thy maſter vſe.

Pet. Why fir what's your conceit in that?

Gre. Oh fir, the conceit is deeper then you thinke for :

Take vp my Miſtris gowne to his maſters vſe.

Oh ſie, ſie, ſie.

Pet. Hertenſo, ſay thou wilt ſee the Tailor paide.

Go take it; hence, be gone, and ſay no more.

Hor. Tailor, Ile pay thee for thy gowne to morrow,
Takeno vnkindneſſe of his haſtie words :

Away I ſay, commend me to thy maſter.

Exit Tail.

Pet. Well come my Kate, we will vnto your fathers,

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Fuen in these honeste meanes, habiliments:
Our purpes shall be proud, our garments poore:
For 'tis the mind that makes the bodie rich.
And as the Sunne breakes through the darkest clouds,
So honor peereth in the meaneest habit.
What is the lay more precious then the Larke?
Because his feathers are more beautifull:
Or is the Adder better then the Eele,
Because his paint ed Skin contents the eye.
Oh no Kate : neither art thou the worfe
For this poore furniture, and meane array.
If thou accounted it flame, lay it on me,
And therefore frolike, we will hence forthwith,
To feaft and sport vs at thy fathers house,
Gocall my men, and let vs flraight to him,
And bring our horfes vnto Long lane end,
There will we mount, and thither walke on foote,
Let's see, I thinke 'tis now some ſeuen a clocke,
And well we may come there by dinner time.

Kate. I dare assure you fir, 'tis almost two,
And 'twill be fupper time ere you come there.

Pet. It shall be ſeuen ere I go to horſe :
Looke what I speake, or do, or thinke to doe,
You are full croſſing it, firſ let 't alone,
I will not goe to day, and ere I doe,
It shall be what a clock I ſay it is.

Hor. Why ſo this Gallant will command the ſunne:

Enter Tranio, and the Pedant dreſt like Vincentio.

Tra. Sirs, this is the house, please it you that I call.

Ped. I what eſſe, and but I be deceiued,

Signior Baptista may remember me,

Necre twentii yeares a goe in Genoa.

Tra. Where we e e were Lodgers, at the Pegasus,
Tis well, and hold your owne in any cafe
With such auſteritie as length to a father.

Enter Biondello.

Ped. I warrant you : but fir here comes your boy,

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Twere good he wereſe School'd.

Tra. Feare you not him : firra Biondello,
Now doe your dutie throughlie I aduife you:
Imagine't were the righ Vincentio.

Bion. Tut, feare not me.

Tra. But haſt thou done thy errand to Baptista.

Bion. I told him that your father was at Venice.

And that you look't for him this day in Padua.

Tra. Th'art a tall fellow, hold thee that to drinke,
Here comes Baptista : let your countenance fir.

Enter Baptista and Lucentio: Pedant booted
and bare headed.

Tra. Signior Baptista you are happilie met:
Sir, this is the Gentleman I told you of,
I pray you stand good father to me now,
Gie me Bianca for my Patrimony.

Ped. Soft ſon: fir by your leaue, hauing come to Padua
To gather in ſome debts, my ſon Lucentio
Made me acquainted with a waightie cauſe
Of loue beteweene your daughter and himſelfe:
And for the good report I heare of you,
And for the loue he beareth to your daughter,
And ſheeto him: to ſtay him not too long,
I am content in a good fathers care.

To haue him matcht, and if you pleafe to like
No worſe then I vpon ſome agreement
Me ſhall you finde readie and willing

With one content to haue her ſo beſtowed:
For curious I cannot be with you
Signior Baptista, of whom I heare ſo well.

Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I haue to ſay,
Your plainneſſe and your ſhortneſſe please me well
Right true it is your ſon Lucentio here
Doth loue my daughter and ſhe loueth him
Or both diſſemble deeply their affections:
And therefore if you ſay no more then this,
That like a father you will deale with him,
And palle my daughter a ſufficient dower,

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The match is made and all is done,
Your sonne shall haue my daughter with consent.

Tra. I thanke you fir, where then doe you know best
We be affied and such affurance tane,
As shall with either parts agreement stand.

Bap. Not in my house Lucentio for you know.
Pitchers haue cares, and I haue manie seruants,
Besides old Gremio is harking still,
And happilie we may be interrupted.

Tra. Then at my lodging, and it like you,
There doth my fatherlie: and there this night
Weele palle the businesse priuately and well:
Send for your daughter by your seruant here,
My boy shall fetch the Scruinener precentlie,
The worlt is this that at so slender warning,
You are like to haue a thin and slender pittance.

Bap. It likes me well :
Cambio hie you home and bid Bianca make her readie straight:
And if you will tell what hath hapned,
Lucentios father isARRIVED in Padua,
And how she's like to be Lucentios wife.

Biond. I pray the Gods she may with all my heart.

Exit.

Tran. Dallie not with the Gods, but get thee gone.

Enter Peter.

Signior Baptista shall I leade the way,
Welcome, one mele is like to be your eheere,

Come fir we will better it in Pisa,

Bap. I follow you.

Exeunt.

Enter Lucentio and Biondello.

Bion. Cambio.

Luc. What faill thou Biondello.

Biond. You saw my Master winke and laugh vpon you?

Luc. Biondello, what of that?

Biond. Faith nothing: but has left me here behinde to expound
the meaning or morall of his fines and tokens.

Luc. I pray thee moralize them.

Biond. Then thus: Baptista is safe talking with the deceiving
Father of a deceitfull sonne.

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Luc. And what of him?

Biond. His daughter is to be brought by you to the fupper.

Luc. And then.

Bion. The old Priest at Saint Lukes Church is at your command at all hours.

Luc. And what of all this.

Bion. I cannot teli, expect they are buſed about a counter-
feit affurance: take you affurance of her, Cum preuilegio ad Impre-
mendum solem, to th' Church take the Prief, Clarke, and ſome
ſufficient honest witneſſes:

If this bee not that you looke for, I haue no more to ſay,
But bid Bianca farewell for euer and a day.

Luc. Hear'st thou Biondello.

Biond. I cannot tarrie: I knew a wench married in an after-
neone as she went to the Garden for Parſeley to fluffe a Rabit, and
ſo may you fir: and ſo adew fir, my Maſler hath appointed me to
goe to Saint Lukes to bid the Prief be readie to come againſt you
come with your appendix.

Luc. I may and will, if the be so contented:
She will be pleasd, then wherefore should I doubt:
Hap what hap may, I'll roundly go about her:

It ſhall go hard if Cambio go without her.

Exit.

Enter Petruchio Kate Hortensio.

Petr. Come on a God's name, once more towards our fathers:
Good Lord how bright and goodly ſhines the Moone.

Kate. The Moone, the Sunne: it is not Moone-light now.

Put. I ſay it is the Moone that ſhines so bright.

Kate. I know it is the Sunne that thine, so bright.

Petr. Now by my mothers ſonne, and that's my ſelfe,
It shall be moone, or ſtarre, or what I lift,
Or eſel journey to your Fathers house:

Goe on, and fetch our horſes backe againe

Ener more croſt and croſt, nothing but croſt,

Hort. Say as he faies, or we ſhall neuer goe

Kate. Forward I pray, ſince we haue come ſo far,
And be it moone, or Sunne, or what you pleafe:

And if you pleafe to call it a ruff Candle :

Henceforth I vowe it shall be so for me.

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Petr. Ifay it is the Moone.

Kate. I know it is the Moone.

Petr. Nay then you lye: it is the bleffed Sunne.

Kate. Then God be bleſt, it is the bleſſed fun,

But funne it is not, when you ſay it is not.

And the Moone changes euen as your minde:

What you will haue it nam'd, euen that it is,

And so it shall be so for Katherine.

Hort. Petruchio, goe thy wayes, the field is won.

Petr. Well, forward, forward thus the bowle should run,

And not unluckily againſt the Biss:

But soft: Company is comming here.

Enter Vincentio.

Good morrow gentle Miftris, where away:

Tell me of sweete Kate, and tell me truely too,

Haſt thou beheſd a freſher Gentlewoman:

Such warre of white and red within her cheekes:

What ſtarrs do ſpangle heauen with such beautie,

As thofe two eyes become that heauenly face?

Faire louely Maide, once more good day to thee:

Sweete Kate embrace her for her beauties ſake.

Hort. A will make the man mad to make the woman of him.

Kate. Yong budding Virgin, faire, and freſh, and ſweete,

Whether away, or whether is thy aboade?

Happy the parents of so faire a childe;

Happier the man whom favourable ſtars

Alots thee for his louely bedfellow.

Petr. Why how now Kate, I hope thou art not mad,

This is a man old, wrinkled, faded, withered,

And not a Maiden, as thou faſt he is.

Kate. Pardon old father my miftaking eyes,

That haue bin so bedazled with the funne,

That every thing I look on seemeth greene:

Now I perceiue thou art a reuerent Father:

Pardon I pray thee for my mad miftaking.

Petr. Do good old grandſire, and with all make knowne

Which way thou trauelleſt if along with vs,

Wee ſhall be ioyfull of thy company:

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Petr. Faire Sir, and you my merry Miftris,

That with your ſtrange encounter much amafde me:

My name is call'd Vincentio, my dwelling Pisa,

And bound I am to Padua, there to uſiſe

A ſonne of mine, which long I haue not ſcene.

Petr. What is his name?

Vinc. Lucentio Gentle ſir.

Petr. Happily met, the happier for thy ſonne:

And now by Law, as well as reuerent age,

I may intitle thee my louing Father,

The lifter to my wife, this Gentlewoman,

Thy Sonne by this hath married: wonder not,

Nor be not grieued, ſhe is of good eſteeme,

Her dowrie wealthie, and of worthie birth;

Befide, so qualified, as may be ſeeme

The Spouſe of any noble Gentlewoman:

Let me imbrace with old Vincentio,

And wander we to ſee thy honest ſonne,

Who will of thy arrival be full ioyous.

Vinc. But is this true, or is it eſſe your pleafure,

Like pleafant trauailors to breake a iest-

Vpon the companie you ouertake?

Hort. I do aſſure thee father so it is.

Petr. Come goe along and ſee the truth hereof,

For our first merriment hath made thee icalous.

Exeunt.

Hor. Well Petruchio, this has put me in heart;

Haue to my Widdow, and if she ſroward,

Then haſt thou taught Hortensio to be untoward.

Exit

Enter Biondello, Lucentio and Bianca, Gremio
is out before.

Biond. Softly and swifely ſir, for the Priekſt is ready.

Luc. I flie Biondello; but they may chance to neeſte thee at
home therefore leaue vs.
Exit.

Biond, Nay faith'le ſee the Church a your backe,
And then come backe to my miſtris as ſoone as I can.

Gre. I maruaile Cambio comes not all this while.

Enter Petruckio, Kate, Vincentio, Grumio
With attendants.

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Petr. Sir here's the doore, this is Lucentio house,
My Fathers beares more toward the Market-place,
Thither must I and heere I leaue you fir.

Vin. You shall not choose but drinke before you go.
I thinke I shall command your welcome here;
And by all likelihood some cheere is toward.

Grem. They're buſie within, you were best knocke lowder.

Pedant looks out of the window.

Ped. What's he that knockes as he would beate downe the gate?

Vin. Is Signior Lucentio within fir?

Ped. He's within fir, but not to be ſpoken withall.

Vinc. What if a man bring him a hundred pound or two to make merrie withall.

Ped. Keepe your hundred pounds to your ſelfe, he shall neede none ſo long as I liue.

Petr. Nay, I told you your ſonne was beloved in Padua: doe you heare fir, to leaue friuolous circumſtances, I pray you tell Signior Lucentio that his Father is come from Pisa, and is heere at the doore to ſpeake with him.

Ped. Thou lieth his Father is come from Padua, and here looking out of the window.

Vin. Art thou his Father?

Ped. I fir, ſo his mother ſayes if I may beleeue her.

Petr. Why how now Gentleman: why this is flat knauerie to take vpon you an other mans name.

Ped. Lay hands on the villaine, I beleeue a meanes to cozen some bodie in this Citie vnder my countenance.

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Bion. I haue ſeene them in the Church together, God ſend them good ſhpping: but who is heere; mine old Maſter Vincentio: now we are vndone and brought to nothing.

Vin. Come hither crackhempe.

Bion. I hope I may choose Sir.

Vin. Come hither you rogue, what haue you forgot mee?

Biond. Forgot you, no fir: I could not forget you, for I neuer ſaw you before in all my life.

Vinc. What, you notorius villaine, didſt thou neuer ſee thy Maſter his father, Vincentio?

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Bion. What my worshipfull old Maſter? yes marrie ſir ſee where he looks out of the window.

Vin. Iſt so indeede. He beates Biondello.

Bion. Helpe, helpe, helpe, here's a mad man will murder me.

Pedan. Help, ſonne, helpe Signior Baptista.

Pet. Prechee: Kate let's stand aside and ſee the end of this centrouerſie.

Enter Pedant with ſerchants, Baptista, Tranio.

Tra. Sir what are you that offer to beate my ſeruant?

Vinc. What am I fir: nay what are you fir: oh immortal Gods: oh fine villaine, a ſilken doublet, a veluet hoſe, a scarlet cloak and a copataine hat: oh I am vndone, I am vndone: while I plaie the good husband at home, my ſonne and my ſeruant ſpend all at the vnjuerſitie.

Tra. How now what's the matter?

Bapt. What is the man lunaticke?

Tra. Sir, you ſeeme a sober ancient Gentleman by your habit but your words ſhew you a mad man: why fir, what cernes it you, if I weare Pearle and gold: I thanke my good father, I am able to maintaine it.

Vin. Thy father: oh villaine, he is a Saile-maker in Bergame.

Bap. You Miſtake fir, you miſtake fir, praie what do you think is his name?

Vin. His name, as if I knew not his name: I haue broughte him vp euer ſince he was three yecres old, and his name is Tranio.

Ped. Awaie, away mad aſſe, his name is Lucentio, and he is mine onelie ſonne and heire to the lands of me ſignior Vincentio.

Vin. Lucentio, oh he hath murdred his Maſter; I ay hold on him I charge you in the Dukes name: oh my ſonne, my ſonne: tell me thou villaine, where is my ſonne Lucentio?

Tra. Call forth an officer: Carrie this mad knaue to the Iaile: Father Baptista, I charge you ſee that he be forth comming.

Vin. Carrie mee to the Iaile?

Gre. Staie officer, he shall not go to prifon.

Bap. Talke not ſignior Gremio: I ſay he shall goe to prifon.

Gre. Take heede ſignior Baptista, Ieſt you be conicatcht in this buſineſſe: I dare ſweare this is the right Vincentio.

Ped. Sweare if thou dar'st,

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Gre. Naie, I dare not weare it.

Tran. Then thou wert best fay that I am not Lucentio,

Gre. Yes I know thee to be Signior Lucentio.

Bap. Away with the dotard, to the laile with him.

Enter Biandello, Lucentio and Bianca

Vin. Thus strangers may be haild and abus'd: oh monstrous vil-
laine.

Bion. Oh we are spoil'd, and yonder he is, denie him, for weare
him, or else wee are all vndone.

Exit Biondello, Tranio and Pedant as fast as may be.

Luc. Pardon sweete father.

Kneele.

Vin, Liues my sweete sonne?

Bian. Pardon deere father.

Bap. How haft thou offended, where is Lucentio?

Luc. Heere's Lucentio, right sonne to the right Vincentio,

That haue by marriage made thy daughter mine,

While counterfeit supposes bleer'd thine eine.

Gre. Heere's packing with a witneſſe to deceiue vs all,

Vin. Where is that damned villaine Tranio,

That fac'd and braued me in this matter so?

Bap. Why, tell me is not this my Cambio ?

Bian. Cambio is chang'd into Lucentio.

Luc. Loue wrought these miracles, Biannual loue

Made me exchange my ſtare with Tranio,

While he did beare my countenance in the Towne,

And happilie I haue arriued at the lat

Vnto the wifed hauen of my bliffe :

What Tranio did, my ſelfe enſorſt him to;

Then pardon him, sweete Father for my ſake.

Vin. Ile flur the villaines nose that would haue ſent me to the
laile.

Bap. But doe you heare ſir, haue you married my daughltes
without asking my good will?

Vin. Feare not Baptista, wee will content you, go to:
but I will in to be reueng'd for this villanie.

Exit.

Bap. And I to found the depth of this knauerie,

Exit.

Luc. Looke not pale Bianca, thy father will not frowne.

Exeunt.

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Out of hope of all, but my share of the feast,

Kate. Husband let's follow, to see the end of this adoe.

Petr. First kiffe me Kate, and wee will.

Kate. What in the midst of the streete ?

Petr. What art thou aſham'd of me?

Kate. No fir, God forbid, but aſham'd to kiffe.

Petr. Why then let's home againe: Come Sir, let's away.

Kate. Nay, I will giue thee a kiffe, now pray Lone stay.

Petr. Is not this well? come my sweete Kate.

Better once then neuer, for neuer too late.

Exeunt.

Actus Quintus.

Enter Baptista, Vincentio, Gremio, the Pedant, Lucentio, and
Bianca, Tranio, Biondello Grumio, and widdow.

The ſeruingmen with Tranio bringing

in a Banquet.

Lac. At last, though long, our iarring notes agree,

And time it is when raging warre is come,

To ſmile at ſcapes and perils ouerblowne :

My faire Bianca bid my father welcome,

While I with ſelfe fame kindneſſe welcome thine:

Brother Petruchio, lifter Katerina,

And thou Hortenſo with thy louing Widdow :

Feast with the best, and welcome to my house,

My banket is to close our stomakes vp

After our great good cheere: pray you fit downe,

For now wee fit to chat as well as eate.

Petr. Nothing but fit and fit, and eate and eate.

Bap. Padua affords this kindneſſe ſonne Petruchio.

Petr. Padua affords nothing but what is kind.

Hor. For both our fakes I would that word were true,

Peta. New for my life Hortenſo feares his Widow.

Wid. Then neuer trust me if I be affeard.

Petr. You are very ſensible, and yet you miffle my ſence:

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I meane Hortensio is efeard of you.

Wid: He that is giddie thinkes the world turns round.

Petr. Roundly replied.

Kate. Miftris how meane you that?

Wid. Thus I conceiue by him.

Petr. Conceiues by me, how likes Hertenſo that?

Hor. My Widdow ſayes, thus ſhe conceiues her tale.

Petr. Verie well mended: kiſſe him for that good Widdow.

Kate. He that is giddie thinkeſ the world turns round,

I pray you tell me what you meant by that.

Wid. Your husband being troubled with a ſhrew,
Meaſures my husbands ſorrow, by his woe:

And now you know my meaning.

Kate. A verie meane meaning.

Wid. Right. I meane you.

Kat. And I am meane indeed, reſpecting you.

Petr. To her Kate.

Hor. To her Widdow.

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

Hor. That's my office.

Petr. Spoke like an Officer: ha to thee Lad.

Drinker to Hertenſo.

Bap. How likes Gremio these quicke witted folkes?

Gre. Beleeue me fir, they But together well.

Bian. Head, and But an haſtie witted bodie,

Would ſay your Head and But were head and horne.

Vin. I Miftris Bride, hath that awakened you?

Bian. I, but not frighted me, therefore Ile sleepe againe,

Petr. Nay that you ſhall not ſince you haue begun:

Haue at you for a better Ieſt or too.

Bian. Am I your Bird, I meane to ſhift my buſſ,
And then purſue me as you draw my Bow.

You are welcome all.

Exit Bianca.

Petr. She hath preuented me, here ſignior Tranſo,

This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not,
Therefore a health to all that ſhot and mift.

Tri. Oh fir, Lucentio ſipt me like his Gray-hound,

Which runs him ſelfe and catches for his Maſter.

Petr. A good swiſt ſimile, but ſomething curriſſo.

Tid.

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Trid. Tis well fir that you hunted for your ſelfe:

Tis thought your Deere does hold you at a baye.

Bap. Oh, oh Pretuchio, Tranſio hits you now.

Luc. I thanke thee for that gi'd good Tranſio.

Hor. Conſſeſſe, conſſeſſe, hath he not hit you here?

Petr. A has alitle gald me I conſſeſſe:

And as the Ieſt did glaunce away from me,

Tisten to one it maiſ'd you too ouſt right.

Bap. Now in good ſadneſſe ſonne Petruſchio,
I thinke thou haſt the verieſt ſhrew of all.

Petr. Well I ſay no: and therefore fir, aſſurance,
Let's each one ſend vnto his wife,

And he whose wife is moſt obedient,

To come at firſt when he doth ſend for her,

Shall win the wager which we will propoſe.

Hort. Content what's the wager?

Luc. Twentie crownes.

Petr. Twentie crownes.

Ile venture ſo much of my Hawke or Hound,

But twentie times ſo much vpon my Wife.

Luc. A hundred then.

Her. Content.

Petr. A match 'tis done.

Hor. Who ſhall begin?

Luc. That will I.

Goe Biondello, bid your Miftris come to me.

Bio. I goe.

Bap. Sonne Ile be you halſe, Bianca comes.

Luc. Ile haue no halues: Ile beare it all my ſelfe.

Enter Biondello.

How now, what newes?

Bion. Sir, my Miftris ſends you word

That ſhe is buſſe, and ſhee cannot come.

Petr. How ? thes'abuſſe and ſhee cannot come: is that an anſwered?

Gre. I, and a kinde one too:

Prae God fir your wife ſend you not a worſe.

Petr. I hope better.

Her. Siра Biondello, goe and intreate my wife to come to me
forthwith.

Exit.

Exit. Bion.

Peta.

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Pet. Oh ho intreate her, may then she must needs come:
Hor. I am affraid fir, doe what you can

Enter Biondello.

Yours will not be intreated: Now where's my wife?

Bion. She fayes you haue some goodly left in hand,

She will not come : the bids you come to her.

Petr. Worfe and worfe she will not come:

Oh vild, intollerable, not to be indur'd :

Sirra Grumio, goe to your Miftris,

Say I command her come to me.

Hor. I know her anfwere.

Pet. What?

Hor. She will not.

Petr. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end.

Enter Katerina.

Bap. Now by my hollidam here comes Katerina.

Kat. What is your will fir, that you ſend for me?

Petr. Where is your lifter, and Hortenfios wife ?

Kate. They fit conferring by the Parler fire.

Petr. Goe fetch them hither, if they denie to come,
Swinge me them foundly forth vnto their husbands :

Away I ſay, and bring them hither ſtraight.

Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talke of a wonder.

Hor. And so it is : I wonder what it boads.

Petr. Marrie peace it boads, and loue, and quiet life,

An awful rule, and right ſupremacie :

And to be ſhort, what not, that's ſwetee and ſappie.

Bap. Now faire befall thee good Petruchio ;

The wager thou haſt won, and I will adde

Vnto their loſſes twentie thouſand crownes,

Another dowrie to another daughter,

For ſhe is chang'd as ſhe had neuer bin.

Petr. Nay, I will win my wager better yet,

And ſhew more ſigne of her obedience,

Her new built vertue and obedience,

Enter Kate, Bianca, and Widdow.

See where ſhe comes, and brings your froward Wives

As prisoners to her womanlie perſwafion :

Katerina

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Katerina, that Cap of yours becomes you not,
Off with that bable, throw it vnder foote.

Wid. Lord let me neuer haue a cauſe to ſigh,
Till I be brought to such a fillie pate.

Bian. Fie what a foolish dutie call you this?

Luc. I would your dutie were as foolish too :

The wifdome of your dutie faire Bianca,

Hath cost me ſue hundred crownes ſince ſupper time,

Bian. The more fool you for laying on my dutie.

Pet. Katherine I charge thee tell these head-strong women,
what dutie they doe owe their Lords and husbands.

Wid. Come, come, your mocking : we will haue no telling.

Pet. Come on I ſay, and firſt begin with her,

Wid. She shall not.

Pet. I ſay she shall, and firſt begin with her.

Kate. Fie, ſie, vnknit that threatening vnkind brow,
And dart not ſcornefull glances from those eies,

To wound thy Lord, thy King, thy Gouernour.

It blots thy beautie, as froſts doe bite the Meades,

Confound thy fame, as whir lewindes shake faire budds,

And in no ſence is meete or amiable.

A woman mou'd, is like a fountaine troubled,
Muddie, ill ſeeming thick e, bereft of beautie,

And while it is ſo, none ſo drie or thirtie:

Will daigne to ſip, or touch one drop of it.

Thy husband is thy Lord, thy life, thy Keeper,

Thy head, thy ſoueraigne : one that cares for thee,

And for thy mainten ance. Commits his bodie

To painfull labour, both by ſea and land:

To watch the night in ſlorames, the day in cold,

Whilft thou ly'lt warme at home, ſecure and ſafe,

And craues no other tribute at thy hands;

But loue, ſare lookes, and true obedience;

Too little payment for ſo great a debt.

Such dutie as the ſubieſt owes the Prince,

Euen ſuch a woman oweth to her husband :

And when ſhe is froward, peecuſh, ſullen, ſower,

And not obedient to his honest will:

What is ſhe but a foule contending Rebel,

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And gracelesse Traitour to her louing Lord ?
I am a ham'd that women are so simple,
To offer warre, who:e they should kneele for peace:
Or seeke for rule, SUPREMACIE, and Iway,
When they are bound to ferue, loue, and obay.
Why are our bodies soft, and weake, and smooth,
Vnapt to toyle, and trouble in the world,
But that our soft conditions, and our harts.
Should well agree with our externall parts?
Come, come, you froward and vnable worines
My minde hath bin as bigge as one of yours,
My heart as great, my resor, haplie more,
To bandie word for word, and frowne for frowne;
But now I see our Launces are but strawes :
Our strength as weake, our weakenesse past compare,
That seeming to be most, which we indeed leaft are.
Then vale your stomacks, for it is no boore,
And place your hands below your husbands soote:
In token of which dutie, if he pleafe,
My hand is readiemay it do him eafe.

Pet. Why ther's a wench: come on, and kisse me Kate.

Luc. Well go thy wayes old Lad for thou shalt ha't.

Yin. 'Tis a good hearing, when children are toward.

Luc. But a harsh hearing, when women are froward,

Pet. Come Kate, weel to bed,

We three are married, but you two are sped.

Twas I won the wager though you hit the white.

And being a winner, God give you good night,

Exit Petruchio.

Horten. Now go thy wayes thou haſt tam'd a curſt Shrow.

Luc. 'Tis a wonder by your leaue, she will tam'd so.

FINIS.