Hath publish'd and proclaim'd it openly:
'Tis marvel; but that your're but newly come,
You might have heard it else proclaim'd about.
Ped. Alas Sir, it is worse for me than so;
For I have bills for money by exchange
From Florence, and must here deliver them.
Tra. Well, Sir, to do you courtesy,
This will I do, and this will I advise you ;-
First tell me, have you ever been at Pisa?
Ped. Ay, Sir, in Pisa have I often been;
Pisa, renowned for grave citizens.

Tra. Among them, know you one Vincentio?
Ped. I know him not, but I have heard of
A merchant of incomparable wealth. [him;
Tra. He is my father, Sir; and, sooth to say,
In countenance somewhat doth resemble you.
Bion. As much as an apple doth an oyster,
and all one.
[Aside.

Tra. To save your life in this extremity, This favour will I do you for his sake: And think it not the worst of all your fortunes, That you are like to Sir Vincentio. His name and credit shall you undertake, And in my house you shall be friendly lodg'd:

Look, that you take upon you as you should; You understand me, Sir;-so shall you stay Till you have done your business in the city: If this be courtesy, Sir, accept of it.

Ped. O, Sir, I do; and will repute you ever The patron of my life and liberty.

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

This, by the way, I let you understand: My father is here look'd for every day, To pass assurance of a dower in marriage "Twixt me and one Baptista's daughter here: In all these circumstances I'll instruct you : Go with me, Sir, to clothe you as becomes you. [Exeunt. SCENE III..--A Room in PETRUCHIO's House. Enter KATHARINA and GRUMIO.

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

life.

Kath. The more my wrong, the more his spite appears:

What, did he marry me to famish me?
Beggars that come into my father's door,
Upon entreaty have a present alms;
If not, elsewhere they meet with charity:
But I,-who never knew how to entreat,-
Am starv'd for meat, giddy for lack of sleep:
With oaths kept waking, and with brawling
fed:
[wants,
And that which spites me more than all these
He does it under name of perfect love;
As who should say,-if I should sleep or eat,
Twere deadly sickness, or else present

death.

I pr'ythee go, and get me some repast:
I care not what, so it be wholsome food.
Gru. What say you to a neat's foot?
Kath. "Tis passing good; I pr'ythee let me

have it.

Gru. I fear, it is too choleric a meat ;How say you to a fat tripe, finely broil'd?

Gru. Nay, then I will not; you shall have the mustard.

Or else you get no beef of Grumio.

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

Gru. Why then the mustard without the beef.

Kath. Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding slave, [Beats him. That feed'st me with the very name of meat: Sorrow on thee, and all the pack of you, That triumph thus upon my misery! Go, get thee gone, I say.

Enter PETRUCHIO with a dish of meat; and

HORTENSIO.

Pet. How fares my Kate? What, sweeting, all amort ?*

Hor. Mistress, what cheer?
Kath. 'Faith, as cold as can be.

Pet. Pluck up thy spirits, look cheerfully upon me.

Here, love; thou see'st how diligent I am, To dress thy meat myself, and bring it thee: [Sets the dish on a table.

I am sure, sweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks. [not; What, not a word? Nay, then, thou lov'st it And all my pains is sorted to no proof :Here take away this dish.

Kath. 'Pray you, let it stand.

Pet. The poorest service is repaid with thanks;

And so shall mine, before you touch the meat.Kath. I thank you, Sir.

Hor. Signior Petruchio, fie! you are to blame!

Come, mistress Kate, I'll bear you company. Pet. Eat it up all Hortensio, if thou lov'st

me.

[Aside, Much good to do it unto thy gentle heart! Kate, eat a pace :-And now, my honey love, Will we return unto thy fathers's house; And revel it as bravely as the best, With silken coats, and caps, and golden rings, With ruffs, and cuffs, and farthingales, and things; [bravery,+ With scarfs, and fans, and double change of With amber bracelest, beads and all this knavery. [leisure, What, hast thou din'd? The tailor stays thy To deck thy body with his ruffling‡ treasure. Enter TAILOR.

Come, tailor, let us see these ornaments;
Enter HABERDASHER.

Lay forth the gown.-What news with you, Sir?

Hab. Here is the cap your worship did be

speak.

me.

Gru. I cannot tell; I fear 'tis choleric. What say you to a piece of beef, and mustard? Kath. A dish that I do love to feed upon. Gru. Ay, but the mustard is too hot a little. Kath. Why then the beef, and let the mustard rest.

Pet. When you are gentle, you shall have [one too, And not till then. [Aside.

Hor. That will not be in haste. Kath. Why, Sir, I trust, I may have leave to speak; *Dispirited; a gallicism. Finery.

Rustling.

cap;

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

Pet. Thy gown? why, ay :-Come tailor, let us see't.

O mercy, God! what masking stuff is here? What's this? a sleeve? 'tis like a demi-cannon: What! and down, carv'd like an apple-tart? up Here's snip, and nip and cut, and slish, and slash,

Like to a censert in a barber's shop :Why, what, o'devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this?

Hor. I see, she's like to have neither cap

nor gown.

[Aside.

Tai. You bid me make it orderly and well, According to the fashion, and the time.

Pet. Read it. Gru. The note lies in his throat, if he say I said so.

Tai. Imprimis, a loose-bodied gown:

Gru. Master, if ever I said loose-bodied gown, sew me in the skirts of it, and beat me to death with a bottom of brown thread: I said a gown. Pet. Proceed.

Tai. With a small compassed cape;*
Gru. I confess the cape.

Tai. With a trunk sleeve ;-
Gru. I confess two sleeves.
Tai. The sleeve curiously cut.

Pet. Ay, there's the villany.

Gru. Error i'the bill, Sir; error i'the bill. I commanded the sleeves should be cut out, and sewed up again; and that I'll prove upon thee, though thy little finger be armed in a thimble.

Tai. This is true, that I say; an I had thee in place where thou should'st know it.

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

Hor. God-a-mercy, Grumio! then he shall have no odds

me.

Pet. Well, Sir, in brief, the gown is not for

Gru. You are i'the right Sir; 'tis for my

of thee.

Tai. She says, your worship means to make a puppet of her.

Pet. O monstrous arrogance! Thou liest, thou thread,

Thou thimble,

[nail, Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter cricket thou: Brav'd in mine own house with a skein of thread!

Away thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant;
Or I shall so be-meted thee with thy yard,
As thou shalt think on pratting whilst thou
live'st!

I tell thee, I, that thou hast marr'd her gown.
Tai. Your worship is deceiv'd; the gown is

made

Gru. Marry, Sir, with needle and thread.
Tai. But did you not request to have it cut?
Gru. Thou hast faced many things.||
Tai. I have.

Gru. Face not me: thou hast braved many men; brave not me: I will neither be faced nor braved. I say unto thee,-I bid thy master cut out the gown; but I did not bid him cut it to pieces: ergo, thou liest.

Tai. Why, here is the note of the fashion to testify.

A coffin was the culinary term for raised crust.
These censers resembled our brasiers in shape.
Curious.
Be-measure.
Turned up many garments with facings.

Pet. Go, take it up unto thy master's use. Gru. Villain, not for thy life: Take up my mistress' gown for thy master's use!

Pet. Why, Sir, what's your conceit in that? Gru. O, Sir, the conceit is deeper than you think for:

Take up my mistress' gown to his master's use! O, fie, fie, fie!

-

Pet. Hortensio, say thou wilt see the tailor Go take it hence; be gone, and say no more. paid [Aside.

Hor. Tailor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to

clouds,

So honour peereth‡ in the meanest habit.
What, is the jay more precious then the lark,
Because his feathers are more beautiful?
Or is the adder better than the eel,
Because his painted skin contents the eye?
O, no,good Kate; neither art thou the worse
For this poor furniture, and mean array.
If thou account'st it shame, lay it on me:
And therefore, frolic; we will henceforth with,
To feast and sport us at thy father's house.-
Go call my men, and let us straight to him;
And bring our horses unto Long-lane end,
There will we mount, and thither walk on
foot.-

Let's see; I think, 'tis now some seven o'clock,
And well we may come there by dinner time.

Kath. I dare assure you, Sir, 'tis almost two; And 'twill be supper time, ere you come there. Pet. It shall be seven, ere I go to horse: Look, what I speak, or do, or think to do, You are still crossing it.-Sirs, let's alone: I will not go to-day; and ere I do, It shall be what o'clock, I say it is. *A round cape.

Measuring yard. Appearefit.

the sun.

[Exeunt.

Besides, old Gremio is hark'ning still,
And, happily,* we might be interupted.
Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you,
Sir:

There doth my father lie; and there, this night,
We'll pass the business privately and well:
Send for your daughter by your servant here,
My boy shall fetch the scrivener presently.
The worst is this,-that at so slender warning,
You're like to have a thin and slender pittance.
Bap. It likes me well:--Cambio, hie you
home,

And bid Bianca make her ready straight;

Ped. Soft, son!

Sir, by your leave; having come to Padau
To gather in some debts, my son Lucentio
Made me acquainted with a weighty cause
Of love between your daughter and himself:
And for the good report I hear of you;
And for the love he beareth to your daughter,
And she to him,-to stay him not too long,
I am content, in a good father's care,
To have him match'd; and,-if you please to
like

No worse than I, Sir,-upon some agreement,
Me shall you find most ready and most willing

With one consent to have her so bestow'd ;
For curioust I cannot be with you,
Signior Baptista, of whom I hear so well.

Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say ;Your plainness, and your shortness, please me well.

Right true it is, your son Lucentio here

Doth love my daughter, and she loveth him,
Or both dissemble deeply their affections:
And, therefore, if you say no more than this,
That like a father you will deal with him,
And passt my daughter a sufficient dower,
The match is fully made, and all is done;
Your son shall have my daughter with con-

sent.

Lucentio's father is arriv'd in Padua,
And how she's like to be Lucentio's wife.
Luc. I pray the gods she may, with all my
heart!

Tra. Dally not with gods, but get thee gone.

Signior Baptista, shall I lead the way ?
Welcome! one mess is like to be your cheer:
Come, Sir; we'll better it in Pisa.
Bap. I follow you.

[Exeunt TRANIO, PEDANT and BAPTISTA.
Bion. Cambio.--

Luc. What say'st thou, Biondello? Bion. You saw my master wink and laugh upon you!

Luc. Biondello, what of that?

Bion. 'Faith nothing; but he has left me here behind, to expound the meaning or moralt of his signs and tokens.

Luc. I pray thee moralize them.

Bion. Then thus. Baptista is safe talking with the deceiving father of a deceitful son. Luc. And what of him?

Bion. His daughter is to be brought by you to the supper.

Luc, and then ?--

Bion. The old priest at St. Luke's church is at your command at all hours.

Luc. and what of all this?

about a counterfeit assurance: Take you asBion. I cannot tell; except they are buised surance of her, cum privilegio ad imprimendum solum to the church :-take the priest, clerk, and some sufficient honest witnesses: If this be not that you look for, I have no more But, bid Bianca farewell for ever and a day. [Going.

to say,

Luc. Hear'st thou, Biondello?

Bion. I cannot tarry: I knew a wench married in an afternoon as she went to the garden for parsley to stuff a rabit; and so may you, Sir; and so adieu, Sir. My master hath appointed me to go to Saint Luke's to bid the priest be ready to come against you [Exit. come with your appendix.

Luc. Imay, and will, if she be so contented: She will be pleas'd, then wherefore should I doubt?

Hap what may, I'll roundly go about her;
It shall go hard, if Cambio go without her.

[Exit.

SCENE V.-A public Road. Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, and HOR

TENSIO.

Pet. Come on, o'God's name; once more toward our father's. [moon! Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the * Accidentally,

↑ Secret purpose.

Kath. The moon! the sun; it is not moonlight now.

Pet. I say, it is the moon that shines so bright.

Kath. I know, it is the sun that shines so bright.

Pet. Now, by my mother's son, and that's myself,

It shall be moon, or star, or what I list,
Or ere I journey to your father's house :-
Go on, and fetch our horses back again.—
Evermore cross'd and cross'd; nothing but
cross'd!

Hor. Say as he says, or we shall never go. Kath. Forward, I pray, since we have come so far,

And be it moon, or sun, or what you please:
And if you please to call it a rush candle,
Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me.
Pet. I say, it is the moon.
Kath. I know it is.

Pet. Nay, then you lie; it is the blessed sun.
Kath. Then, God be bless'd, it is the blessed

sun:

But sun it is not, when you say it is not,
And the moon changes, even as your mind.
What you will have it nam'd, even that it is;
And so it shall be so, for Katharine.

Hor. Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is

won.

Pet. Well, forward, forward: thus the bowl should run,

And not unluckily against the bias.-
But soft; what company is coming here?

Enter VINCENTI0, in a travelling dress. Good-morrow, gentle mistress: Where away?-[To VINCENTIO. Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too, Hast thou beheld a fresher gentlewoman? Such war of white and red within her cheeks! What stars do spangle heaven with such beauty. As those two eyes become that heavenly face?-Fair lovely maid, once more good day to thee: Sweet Kate, embrace herfor her beauty's sake. Hor. 'A will make the man mad, to make a woman of him.

Kath. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh,
and sweet,

Whither away; or where is thy abode?
Happy the parents of so fair a child;
Happier the man, whom favourable stars
Allot thee for his lovely bed-fellow !

Pet. Why, how now, Kate! I hope thou art
not mad:

This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither'd: And not a maiden, as thou say'st he is.

Kath. Pardon, old father, iny mistaking eyes, That have been so bedazzled with the sun, That every thing I look on seemeth green; Now I perceive, thou art a reverend father; Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad mistaking.

Pet. Do, good old grandsire; and, withall, make known

Which way thou travellest: if along with us, We shall be joyful of thy company.

Vin. Fair Sir,-and you my merry mistress,-That with your strange encounter much

amaz'd me ;

SCENE I-PADUA-Before LUCENTIO'S
House.

Enter on one side BIONDELLO, LUCENTIO, and
BIANCA; GREMIO walking on the other side.
Bion. Softly and swiftly, Sir; for the priest
is ready.

Luc. Ifly, Biondello: but they may chance to need thee at home, therefore leave us.

Bion. Nay, faith, I'll see the church o'your back; and then come back to my master as soon as I can. [Exeunt LUCENTIO, BIANCA, and BIONDELLO. Gre. I marvel Cambio comes not all this while.

Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, VINCENTIO, and Attendants.

Pet. Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's house, [place; My father's bears more toward the marketThither must I, and here I leave you, Sir.

Vin. You shall not choose but drink before

you go;

I think, I shall command your welcome here, And by all likelihood, some cheer is toward. [Knocks. Gre. They're busy within, you were best knock louder.

Enter PEDANT above, at a window. Ped. What's he, that knocks as he would beat down the gate?

Vin. Is signior Lucentio within, Sir? Ped. He's within, Sir, but not to be spoken withal.

Vin. What if a man bring him a hundred pound or two, to make merry withal?

Ped. Keep your hundred pounds to yourself; he shall need none, so long as I live.

Pet. Nay, I told you, your son was beloved

Pisa ;

And bound I am to Padua; there to visit A son of mine, which long I have not seen. Pe. What is his name?

Vin. Lucentio, gentle Sir.

Pet Happily met; the happier for thy son. And now by law, as well as reverend age,

volous circumstances,-I pray you, tell signior Lucentio, that his father is come from Pisa, and is here at the door to speak with him. Ped. Thou liest; his father is come from Pisa, and here looking out at the window. Vin. Art thou his father?