[Strikes him. me, because her horse stumbled; how she waded Take that, and mend the plucking off the other!through the dirt, to pluck him off me; how he swore; how she prayed — that never prayed before; how I Be merry, Kate!—Some water, here; what, ho!— cried; how the horses ran away; how her bridle was Where's my spaniel 'Troilus?-Sirrah, get you hence, burst; how I lost my crupper ;-with many things of And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither! worthy memory, which now shall die in oblivion, and thou return unexperienced to thy grave. Curt. By this reckoning, he is more shrew than she. Gru. Ay; and that thou and the proudest of you all shall find, when he comes home. But what talk I of this?-call forth Nathaniel, Ioseph, Nicholas, Philip, Walter, Sugarsop, and the rest; let their heads be sleekly combed, their blue coats brushed, and their garters of an indifferent knit: let them curtsey with their left legs, and not presume to touch a hair of my master's horse-tail, till they kiss their hands! Are they all ready? Curt. They are. Gurt. Call them forth! Cur. Do you hear, ho! you must meet my master, to countenance my mistress. Gru. Why, she hath a face of her own. Curt. Who knows not that? [Exit Servant. One,Kate,that you must kiss, and be acquainted with.Where are my slippers? -Shall I have some water? [4 basin is presented to him.' Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily! [Servant lets the ewer fall. You whoreson villain! will you let it fall?[Strikes him. Cath. Patience, I pray you; 'twas a fault unwilling. Pet. A whoreson, beetle-headed, flap-ear'd knave! Come, Kate, sit down! I know you have a stomach. Will you give thanks, sweet Kate, or else shall I?— What is this? mutton? Pet. Who brought it? 1 Serv. I. Pet. 'Tis burnt; and so is all the meat: What dogs are these! -Where is the rascal cook? Gru. Thou, it seems; that callest for company to And serve it thus to me, that love it not? Curt. I call them forth to credit her. Gru. Why, she comes to borrow nothing of them. Nath. Welcome home, Grumio! Jos. What, Grumio! Nath. 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 ready, and all things neat? Nath. All things is ready. How near is our master? Gru. E'en at hand, alighted by this; and therefore be not,-Cock's passion, silence! -I hear my master. Enter PETRUCHIO and CATHARINA. Pet. Where be these knaves? What, no man at door, All Serv. Here, here, sir; here, sir. Pet. Here, sir! here, sir! here, sir! here sir! Gru. Here, sir; as, foolish as I was before. Did I not bid thee meet me in the park, And Walter's dagger was not come from sheathing: Re-enter Servants, with supper. It was the friar of orders grey, There, take it to you, trenchers, cups, and all! [Exeunt Petruchio, Catharina, and Curtis. Gru. Where is he? Curt. In her chamber, Making a sermon of continency to her: And rails, and swears, and rates, that she, poor soul, Away, away! for he is coming hither. [Exeunt. Re-enter PETRUCHIO. As with the meat, some undeserved fault And here! Il fling the pillow, there the bolster, SCENEH.-Padua. Before Baptista's house. Tra. Is't possible, friend Licio, that Bianca Tra. O despiteful love! unconstant womankind!- Hor. Mistake no more! I am not Licio, Nor a musician, as I seem to be, But one that scorn to live in this disguise, For such a one as leaves a gentleman, And makes a god of such a cullion: Tra. Signior Hortensio, I have often heard And since mine eyes are witness of her lightness, That I'm dog-weary; but at last I spied Tra. What is he, Biondello? Tra. Of Mantua, sir?-marry, God forbid! To come to Padua. Know you not the cause? Hor. See, how they kiss and court!- Signior Lu- Ped. Alas, sir, it is worse for me than so; centio, Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow- Tra. And here I take the like unfeigned oath,- For me, that I may surely keep mine oath, [Exit Hortensio.-Lucentio and Bianca advance. Tra. Mistress Bianca, bless you with such grace As 'longeth to a lover's blessed case! Nay, I have ta'en you napping, gentle love; And have forsworn you, with Hortensio. For I have bills for money by exchange Tra. Well, sir, to do you courtesy, Tra. Among them, know you one Vincentio? Tra. He is my father, sir; and, sooth to say, Tra. To save your life in this extremity, Bian. Tranio, you jest. But have you both for- If this be courtesy, sir, accept of it! sworn me? Ped. O, sir, I do; and will repute you ever Tra. Then go with nie, to make the matter good! Go with me,sir, to clothe you as becomes you.[Exeunt. SCFN E III.-A room in Petruchio's house. Gru. No, no, forsooth; I dare not, for my life. What, did he marry me, to famish me? As who should say,-if I should sleep, or eat, Cath. 'Tis passing good; I pr'ythee let me have it! Cath. I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me. Cath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt. That feed'st me with the very rame of meat. Enter PETRUCHIO with a dish of meat; and HORTENSIO. Cath. 'Faith, as cold as can be. Away with it, come, let me have a bigger! Pet. When you are gentle, you shall have one too, And not till then. [Aside. Hor. That will not be in haste. Cath. Why, sir, I trust, I may have leave to speak; And speak I will; I am no child, no babe: Your betters have endur'd me say my mind; And, if you cannot, best you stop your ears. My tongue will tell the anger of my heart; Or else my heart, concealing it, will break: And, rather than it shall, I will be free Even to the uttermost, as I please, in words. Pet. Why, thou say'st true: it is a paltry cap, A custard-coffin, a bauble, a silken pie: I love thee well, in that thou lik'st it not. Cath. Love me, or love me not, I like the cap; And it I will have, or I will have none. Pet. Thy gown? why, ay. -Come, tailor, let us see't! Omercy, God! what masking stuff is here? What's this? a sleeve? 'tis like a demi-cannon: What! up and down, carv'd like an apple-tart? Here's snip, and nip, and cut, and slish, and slash, Like to a censer in a barber's shop: Why, what o'devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this? Hor. I see, she's like to have neither cap, nor gown. [Aside. Tai. You bid me make it orderly and well, According to the fashion, and the time. Pet. Marry, and did; but if you be remember'd, I did not bid you mar it to the time. Go, hop me over every kennel home, For you shall hop without my custom, sir: I'll none of it; hence, make your best of it. Cath. I never saw a better-fashion'd gown, More quaint, more pleasing, nor more commendable; Belike, you mean to make a puppet of me. Tai. She says, your worship means to make a puppet of her. Pet. Pluck up thy spirits, look cheerfully upon me! Pet. Why, true; he means to make a puppet of thee. '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. What, not a word? Nay then, thou lov'st it not, And all my pains is sorted to no proof: Here, take away this dish! Cath. 'Pray you, let it stand! Pet. The poorest service is repaid with thanks; And so shall mine, before you touch the meat. Cath. I thank you, sir. Hor. Signior Petruchio, fye! 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 do it unto thy gentle heart! Come, tailor, let us see these ornaments! Lay forth the gown!-What news with you, sir? Pet. O monstrous arrogance! thou liest, thou thread thou thimble, Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail, As thou shalt think on prating, whilst thou liv'st! Grumio gave order, how it should be done. Tai. I have. Tai. With a trunk sleeve; - 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. Iam for thee straight: take thou the bill, give me thy mete-yard, and spare not me! Hor. God-a-mercy, Grumio! then he shall have no odds. Pet. Well, sir, in brief, the gown is not for me. 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? This is the gentleman I told you of; Sir, by your leave! Having come to Padua Gru. O, sir, the conceit is deeper, than you think for: And for the love he beareth to your daughter, Take up my mistress' gown to his master's use! O, fye, fye, fye! Pet. Hortensio, say thou wilt see the tailor paid: [Aside. Go take it hence; be gone, and say no more! It shall be what o'clock I say it is. Hor. Why, so! this gallant will command the sun. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. - Padua. Before Baptista's house. Enter TRANIO,and the Pedant dressed like VINCENTIO. Tra. Sir, this is the house; please it you, that I call? Ped. Ay, what else? and, but I be deceived, Signior Baptista may remember me, Near twenty years ago, in Genoa, where We were lodgers at the Pegasus. Tra. 'Tis well; And hold your own, in any case, with such Austerity as 'longeth to a father. Enter BIONDELLO. Ped. I warrant you: but, sir, here comes your boy; "Twere good, he were, school'd. Tra. Fear you not him! - Sirrah, Biondello, 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 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, And, if you will, tell what hath happened:Lucentio's father is arriv'd in Padua, And how she's like to be Lucentio's wife. Luc. I pray the gods she may, with all my heart! Tra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone! 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 moral 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? 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. Bion. The old priest at St Luke's church is at your Cath. Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes, command at all hours. Luc. And what of all this? Bion. I cannot tell; except they are busied about a counterfeit assurance. Take you assurance 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 to say, But, bid Bianca farewell for ever and a day. [Going. 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 rabbit; and so may you, sir; and so adieu, sir. My master hath appointed me to go to St Luke's to bid the priest be ready to come, against you come with your appendix. [Exit. Enter PETRUCHIO, CATHARINA, and HORTENSIO. Pet. Come on, o' God's name; once more toward our father's! Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the moon! · Cath. 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. Cath. I know it is. Pet. Nay, then you lie; it is the blessed sun. Cath. 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 named, even that it is; And so it shall be so, for Catharine. 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 VINCENTIO, in a travelling dress. Good-morrow, gentle mistress! Where away? [To Vincentio. Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too, Cath. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and sweet, Whither away; or where is thy abode? That have been so bedazzled with the sun, -- Vin. Fair sir,- and you my merry mistress, That with your strange encounter much amaz'd me, My name is call'd — Vincentio; my dwelling - Pisa : And bound 1 am to Padua, there to visit A son of mine, which long I have not seen. Pet. What is his name? Vin. Lucentio, gentle sir. I Pet. Happily met! the happier for thy son! Hor. I do assure thee, father, so it is. [Exeunt Petruchio, Catharina, and Vincentio. A CT V. [Exit. 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, CATHARINA, VINCENTIO, and Attendants. Pet. Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's house, My father's bears more toward the market-place; Thither 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 had 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? |