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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?
1 Serv. Ay.

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?
How durst you, villains, bring it from the dresser,

Gru. Thou, it seems; that callest for company to And serve it thus to me, that love it not?
countenance her.

Curt. I call them forth to credit her.

Gru. Why, she comes to borrow nothing of them.
Enter several Servants.

Nath. Welcome home, Grumio!
Phil. How now, Grumio?

Jos. What, Grumio!
Nich. Fellow 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,
To hold my stirrup, nor to take my horse?
Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip ?-

All Serv. Here, here, sir; here, sir.

Pet. Here, sir! here, sir! here, sir! here sir!
Yon logger-headed and unpolish'd grooms!
What, no attendance? no regard? no duty?—
Where is the foolish knave I sent before?

Gru. Here, sir; as, foolish as I was before.
Pet. You peasant swain! you whoreson malthorse
drudge!

Did I not bid thee meet me in the park,
And bring along these rascal knaves with thee?
Gru. Nathaniel's coat, sir, was not fully made,
And Gabriel's pumps were all unpink'd i'the heel;
There was no link to colour Peter's hat,

And Walter's dagger was not come from sheathing:
There were none fine, but Adam, Ralph, and Gregory:
The rest were ragged, old, and beggarly;
Yet, as they are, here are they come to meet you.
Pet. Go, rascals, go, and fetch my supper in!
[Exeunt some of the Servants.
Where is the life that late I led-
[Sings.
Where are those--Sit down, Kate, and welcome.
Soud, soud, soud, soud!

Re-enter Servants, with supper.
Why, when, I say?-Nay, good sweet Kate; be merry!-
Off with my boots, you rogues, you villains!

It was the friar of orders grey,
As he forth walked on his way:
Out, out, you rogue! you pluck my foot awry.

There, take it to you, trenchers, cups, and all!
[Throws the meat, etc. about the stage.
You heedless joltheads, and unmanner'd slaves!
What, do you grumble? I'll be with you straight.
Cath. I pray you, husband, be not so disquiet!
The meat was well, if you were so contented.
Pet. I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dried away;
And I expressly am forbid to touch it,
For it engenders choler, planteth anger:
And better 'twere, that both of us did fast,-
Since, of ourselves, ourselves are choleric,-
Than feed it with such over-roasted flesh.
Be patient! To-morrow it shall be mended,
And, for this night, we'll fast for company. -
Come, I will bring thee to thy bridal chamber.

[Exeunt Petruchio, Catharina, and Curtis.
Peter. He kills her in her own humour.
Nath. [Advancing.]Peter, didst ever see the like?
Re-enter 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,
Kuows not, which way to stand, to look, to speak,
And sits as one new-risen from a dream.

Away, away! for he is coming hither.

[Exeunt.

Re-enter PETRUCHIO.
Pet. Thus have I politicly begun my reign,
And 'tis my hope to end successfully.
My falcon now is sharp, and passing empty;
And, till she stoop, she must not be full-gorg'd,
For then she never looks upon her lure.
Another way I have to man my haggard,
That is,-to'watch her, as we watch these kites,
To make her come, and know her keeper's call;
That bate, and beat, and will not be obedient.
She ate no meat to-day, nor none shall eat;
Last night she slept not, nor to-night she shall not;

As with the meat, some undeserved fault
I'll find abort the making of the bed,

And here! Il fling the pillow, there the bolster,
This way the coverlet, another way the sheets. -
Ay, and amid this hurly, I intend,
That all is done in reverend care of her;
When? And, in conclusion, she shall watch all night:
[Sings. And, if she chance to nod, I'll rail, and brawl,
And with the clamour keep her still awake.
This is a way to kill a wife with kindness;
And thus I'll curb her mad and headstrong humour.

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SCENEH.-Padua. Before Baptista's house.
Enter TRANIO and HORTENSIO.

Tra. Is't possible, friend Licio, that Bianca
Doth fancy any other but Lucentio?
I tell you, Sir, she bears me fair in hand.
Hor. Sir, to satisfy you in what I have said,
Stand by, and mark the manner of his teaching!
[They stand aside.
Enter BIANCA and LUCENTIO.
Luc. Now, mistress, profit you in what you read?
Bian. What, master, read you? first resolve me that!
Luc. Iread that I profess; the art to love.
Bian. And may you prove, sir, master of your art!
Luc. While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of my
heart.
[They retire.
Hor. Quick proceeders, marry! Now, tell me, I pray,
You that durst swear, that your mistress Bianca
Lov'd none in the world so well, as Lucentio.

Tra. O despiteful love! unconstant womankind!-
I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful.

Hor. Mistake no more! I am not Licio, Nor a musician, as I seem to be,

But one that scorn to live in this disguise,

For such a one as leaves a gentleman,

And makes a god of such a cullion:
Know, sir, that I am call'd - Hortensio.

Tra. Signior Hortensio, I have often heard
Of your entire affection to Bianca;

And since mine eyes are witness of her lightness,
I will with you, if you be so contented,-
Forswear Bianca and her love for ever.

That I'm dog-weary; but at last I spied
An ancient angel coming down the hill,
Will serve the turn.

Tra. What is he, Biondello?

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Tra. Of Mantua, sir?-marry, God forbid!
And come to Padua, careless of your life?
Pet. My life, sir! how, I pray? for that goes hard.
Tra. 'Tis death for any one in Mantua,

To come to Padua. Know you not the cause?
Your ships are staid at Venice; and the duke
(For private quarrel 'twixt your duke and him,)
Hath publish'd and proclaim'd it openly:
'Tis marvel; but that you're but newly come,
You might have heard it else proclaim'd about.

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-
Never to woo her more; but do forswear her,
As one unworthy all the former favours,
That I have fondly flatter'd her withal.

Tra. And here I take the like unfeigned oath,-
Ne'er to marry with her, though she would entreat.
Fye on her! see, how beastly she doth court him!
Hor. 'Would, all the world, but he, had quite for-
sworn!

For me, that I may surely keep mine oath,
I will be married to a wealthy widow,
Ere three days pass; which hath as long lov'd me,
As I have lov'd this proud disdainful haggard.
And so farewell, signior Lucentio !—
Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,
Shall win my love. And so I take my leave,
In resolution, as I swore before.

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[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
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 him;
A merchant of incomparable wealth.

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.

Bian. Tranio, you jest. But have you both for- If this be courtesy, sir, accept of it!

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

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Tra. Then go with nie, 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.

SCFN E III.-A room in Petruchio's house.
Enter CATHARINA and GRUMIO.

Gru. No, no, forsooth; I dare not, for my life.
Cath. The more my wrong, the more his spite ap-
pears.

What, did he marry me, to famish me?
Beggars, that come unto my father's door,
Upon entreaty, have a present alms;
If not, elsewhere they meet with charity:
But I,-who never knew, how to entreat,
Nor never needed that I should entreat,
Am starv'd for meat, giddy for lack of sleep,
With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fed.
And that, which spites me more, than all these wants,
He does it under name of perfect love;

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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 wholesome food.
Gru. What say you to a neat's foot?

Cath. '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?

Cath. I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me.
Gru. I cannot tell; I fear, 'tis choleric.
What say you to a piece of beef, and mustard?
Cath. A dish, that I do love to feed upon.
Gru. Ay, but the.mustard is too hot a little.
Cath. Why, then the beef, and let the mustard rest.
Gru. Nay, then I will not; you shall have the mustard,
Or else you get no beef of Grumio.

Cath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt.
Gru. Why, then the mustard without the beef.
Cath. Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding slave,
[Beats him.

That feed'st me with the very rame of meat.
Sorrow on thee, and all the pack of you,
That triumph thus upon my misery!
Go, get thee gone, Isay.

Enter PETRUCHIO with a dish of meat; and HORTENSIO.
Pet. How fares my Kate? What, sweeting all amort?
Hor. Mistress, what cheer?

Cath. 'Faith, as cold as can be.

Away with it, come, let me have a bigger!
Cath. I'll have no bigger; this doth fit the time,
And gentlewomen wear such caps as these.

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!
Kate, eat apace. And now, my honey love,
Will we return unto thy father's house,
And revelit as bravely, as the best,
With silken coats, and caps, and golden rings,
With ruffs, and cuffs, and farthingales, and things,
With scarfs, and fans, and double change of bravery,
With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knavery.
What, hast thou din'd? The tailor stays thy leisure,
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 bespeak.
Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer;
A velvet dish ;-fye, fye! 'tis lewd and filthy:
Why, 'tis a cockle, or a walnut-shell,
A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap.

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

Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail,
Thou flea, thou nit, thou winder cricket thou:
Brav'd in mine own house with a skein of thread!
Away, thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant;
Or I shall so be-mete thee with thy yard,

As thou shalt think on prating, whilst thou liv'st!
I tell thee, I, that thou hast marr'd her gown.
Tai. Your worship is deceiv'd; the gown is made
Just as my master had direction:

Grumio gave order, how it should be done.
Gru. I gave him no order, I gave him the stuff.
Tai. But how did you desire it should be made?
Gru. Marry, sir, with needle and thread.
Tai. But did you not request to have it cut?
Gru. Thou hast faced many things.

Tai. I have.

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Tai. With a trunk sleeve; -
Gru. I confess two sleeves.
Tai. The sleeves curiously cut.
Pet. Ay, there's the villainy.

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

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. You are i'the right, sir; 'tis for my mistress.
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?

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This is the gentleman I told you of;
pray you, stand good father to me now,
Give me Bianca for my patrimony!
Ped. Soft, son!

Sir, by your leave! Having come to Padua
To gather in some debts, my son Lucentio
Made me acquainted with a weighty cause
Of love between your daughter and himself:
And, for the good report I hear of you;

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!
Hor. Tailor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-morrow.
Take no unkindness of his hasty words:
Away, I say; commend me to thy master![ Exit Tailor.
Pet. Well, come, my Kate; we will unto your father's,
Even in these honest mean habiliments.
Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor:
For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
What, is the jay more precious, than 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 hence forthwith,
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.
Cath. 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, ordo, or think to do,
You are still crossing it. Sirs, let't alone!
I will not go to-day; andere I do,

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
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 curious I cannot be with you,
Signior Baptista, of whom I hear so well.
Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say!
Your plainness, and your shortness please me well.
Right true it is, your son Lucentio here
Doth love my daughter, and she loveth him,
Or both dissemble deeply their affections:
And, therefore, if you say no more than this,
That like a father you will deal with him,
And pass my daughter a sufficient dower,
The match is fully made, and all is done:
Your son shall have my daughter with consent.
Tra. I thank you, sir. Where then do you know best,
We beaffied; and such assurance ta'en,
As shall with either part's agreement stand?
Bap. Not in my house, Lucentio; for you know,
Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants.
Besides, old Gremio is heark'ning still;
And, happily, we might be interrupted.

Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, sir: There doth my father lie; and there, this night, We'll pass the business privately and well. Send for your daughter by your servant here, 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.
This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither'd;
And not a maiden, as thou say'st he is.

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.

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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. The moon! the sun; it is not moonlight now.
Pet. I say, it is the moon that shines so bright.
Cath. 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.

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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,
Hast thou beheld a fresher gentlewoman?
Such war of white and red within her cheeks!
What stars do spangle heaven with such beauty,
As those two eyes become that heavenly face?
Fair lovely maid, once more good-day to thee!—
Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's sake!
Hor. 'A will make the man mad, to make a woman
of him.

Cath. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and sweet, Whither away; or where is thy abode?

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 withal, make known
Which way thou travellest: ifalong with us,
We shall be joyful of thy company.

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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.

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Pet. Happily met! the happier for thy son!
And now by law, as well as reverend age,
may entitle thee
- my loving father;
The sister to my wife, this gentlewoman,
Thy son by this hath married. Wonder not,
Nor be not griev'd; she is of good esteem,
Her dowry wealthy, and of worthy birth;
Beside, so qualified as may beseem
The spouse of any noble gentleman.
Let me embrace with old Vincentio :
And wander we to see thy honest son,
Who will of thy arrival be full joyous.
Vin. But is this true? or is it else your pleasure,
Like pleasant travellers, to break a jest
Upon the company, you overtake?

Hor. I do assure thee, father, so it is.
Pet. Come, go along, and see the truth hereof!
For our first merriment hath made thee jealous.

[Exeunt Petruchio, Catharina, and Vincentio.
Hor. Well, Petruchio, this hath put me in heart.
Have to my widow; and if she be froward,
Then hast thou taught Hortensio to be untoward.

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?

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