Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, BIANCA, BAPTISTA, HORTENSIO, GRUMIO, and Train. Pat. Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for

your pains:

I know you think to dine with me to-day,
And have prepar'd great store of wedding cheer;
But so it is, my haste doth call me hence,
And therefore here I mean to take my leave.

Bap. Is't possible, you will away to-night ?
Pet. I must away to-day, before night come :-
Make it no wonder; if you knew my business,
You would entreat me rather go than stay.
And, honest company, I thank you all,
That have beheld me give away myself
To this most patient, sweet, and virtuous wife :
Dine with my father, drink a health to me;
For I must bence, and farewell to you all.

Tra. Let us entreat you stay till after dinner. Pet. It may not be.

Gre. Let me entreat you.

Pet. It cannot be.

Kath. Let me entreat you.

Pet. I am content.

Kath. Are you content to stay?

Pet. I am content you shall entreat me stay; But yet not stay, entreat me how you can. Kath. Now, if you love me, stay.

Pet. Grumio, my horses.

For to supply the places at the table, You know, there wants no junkéts⚫ at the Lucentio, you shall supply the bridegroom's feast ;place;

And let Bianca take her sister's room. Tra. Shall sweet Bianca practice bow to bride it?

Bap. She shall, Lucentio.-Come, Gentlemen, let's go. [Ereunt.

ACT IV.

SCENE I-A Hall in PETRUCHIO's Country House.

Enter GRUMIO.

eaten the horses.

Kath. Nay, then,

Do what thou canst, I will not go to day;
No, nor to-morrow, nor till I please myself.
The door is open, Sir, there lies your way.
You may be jogging, whiles your boots are
green;

For me, I'll not be gone, till I please myself :-
'Tis like, you'll prove a jolly surly groom,
That take it on you at the first so roundly.
Pet. O Kate, content thee; pr'ythee, be not

angry,

Kath. I will be angry; What hast thou to

do?

Father be quiet; he shall stay my leisure.

Gre. Ay, marry, Sir: now it begins to work. Kath. Gentlemen, forward to the bridal din

I will be master of what is mine own :
She is my goods, my chattels; she is my house,
My household-stuff, my field, my barn,
My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing;
And here she stands, touch her whoever dare;
I'll bring my action on the proudest he
That stops my way in Padua.--Grumio,
Draw forth thy weapon, we're beset with thieves;
Rescue thy mistress, if thou be a man :-
Fear not, sweet wench, they shall not touch thee,

sidering the weather, a taller man than i take cold. Holla, hoa! Curtis !

Enter CURTIS.

Curt. Who is that, calls so coldly?

Gru. A piece of ice: If thou doubt it, thoz may'st slide from my shoulder to my beel, wak no greater a run but my head and my neck. A fire, good Curtis.

Curt. Is my master and his wife coming, Grumio?

Gru. Oh! ay, Curtis, ay: and therefore fire, fire; cast on no water.

Curt. Is she so hot a shrew as she's reported ?

Gur. She was, good Curtis, before this frost but, thou know'st, winter tames man, wo 29, and beast; for it hath tamed my old master, and my new mistress, and myself, fellow Curta Curt. Away, you three-inch fool! I am no beast.

Gru. Am I but three inches? why, thy born is a foot; and so long am 1, at the least. But wilt thou make a fire, or shall I complain en thee to our mistress, whose hand (she being tv@ at hand,) thou shalt soon feel, to thy cold comfort, for being slow in thy hot office.

Curt. I pr'ythee, good Grumio, tell me, Hor goes the world?

Gru. A cold world, Curtis, in every ofte but thine; and, therefore, fire: Do thy duty, and bave thy duty; for my master and unstres are almost frozen to death.

Curt. There's fire ready; And therefore, good Grumio, the news?

Gru. Why, Jack boy! ho boy! and as much news as thou wilt.

Curt. Come, you are so fail of conycatching :

Gru. Why therefore, fire; for I have caught extreme cold. Where's the cook? is sapper ready, the house trimmed, rushes strewed, c webs swept; the serving-men in their new fastian, their white stockings, and every officer his wedding-garment ou? Be the jacks fair within, the jills fair without, the carpets laid, and every thing in order ?

Curt. All ready; And therefore, I pray idee, news?

Gru. First, know, my horse is tired; my master and mistress fallen out.

Gru. And therefore 'tis called, a sensible tale: and this cuff was but to knock at your ear, and beseech listening. Now I begin: Imprimis, we came down a foul bill, my master riding behind iny mistress :

Curt. Both on one horse ?
Gru. What's that to thee?
Curt. Why, a horse.

Gru. Tell thou the tale :--But hadst thou

not crossed me, thou should'st have heard how her horse fell, and she under her horse; thou should'st have heard, in how miry a place how she was bemoiled; how he left her with the horse upon her; how he beat me because ber borse stumbled; how she waded through the dirt to pluck him off me; how he swore; how she prayed-that never prayed before; how cried; how the horses ran away; how her bridle was burst; how I lost my crupper ;-with many things of worthy memory; which now shall die in oblivion, and thou return 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, Joseph, Nicholas, Philip, Walter, Sugarsop, and the rest; let their heads be sleekly comibed, their blue coats brushed, and their garters of an indifferent kuit: let them curtsey with their left| legs; and not presume to touch a hair of my master's borse-tail, till they kiss their hands. Are they all ready?

Curt. They are.

Gru. Call them forth.

Curt. Do you hear, ho? you must meet my master, to countenance my mistress.

Gru. Why, she bath a face of her own.
Curt. Who knows not that?

Gru. Thou, it seems; that callest for company to countenance her.

Curt. I call them forth to credit her.

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, [heel; And Gabriel's pumps were all unpink'd i'the 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. [When? Off with my boots, you rogues, you villains; It was the friar of orders grey, [Sings.

As he forth walked on his way:

other.

Out, out, you rogue! you pluck my foot awry: Take that, and meud the plucking off the [Strikes him. Be merry, Kate :-Some water, here; what, ho![hence, Where's my spaniel Troilus ?-Sirrah, get you And bid my cousia Ferdinand come hither :[Exit SERVANT. One, Kate, that you must kiss, and be acquainted with.

Where are my slippers 1-Shall I have some

water? [A basin is presented to him. Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily :[SERVANT lets the ewer full. You whoreson viliain will you let it fall?

[Strikes him. Kath. Patience, I pray you; 'twas a fault un. willing.

Pet. A whoreson, beetleheaded, flap-ear'd knave!

Come, Kate, sit down; I know you have a stomach.

Will you give thanks, sweet Kate; or else sball 13

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 PETSUCHIO and KATHARINA. 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, bere,
Sir!-

You logger-headed and unpolished 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 !

1 Serv. Ay.

Pet. Who brought it?

1 Serv. 1.

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, KATHARINA, and
CURTIS.

Nath. [Advancing] Peter, didst ever see the

like?

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 theu she never looks upon her lure.*
Another way I have to man my haggard, +
To make her come, and know her keeper's call,
That is, to watch her, as we watch these kites,
That bate, and beat, and will not be obedient.
She eat 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 about the making of the bed;
And here I'll fling the pillow, there the bolster,
This way the coverlet, another way the sheets:
Ay, and amid this hurly, I intend, 9
That all is done in reverend care of her ;
And, in conclusion, she shall watch all night:
Aud, 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 hu-

read ?

Bian. What, master, read you? first resolve me that.

Luc. I read that I profess, the art to love. Bian. And may you prove, Sir, master of your art!

Luc. While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of my heart. [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 woman. kind!

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 Biauca and her love for ever.

Hor. See, how they kiss and court !-Signior
Lucentio,

advance.

Tra. Mistress Bianca, bless you with sarh As 'longeth to a lover's blessed case! Nay, I bave ta'eu you napping, gentle love; And have forsworn you, with Hortensio. Bian. Tranio, you jest; But have you both forsworn me ?

Tra. Mistress, we have.

Luc. Then we are rid of Licio.

Tra. l'faith, he'll have a lusty widow now, That shall be woo'd and wedded in a day. Bian. God give hun joy!

Tra. Ay, and he'll tame her.

Bian, He says so, Tranio.

Tra. 'Faith he is gone unto the taming

school.

That teacheth tricks eleven and twenty long.To tame a shrew, and charm her chanering tongue.

Enter BIONDELLO, running. Bion. O master, master, I have watch'd so long

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

Tra. What is be, Biondello?

Bion. Master, a mercatanté, or a pedant,
I know not what; but formal in apparel,
In gait and countenance surely like a father.
Luc. And what of him, Tranio ?

Tra. If he be credulous and trust my tale,
I'll make him glad to seem Vincentio;
And give assurance to Baptista Minola,
As if he were the right Vincentio.
Take in your love, and then let me alone.
[Exeunt LUCENTIO and BIANCA.
Enter a PEDANT.

Ped. God save you, Sir! Tra. And you, Sir, you are welcome. Travel you far on, or are you at the furthest ↑ Ped. Sir, at the furthest for a week or two: But then up further; and as far as Rome; And so to Tripoly, if God lend me life. Tra. What countryman, I pray? Ped. Of Mantua.

Tra. Of Mantua, Sir!-marry, God forbid! And come to Padua, careless of your life t Ped. My life, Sir! how, I pray I for that goes

hard.

was to pursue.

To tame my wild hawk.

: Flutter.

6 'retend.

Despicable fellow.

• Messenger.

+ A merchant er a schoolmaster

P.d. 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 hare a present almus;
If not, elsewhere they meet with charity:
But 1,-who never knew how to entreat,-
Am starv'd for meat, giddy for lack of sleep:
With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fed:
And that which spites me more than all these
wants,

He does it under name of perfect love;
As who should say,-if I should sleep, or eat,
Twere deadly sickness, or else present death.-
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?
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?

thanks.

What, not a word? Nay, then, thou lovʼst it not; 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 [Aside.

me.

Much good do it unto thy gentle heart!
Will we return unto thy father's house;
Kate, eat a pace :-And now, my honey love,
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 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 be. speak.

Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer? A velvet dish;--fie, fle! 'tis lewd and filthy: Why, 'tis a cockle, or a walnutshell,

A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap;
Away with it, come, let me bave a bigger.
Kath. 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
And not till then.

[too, [Aside.

Hor. That will not be in haste.
Kath. Why, Sir, I trust I may have leave to

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 mus tard rest.

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.

Even to the uttermost, as I please, in words. Pet. Why, thou say'st true; it is a paltry сар,

A custard coffin, a bauble, a silken pie:
I love thee well, in that thou lik'st it not.
Kath. Love me, or love me not, I like the
cap;

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

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

o mercy, 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 kenuel bome.
For you shall hop without my custom, Sir:
I'll none of it; hence, make your best of it.
Kath. I never saw a better-fashion'd gown,
More quaint, more pleasing, nor more com-
mendable:

Belike, you mean to make a puppet of me.
Pet. Why, true; he means to make a puppet

of thee.

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

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

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

Away, thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant;
Or I shall so be-mete thee with thy yard,
As thou shalt think on prating whilst thou

liv'st!

I tell thee, I, that thou hast marr'd her gown. Tai. Your worship is deceiv'd; the gown is [made Just as my master had direction : Grumio gave order how it should be done. Gru. I gave him no order, I gave him the stuff.

Tri. But how did you desire it should be

made?

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

Gru. Face not me: thou hast braved many men; brave not me; I 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.

your father's,

Even in these honest mean habiliments;
Our purses shall be proud, our garments pour :
For 'tis the inind that makes the body rich;
And as the sun breaks through the darkes
clouds,

So honour peereth in the meanest babit.
What, is the jay more precious than the lark
Because his feathers are more beautiful !
Or is the adder better than the cel,
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 borse:
Look, what I spɛak, or do, or think to do,
You are still crossing it.-Sirs, le:'t alone:
I will not go to-day; and ere ! do,

It shall be what o'clock I say it is.
Hor. Why, so! this gallant will command the

sun.

SCENE IV.-Padua.-Before BAPTISTA'S house.

testify.

Pet. Read it.

Gru. The note lies in his throat, if he say I

Gru. I confess two sleeves.

Tai. The sleeves curiously cut.

Pet. Ay, there's the villany.

Gru. Error i'the bill, Sir; error i'the bill. commanded the sleeves should be cut out, and sewed up again; and that I'll prove upon thee, though thy little fluger 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 my mete-yard, and spare not

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: Bat, Sir, bere comes your boy;

Twere good he were school'd.

Tra. Fear you not him, Sirrab, Biondello, Now do your duty throughly, I advise you; Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio.

Bion. Tut! fear not me.

Tra. But bast thou done thy errand to Baptista ?

Bion. I told him, that your father was it Venice;

And that you look'd for him this day in Padus. Tra. Thou'rt a tall fellow; hold thee that to