Curt. In her chamber, Knows not which way to stand, to look, to speak; [Exeunt. Re-enter PETRUCHIO. Pet. Thus have I politicly begun my reign, As with the meat, some undeserved fault mour : He that knows better how to tame a shrew, Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow— Tra. And here I take the like unfeigned oath,- [Exit. SCENE 11.-Padua.-Before BAPTISTA'S House. Enter TRAN10 and HORTENSIO. Tra. Is't possible, friend Licio, that Biauca Hor. Sir to satisfy you in what I have said, Luc. Now, mistress, profit you in what you read? Bian. What, master, read you? first resolve was to pursue. treat : Fie on her! see, how beastly she doth court him. Hor. 'Would, all the world, but he, had quite forsworn! For me, that I may surely keep mine oath, Ere three days pass; which hath as long lov't To tame my wild hawk. 6 Cretend. me, As I have lov'd this proud disdainful baggard : [Exit HORTENSIO.-LUCENTIO and Blasco me that. Luc. I read that I profess, the art to love. You that durst swear that your mistress Bianca I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful. Hor. Mistake no more: I am not Licio, Tra. Signior Hortensio, I have often heard Despicable fellow. advance. Tra. Mistress Bianca, bless you with sart grace 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; Bul have you both forsworn me ? Tra. l'faith, he'll have a lusty widow now, That shall be woo'd and weddled in a day. Bian. God give hun joy! I will with you,-if you be so contented,- Tra. Mistress, we have. Luc. Then we are rid of Licio. Tra. Ay, and he'll tame ber. Bian, He says so, Tranio, Tra. 'Faith he is gone unto the tamingschool. Bian. The taming-school! what, is there such a place? Tra. Ay, mistress, and Petruchio is the mas ter; 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 Tra. 'Tis death for any one in Mantea 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 bin,' Hath publish'd and proclaim'd it openly: 'Tis marvel; but that you're but newly come, A thing stuffed to look like the game which the bawk You might have heard it else proclaim'd about. : Flutter. • Messenger. A merchant er a schoolmaster That I'm dog-weary; but at last I spied Tra. What is he, Biondello? Bion. Master, a mercatanté, or a pedant, Tra. If he be credulous and trust my tale, Ped. God save you, Sir! Tra. And you, Sir, you are welcome. Tra. Of Mantua, Sir?-marry, God forbid! And come to Padua, careless of your life t Ped. My life, Sir! how, I pray for that goes hard. 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, [Aside. and all one. Tra. To save your life in this extremity, Ped. O Sir, I do; and will repute you ever Tra. Then go with me, to make the matter good. This, by the way, I let you understand ;- He does it under name of perfect love; have it. Enter PETRUCHIO with a dish of meat; and Gru. I cannot tell; I fear, 'tis choleric. Gru. Nay, then I will not; you shall have Or else you get no beef of Grumio. 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. 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 blame ! to 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! To deck thy body with his ruffling treasure. Enter TAILOR. Lay forth the gown.-What news with you, Sir ? Hab. Here is the cap your worship did bespeak. Hor. That will not be in haste. speak; And speak I will; I am no child, no babe: Gru. I fear, it is too choleric a meat:- Kath. I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it And, rather than it shall, I will be free me. Even to the uttermost, as I please, in words. Pet. Why, thou say'st true; it is a paltry cap, Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer? And gentlewomen wear such caps as these. A custard collin, a bauble, a silken pie: us see't. O mercy, God! what masking stuff is here! • Dispirited; a galliciom. Finery. 1 A coffin was the culinary term for raised crust. These censers resembled our brasiers in shape. TAMING OF THE SHREW. 880 Why, what, o'devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this? Hor. I see, she's like to have neither cap nor I did not bid you mar it to the time. Belike, you mean to make a puppet of me. of thee. Tai. She says, your worship means to make a puppet of her. Pet. O monstrous arrogance! Thou liest, thou I tell thee, I, that thou hast marr'd her gown. Tri. But how did you desire it should be Gru. Marry, Sir, with needle and thread. Act IV. Pet. Why, Sir, what's your concent in that! Gru. O Sir, the conceit is deeper than yo think for : Take up my mistress' gown to his master's we! Pet. Hortensio, say thou wilt see the trikr Go take it hence; be gone, and say no more. morrow. Take no unkindness of his basty words: Even in these honest mean habiliments; Tai. With a trunk sleeve ;- Gru. I confess two sleeves. Pet. Read it. Gru. The note lies in his throat, if he say I So honour peereth⚫ in the meanest babit. 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 Enter TRANIO, and the PEDANT åressed like testify. VINCENTIo. Tai. Imprimis, a loose-bodied gown: Gru. Master, if ever I said a 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. Let's see; I think, 'tis now some seven o'clock, Kath. I dare assure you, Sir, 'tis almost two; sun. Hor. Why, so! this gallant will command the [ Ezeumi. SCENE IV.-Padua.-Before BAPTISTA's house. Tai. The sleeves curiously cut. 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 finger be armed in a thimble. Be-measure. 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 thon the bill, and give me my mete-yard, || and spare not me. • Curious. Her. 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 ! Tra. Sir, this is the house; Please it you, that Ped. Ay, what else? and, but I be deceived, And hold your own, in any case, with such 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 hast thou done thy errand to Bap Bion. I told him, that your father was at And that you look'd for him this day in Padas. Tra. Thou'rt a tall fellow; bold thee that drink. Here comes Baptista :- set your countenance Enter BAPTISTA and LUCENTIO. Signior Baptista, you are happily met :— Sir, [To the PEDANT.] This is the gentleman I told you of; • Appeareth. I pray you stand good father to me now, Sir, by your leave; having come to Padua like No worse than 1, Sir,-upon some agreement, Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say ;- Tra. I thank you, Sir. Where then do you We he affied and such assurance ta'en, Bup. Not in my house, Lucentio; for, you Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants : Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, Sir: And bid Bianca make her ready straight; Luc. I pray the gods she may, with all my Tra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee Signior Baptista, shall I lead the way? (gone. Welcome! oue mess is like to be your cheer: Come, Sir; we'll better it in Pisa, • Scrupulous. Accidentally. If this be not that you look for, I have no more to say, But, bid Biauca farewell for ever and a day. ? Betro hed Secret purpose. + Assure or convey. 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 Saint Luke's, to bid the priest be ready to come against you come with your appendix. [Exit. Luc. I may, and will, if she be so contented: She will be pleas'd, then wherefore should I doubt? TENSIO Good Lord, how bright and goodly Pet. Come on, o'God's name; once more to- moon that Pet. I say, it is the It shall be moon, or star, or what I list, Hor. Say as he says, or we shall never go. And be it moon, or sun or what you please: Bap. I follow you. [Exeunt TRANIO, PEDANT, and BAPTISTA. Bion. Cambio. Luc. What say'st thou, Biondello? Enter VINCENT10, in a travelling dress. Luc. Biondello, what of that? Rion. You saw my master wink and laugh Good-morrow, gentle mistress: Where away ?— upon you? [To VINCENTIO. Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too, Hast thou bebeld 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 Bion. 'Faith nothing; but he has left me here behind, to expound the meaning or moral b's signs and tokens. of Luc. I pray thee, moralize them. Bion. His daughter is to be brought by you to woman of him. the supper. Kath. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and sweet, Luc. And then ?— Bion. The old priest at St. Luke's church is Whither away; or where is thy abode ? 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: Pet. Nay, then you lie; it is the blessed sun. sun : But sun it is not, when you say it is not, Hor. Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is won. Pet. Why, how now, Kate! I hope thou art not mad: This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither'd ; Kath. Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes me; My name is call'd-Vincentio; my dwelling- And bound I am to Padua; there to visit Vin. Lucentio, gentle Sir. Pet. Happily met; the happier for thy son. Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, VINCENTIO, and Attendants. I think, I shall command your welcome here, Ped. Keep your hundred pounds to yourself; Le shall need none, so long as I live. 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 wo, to make merry withal ? Pet. Nay, I told you, your son was beloved in Padua.-Do you hear, Sir t-to leave volous circumstances,-I pray you, teli sm Lucentio, that bis father is come from Pisa, 200 is here at the door to speak with him. Ped. Thou liest; bis father is come from Pisa, and here looking out at the window. Vin. Art thou bis father? Ped. Ay, Sir; so his mother says, if I may believe ber. Pet. Why, how now, gentleman! [To VisCEN.] why, this is flat knavery, to take up you another man's name. Ped. Lay hands on the villain; I believe ' means to cozen somebody in this city under my countenance. ACT V. SCENE I-PADUA.-Before LUCENTIO'S Luc. I fly, Biondello: but they may chance to need thee at home, therefore leave us. Tra. How now! what's the matter? 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. Tra. Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleGre. I marvel Cambio comes not all this man by your habit, but your words show you while. a madinan: Why, Sir, what concerns it you, if I were pearl and gold? I thank my good father, I am able to maintain it. Vin. Thy father? O villain! he is a sailmaker in Bergamo. Re-enter BIONDELLO. Bion. I bave seen them in the church toge ther; God send 'em good shipping!-Bat be is here? mine old master, Vincentio? OW VE are undone, and brought to nothing. Vin. Come hither, crack-hemp. [Seeing BIONDELLO. Bion. I hope, I may choose, Sir. Vin. Come hither, you rogue: What, have you forgot me ? Bion. Forgot you? no, Sir: I could not forget you, for I never saw you before in all my life. Vin. What, you notorious villain, didst thea never see thy master's father, Vincentio ! Bion. What, my old, worshipful old master! yes, marry, Sir; see where he looks out of the window. Vin. Is't so, indeed? [Beats BIONDELLO. Bion. Help, help, help, help! here's a madman will murder me (Exit. Ped. Help, son! help, signior Baptista! [Exit from the window. Pet. Pr'ythee, Kate, let's stand aside, and see the end of this controversy. They retire. Re-enter PEDANT below; BAPTISta, Traxio, and SERVANTS. Tra. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my servant ? Vin. What am I, Sir? nay, what are you, Sir 1-0 immortal gods! O fine villain! A slken doublet! a velvet hose! a scarlet cloak! and a copatain hat! Oh! I am undone! I am undone! while I play the good husband at bott, my son and my servant spend all at the umiversity. Bap. You mistake, Sir; you mistake, Sir: Pray, what do you think is his name? Vin. His name? as if I knew not his name: I have brought him up ever since he was three years old, and his name is-Tranio. Ped. Away, away, and ass! his name is Lacentio: and he is mine only son, and beir to the lands of me, signior Vincentio. Vin. Lucentio! Oh! he bath murdered his master!-Lay hold on him, I charge you, the duke's name :-O my son, my son !-tell me, thou villain, where is my son Lucentio ! Tra. Call forth an officer: [Enter one with an officer.] carry this mad knave to the jail :Father Baptista, I charge you see, that be be forthcoming. Vin. Carry me to the jail! Gre. Stay, officer; he shall not go to prison. A hat with a conical crown. |