Until the elder sister first be wed: For our access, whose hap shall be to have her, Hor. Sir, you say well, and well you do conceive; And since you do profess to be a suitor, You must, as we do, gratify this gentleman, Hor. The motion's good indeed, and be it so;Petruchio, I shall be your ben venuto. [Exeunt. АСТ II. SCENE I-A Room in Baptista's House. Enter KATHARINA and BIANCA. Bian. Good sister, wrong me not, nor wrong yourself, To make a bondmaid and a slave of me: Kath. Minion, thou liest; Is't not Hortensio ? Bian. If you affect' him, sister, here I swear, I'll plead for you myself, but you shall have him. Kath. O then, belike, you fancy riches more; You will have Gremio to keep you fair. Bian. Is it for him you do envy me so? Nay, then you jest; and now I well perceive, You have but jested with me all this while: I pr'ythee, sister Kate, untie my hands. Kath. If that be jest, then all the rest was so. [Strikes her. Enter BAPTISTA. Bap. Why, how now, dame! whence grows this insolence? Bianca, stand aside;-poor girl! she weeps;- Kath. Her silence flouts me, and I'll be reveng'd. [Flies after BIANCA. Bap. What, in my sight?-Bianca, get thee in. [Exit BIANCA. Kath. Will you not suffer me? Nay, now I see, She is your treasure, she must have a husband; I must dance barefoot on her wedding-day, And, for your love to her, lead apes in hell. Talk not to me; I will go sit and weep, Till I can find occasion of revenge. [Exit KATHARINA. Bap. Was ever gentleman thus griev'd as I? But who comes here? Enter GREMIO, with LUCENTIO in the habit of a mean man; PETRUCHIO, with HORTENSIO as a musician; and TRANIO, with BIONDELLO bearing a lute and books. Pet. And you, good sir! Pray, have you not a daughter Call'd Katharina, fair, and virtuous? Bap. I have a daughter, sir, call'd Katharina. Pet. You wrong me, signior Gremio; give me leave. I am a gentleman of Verona, sir, [Presenting HORTENSIO. Bap. You're welcome, sir; and he, for your good sake: But for my daughter Katharine,-this I know, Pet. I see you do not mean to part with her; Bap. Mistake me not, I speak but as I find. Whence are you, sir? what may I call your name?¦ Pet. Petruchio is my name; Antonio's son, A man well known throughout all Italy. Bap. I know him well: you are welcome for his sake. Gre. Saving your tale, Petruchio, I pray. Let us that are poor petitioners, speak too: Baccare! you are marvellous forward. Pet. O, pardon me, signior Gremio; I would fain be doing. Gre. I doubt it not, sir; but you will curse your wooing. Neighbor, this is a gift very grateful, I am sure of it. To express the like kindness myself, that have been more kindly beholden to you than any, I freely give unto you this young scholar [Presenting LxCENTIO.] that hath been long studying at Rheims: as cunning in Greek, Latin, and other languages, as the other in music and mathematics: his name is Cambio; pray, accept his service. Bap. A thousand thanks, signior Gremio, welcome, good Cambio.—But, gentle sir, [To TRANIO.] methinks you walk like a stranger; May I be so bold to know the cause of your coming? Tra. Pardon me, sir, the boldness is mine own; Bap. Good-morrow, neighbor Gremio: God save That, being a stranger in this city here, you, gentlemen! Do make myself a suitor to your daughter, Trifling ornaments. 1 Love. 2 A worthless woman. 3 Companions. A proverbial exclamation then in use. Gre. Good-morrow, neighbor Baptista. Unto Bianca, fair, and virtuous. Nor is your firm resolve unknown to me, I may have welcome 'mongst the rest that woo, And this small packet of Greek and Latin books: I know him well: you are very welcome, sir.Take you [To HoR.] the lute, and you [To Luc.] the set of books, You shall go see your pupils presently. We will go walk a little in the orchard, Pet. And, for that dowry, I'll assure her of Let specialties be therefore drawn between us, Pet. Why, that is nothing: for I tell you, father, And, with that word, she struck me on the head, Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench; Proceed in practice with my younger daughter; And woo her with some spirit when she comes. And say she uttereth piercing eloquence: But here she comes; and now, Petruchio, speak. Enter KATHARINA. Good-morrow, Kate; for that's your name, I hear. Kath. Well have you heard, but something hard of hearing; They call me-Katharine, that do talk of me. Kate, But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom, Bap. Well may'st thou woo, and happy be thy Myself am mov'd to woo thee for my wife. speed! Kath. Mov'd! in good time: let him that mov'd you hither, Remove you hence: I knew you at the first, You were a moveable. you. Kath. No such jade, sir, as you, if me you mean. Pet. Alas, good Kate! I will not burden thee: For, knowing thee to be but young and light,— Kath. Too light for such a swain as you to catch; And yet as heavy as my weight should be. Pet. Should be? should buz. Kath. Well ta'en, and like a buzzard. Pet. O, slow-winged turtle! shall a buzzard take thee? Kath. Ay, for a turtle; as he takes a buzzard. Kath. Yours, if you talk of tails; and so farewell. Pet. What, with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again, Good Kate; I am a gentleman. Kath. That I'll try. If you strike me, you are no gentleman; Pet. A herald, Kate? Ó, put me in thy books. Pet. A combless cock, so Kate will be my hen. craven. Pet. Nay, come, Kate, come; you must not look so sour. Kath. It is my fashion, when I see a crab. | That you shall be my wife: your dowry 'greed on; Signior Petruchio: How speed you with Pet. How but well, sir? how but well? Kath. Call you me, daughter? now I promise you, To wish me wed to one half lunatic; A mad-cap ruffian, and a swearing Jack, That talk'd of her, have talk'd amiss of her; Pet. Why here's no crab: and therefore look not She is not hot, but temperate as the morn; For she's not froward, but modest as the dove; sour. Kath. I chafe you, if I tarry; let me go. For thou art pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous; Kath. Go, fool, and whom thou keep'st command. Pet. Did ever Dian so become a grove, Kath. Where did you study all this goodly speech? Kath. Yes; keep you warm. Pet. Marry, so I mean, sweet Katharine, in thy bed: And therefore, setting all this chat aside, • A degenerate cock. For patience she will prove a second Grissel; Kath. I'll see thee hang'd on Sunday first. Tra. Is this your speeding? nay, then, good Pet. Be patient, gentlemen! I choose her for myself; If she and I be pleas'd, what's that to you? I tell you 'tis incredible to believe God send you joy, Petruchio! 'tis a match. Gre. Tra. Amen, say we; we will be witnesses. [Exeunt PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA, severally. Gre. Was ever match clapp'd up so suddenly? Bap. 'Faith, gentlemen, now I play a merchant's part, And venture madly on a desperate mart. Tra. "Twas a commodity lay fretting by you: "Twill bring you gain, or perish on the seas. by the word brag. To vye and revye were terms at cards, now superseded It is well worth seeing. A dastardly creature. ACT III. SCENE I. TAMING OF THE SHREW. Bap. The gain I seek is-quiet in the match. Tra. And I am one, that love Bianca more 'Tis deeds must win the prize; and he, of both, Say, signior Gremio, what can you assure her? Fine linen, Turkey cushions, boss'd with pearl, Sir, list to me; I am my father's heir, and only son: Of fruitful land, all which shall be her jointure.— 3 Gre. Two thousand ducats by the year, of land! Tra. Gremio, 'tis known, my father hath no less Gre. Nay, I have offer'd all, I have no more; By your firm promise; Gremio is out-vied. Bap. I must confess, your offer is the best: I am thus resolv'd:-On Sunday next you know, And so I take my leave, and thank you both. Gre. Adieu, good neighbor.-Now I fear thee not; Sirrah, young gamester, your father were a fool An old Italian fox is not so kind, my boy. [Exit. Must get a father, call'd-suppos'd Vincentio; Do get their children; but, in this case of wooing, ACT III. SCENE I-A Room in Baptista's House. Luc. Preposterous ass! that never read so far 1 Coverings for beds; now called counterpanes. But learn my lessons as I please myself. Luc. Here, madam: Hac ibat Simois; hic est Sigeia tellus: Hic steterat Priami regia celsa senis. Bian. Construe them. Luc. Hac ibat, as I told you before,-Simois, I am Lucentio,-hic est, son unto Vincentio of Pisa, Sigeia tellus, disguised thus to get your love;-Hic steterat, and that Lucentio that comes a wooing, Priami, is my man Tranio,-regia, bearing my port,-celsa senis, that we might beguile the old pantaloon. Hor. Madam, my instrument's in tune. 3 A large merchant-ship. [Returning. 4 A vessel of burthen worked both with sails and oars. The highest card. 6 The old cully in Italian farces. Bian. Let's hear; O fye! the treble jars. [HORTENSIO plays. | That Katharine and Petruchio should be married, Luc. Spit in the hole, man, and tune again. Bian. Now let me see if I can construe it: Hac ibat Simois, I know you not; hic est Sigeia tellus, I trust you not;-Hic steterat Priami, take heed he hear us not;-regia, presume not;-celsa senis, despair not. Hor. Madam, 'tis now in tune. All but the base. Hor. The base is right; 'tis the base knave that jars. How fiery and forward our pedant is! Now, for my life, the knave doth court my love: Pedascule, I'll watch you better yet. Bian. In time I may believe, yet I mistrust. Luc. Mistrust it not; for sure, acides Was Ajax,-call'd so from his grandfather. Bian. I must believe my master; else I promise you, I should be arguing still upon that doubt: My lessons make no music in three parts. Luc. Are you so formal, sir? well, I must wait, And watch withal; for, but I be deceiv'd, Our fine musician groweth amorous. [Aside. Hor. Madam, before you touch the instrument, Bian. Why, I am past my gamut long ago. A re, to plead Hortensio's passion; Enter a Servant. Serv. Mistress, your father prays you leave your books, And help to dress your sister's chamber up; Bian. Farewell, sweet masters, both; I must be gone. [Exeunt BIANCA and Servant. Luc. 'Faith, mistress, then I have no cause to stay. [Exit. Hor. But I have cause to pry into this pedant; Methinks, he looks as though he were in love:Yet if thy thoughts, Bianca, be so humble, To cast thy wand'ring eyes on every stale," Seize thee, that list: If once I find thee ranging, Hortensio will be quit with thee by changing. Kath. No shame but mine: I must, forsooth, be forced To give my hand, oppos'd against my heart, He'll woo a thousand, 'point the day of marriage, Tra. Patience, good Katharine, and Baptista, too; Upon my life, Petruchio means but well, Whatever fortune stays him from his word: Though he be blunt, I know him passing wise; Though he be merry, yet withal he's honest. Kath. 'Would Katharine had never seen him though! [Exit, weeping, followed by BIANCA, and others. Bap. Go, girl; I cannot blame thee now to weep; For such an injury would vex a saint, Much more a shrew of thy impatient humor. Enter BIONDELLO. Bion. Master, master! news, old news, and such news as you never heard of! Bap. Is it new and old too? how may that be? Bion. Why, is it not news, to hear of Petruchio's coming? Bap. Is he come? Bion. He is coming. Bap. When will he be here? Bion. When he stands where I am, and sees you there. Tra. But, say, what:-To thine old news. Bion. Why, Petruchio is coming, in a new hat and an old jerkin; a pair of old breeches, thrice turned, a pair of boots that have been candle-cases, one buckled, another laced; an old rusty sword ta'en out of the town armory, with a broken hilt, and chapeless; with two broken points: His horse hipped with an old mothy saddle, the stirrups of no kindred: besides, possessed with the glanders, and like to mose in the chine; troubled with the lampass, infected with the fashions,' full of wind-galls, sped with spavins, raied with the yellows, past cure of the fives, stark spoiled with the staggers, begnawn with the bots; swayed in the back, and shouldershotten; ne'er-legg'd before, and with a half-check'd bit, and a head-stall of sheep's leather; which, being restrained to keep him from stumbling, hath been often burst, and now repaired with knots: one girt six times pieced, and a woman's crupper of velure,' which hath two letters for her name, fairly set down in studs, and here and there pieced with packthread. Bap. Who comes with him? Bion. O, sir, his lackey, for all the world caparisoned like the horse; with a linen stock on one 9 Caprice, inconstancy. 1 Farcy. 2 Vives; a distemper in horses, little differing from the strangles. a Velvet. • Stocking. |