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A meacock wretch can make the curstest
Give me thy hand, Kate: I will unto Venice
Bap. I know not what to say: but give me
God send you joy, Petruchio! 'tis a match.
Pet. Father, and wife, and gentlemen adieu;
And venture madly on a desperate mart.
Bap. The gain I seek is-quiet in the match.
Tra. And I am one, that love Bianca more Than words can witness, or your thoughts can guess.
Gre. Youngling! thou canst not love so dear
[Exeunt PETRUCHIO and KATHARINE,
Gre. Was ever match clapp'd up so suddenly?
Tra. Grey-beard! thy love doth freeze.
Bap. Content you, gentlemen: I'll compouud
'Tis deeds, must win the prize; and he, of both, That can assure my daughter greatest dower Shall have Bianca's love.
Say, Signior Gremio, what can you assure her?
Is richly furnished with plate and gold;
Tra. That, only, came well in-Sir,
What, have I pinch'd you, signior Gremio ?
A dastardly creature.
• Coverings for beds; now called counterpanes.
My land amounts not to so much in all:
Tra. That's but a cavil; he is old, I young. Gre. And may not young men die, as well as old !
Bap. Well, gentlemen,
am thus resolv'd ;-On Sunday, next,
To strive for that which resteth in my choice:
But learn n.y lessons as I please myself.
[TO BIANCA.-HORTENSIO retires.
A vessel of burden worked both with sails and oars.
1 No school-boy, liable to be whipped.
Luc. That will be never;-tune your instru-To cast thy wand'ring eyes on every stale, Seize thee, that list: If once I find thee ranging,
Bian. Where left we last?
Luc. Here, madam :
Hortensio will be quit with thee by changing.
Hac ibat Simois; hic est Sigeia tellus ;
Luc. Hac ibat, as I told you before,—Simois,
Bian. Let's hear ;
[Returning. [HORTENSIO plays.
O fie! the treble jars.
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 be hear us not ;-regia, presume not; -celsa senis, despair not.
Hor. Madam, 'tis now in tune.
Hor. The bass is right; 'tis the base knave that jars.
How fiery and forward our pedant is !
Bian. In time I may believe, yet I inistrust.
I should be arguing still upon that doubt:
My lessons make no music in three parts.
To learn the order of my fingering,
Bian. Why, I am past my gamut long ago.
A re, to plead Hortensio's passion ;
C fant, that loves with all affection;
Enter BAPTISTA, GRENIO, TRANIO, Kath:
That Katharine and Petruchio should be
And yet we hear not of our son-in-law:
To speak the ceremonial rites of marriage !
To give my hand, oppos'd against my brart,
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 bonest. Kath. 'Would Katharine had never seen him though!
[Exit, weeping, followed by Bianca, und others.
Bap. Go, girl; I cannot blame thee new to
For such an injury would vex a saint,
Bion. Master, master! news, old news, and such news as you never heard of!
Bap. Is it new and old too ? how may that ? Bion. Why, is it not news, to hear of Petr chio's coming?
Bap. Is he come ?
Bion. Why, no, Sir.
Bion. He is coming.
Bap. When will be be here ?
Bion. When he stands where I am, and seve you there.
Tra. But, say, what :-To thine old news, Bion. Why, Petruchio is coming, m a new hat and an old jerkin; a pair of old breeches, thrice turned; a pair of boots that have been candlecases, one buckled, another faced: m old rusty sword ta'en out of the town armOT, with a broken bilt, and chapeless; with two broken points: His horse bipped with an oid mothy saddle, the s'irrups 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 ga06, sped with spavins, raied with the yellows, past cure of the fives, stark spoiled with the sag gers, begnawn with the bots; swayed in the
back, and shoulder-shotten; ne'er-legged before, and with a half-checked bit, and a head-stall of sheep's leather; which, being restrained to keep bim 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.
When I should bid good-morrow to my bride,
[Exeunt PETRUCHIO, GRUMIO, and
Luc. Were it not that my fellow-school-mas
Doth watch Bianca's steps so narrowly,
I'll keep mine own, despite of all the world.
Tra. That by degrees we mean to look into,
Bop. Ay, that Petruchio came.
We'll over-reach the grey beard, Gremio,
Bap. Who comes with him?
Bion. O Sir, his lackey, for all the world caparisoned like the horse, with a linen stock + on one leg, and a kersey boot-hose on the other, gartered with a red and blue list; an old hat, and The humour of forty fancies pricked in't for a feather: a monster, a very monster in apparel; and not like a Christian footboy, or a gentleman's lackey.
Tru. 'Tis some odd humour pricks him to
Yet oftentimes he goes but mean apparell'd.
Bion. Why, Sir, he comes not.
Bap. Didst thou not say, he comes?
Bion. Who? that Petruchio came ?
Bup. Why, that's all one.
Bion. Nay, by Saint Jamy, I hold you a
A horse and a man is more than one, and yet not many.
Signior Gremio! came you from the church?
Gre. A bridegroom, say you? 'tis a groom,
A grumbling groom, and that the girl shall find
Now take them up, quoth he, if any list.
Gre. Trembled and shook; for why, he stamp'd,
As if the vicar meant to cozen him.
But that his beard grew thin and hungerly,
This done, he took the bride about the neck;
That, at the parting, all the church did echo.
1 It was the custom for the company preset to driak wine immediately after the marriage-ceremous
Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, BIANCA, BAP-
I know you think to dine with me to-day,
Bap. Is't possible, you will away to-night?
Gre. Let me entreat you.
Pet. It cannot be.
Kath. Let me entreat you.
Pet. I-am content.
Kath. Nay, then,
Do what thou canst, will not go to day;
SCENE 1.-A Hall in PETRUCHIO's Country
Kath. Are you content to stay?
Gru. Fie, fie, on all tired jades! on all masters! and all foul ways! Was ever man beaten ? was ever man so rayed it was ever us so weary? I am sent before to make a fire, and they are coming after to warm them. were not I a little pot, and soon het, my very lips might freeze to my teeth, my tourue to the roof of my mouth, my heart in my belly, ere ! should come by a fire to thaw me :-Bat, 1, with
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.
Gru. Ay, Sir, they be ready; the oats have blowing the fire, shall warm myself; for, on
eaten the horses.
sidering the weather, a taller man than i take cold. Holla, hoa! Curtis !
I see, a woman may be made a fool,
Pet. They shall go forward, Kate, at thy com-
Obey the bride, you that attend on her:
I will be master of what is mine own:
[Exeunt PETRUCHIO, KATHARINE, and
Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet
For to supply the places at the table,
Lucentio, you shall supply the bridegroom: Ye
And let Bianca take her sister's room.
Gre. Went they not quickly, I should die with
Luc. Mistress, what's your opinion of your
Bian. That, being mad herself, she's madly mated.
Gre. I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated.
Curt. Who is that, calls so coldly!
Gru. A piece of ice: If thou doubt it, thes may'st slide from my shoulder to my beel, vab 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 r ported ?
Gur. She was, good Curtis, before this frost: but, thou know'st, winter tames man, was, and beast; for it hath tamed my old m2-ter, and my new mistress, and myself, fellow Curtis. Curt. Away, you three-inch fool! I am no beast.
Gru. Am I but three inches? why, thy horn 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 band (she being o at hand,) thou shalt soon feel, to thy cold comfest, for being slow in thy hot office.
Curt. I pr'ythee, good Grunio, tell me, Hor goes the world?
Gru. A cold world, Curtis, in every edit but thine; and, therefore, fire: Do the dazy, and bave thy duty; for my master and mistres 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 thon wilt.
Curt. Come, you are so fail of conycatching:
Gru. Why therefore, fire; for I have caught extreme cold. Where's the cook? is sapoet ready, the house trimined, rushes strewed, newebs swept; the serving-inen in their new fastian, their white stockings, and every officer his wed ding-garment on? Be the jacks fair within, the jills fair without, the carpets laid, and every thing
Curt. All ready; And therefore, I pray Dee, news?
Gru. First, know, my horse is tired; my muster and mistress fallen out.
Curt. How ?
Gru. Out of their saddles into the dirt; And thereby hangs a tale.
↑ Bewrayed, rty
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:
1 Curt. Both on one horse ?
Gru. What's that to thee?
Gru. Tell thou the tale:But hadst thou
Curt. By this reckoning, he is more shrew than she.
Gru. Ay; and that, thou and the proudest of But you all shall find, when he comes home. 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.
Did I not bid thee meet me in the park,
There were none fine, but Adam, Ralph, and
The rest were ragged, old, and beggarly;
Enter several SERVANTS.
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.
Gru. Why, she bath a face of her own.
Gru. Thou, it seems; that callest for company to countenance her.
Curt. I call them forth to credit her.
Gru. Why, she comes to borrow nothing of What is this? mutton?
1 Serv. Ay.
Pet. Who brought it?
1 Serv. 1.
Pet. Go, rascals, go, and fetch my supper in-[Exeunt some of the SERVANTS. [Sings. Where is the life that late I ledWhere are those--Sit down, Kate, and welcome. Soud, soud, soud, soud !+
Re-enter SERVANTS, with supper.
when, I say ?-Nay, good sweet Kate, be merry. [When ? with my boots, you rogues, you villains; It was the friar of orders grey, [Sings. As he forth walked on his way: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 acquaiut
are my slippers ?-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 villain will you let it fall? [Strikes him. Kath. Patience, I pray you; 'twas a fault unwilling. 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 shall 13
You logger-headed and unpolished grooms!
Gru. Here, Sir; as foolish as I was before.
Pet. 'Tis burnt; and so is all the meat :
And serve it thus to me that love it not?
Kath. I pray you, husband, be not so di-quiet;
And I expressly am forbid to touch it,
Than feed it with such over-roasted flesh.
Nath. [Advancing] Peter, didst ever see the
A torch of pitch.
+A word coined by Shakspeare to express the noise made by a person heated and fatigued.