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Sly. Ay, it stands so, that I may hardly tarry so long. But I would be loath to fall into my dreams again; I will therefore tarry, in despite of the flesh and the blood.
Enter a SERVANT.
We could at once put us in readiness;
Tra. Master, some show, to welcome us to
Serv. Your honour's players, hearing your Enter BAPTISTA, KATHARINA, BIANCA, GREMIO,
Are come to play a pleasant comedy,
And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy,
SCENE 1.-Padua.-A public Place.
Enter LUCENTIO and TRAN:0.
Luc. Tranio, since-for the great desire I had
Vincentio his son, brought up in Florence,
Glad that you thus continue your resolve,
and HORTENSIO. LUCENTIO and TRANIO stand aside.
Bap. Gentlemen, impórtune me no further, For how I firmly am resolv'd you know; That is,-not to bestow my youngest daughter, Before I have a husband for the elder: If either of you both love Katharina, Because I know you well, and love you well, Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure.
Gre. To cart her rather: She's too rough for
There, there, Hortensio, will you any wife? Kath. I pray you, Sir, [To BAP.] is it your will
To make a stale of me amongst these mates? Hor. Mates, maid! how mean you that? no mates for you,
Unless you were of gentler, milder mould.
Kath. I'faith, Sir, you shall never need to I wis, it is not half way to her heart: [fear; But, if it were, doubt not her care should be To comb your noddle with a three-legg'd stool, And paint your face, and use you like a fool. Hor. From all such devils, good Lord, deliver us!
Gre. And me too, good Lord!
Tra. Hush, master! here is some good pastime toward;
That wench is stark mad, or wonderful froward.
Tra. Well said, master: mum! and gaze your
Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soon make good What I have said,-Bianca, get you in: And let it not displease thee, good Bianca; For I will love thee ne'er the less, my girl. Kath. A pretty peat! 'tis best'
Put finger in the eye,-an she knew why.
Bian. Sister, content you in my discontent.Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe: My books, and instruments, shall be my company;
On them to look, and practise by myself. Luc. Hark, Tranio! thou may'st hear Minerva speak. [Aside. Hor. Signior Baptista,will you be so strange? Sorry am I, that our good will effects Bianca's grief.
Gre. Why, will you mews her up, Signior Baptista, for this fiend of hell, And make her bear the penance of her tongue? Bap. Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolv'd:Go in, Bianca. [Exit BIANCA, And for I know, she taketh most delight In music, instruments, and poetry, Schoolmasters will I keep within my house, Fit to instruct her youth.-If you, Hortensio, Or signior Gremio, you,-know any such, Preter them hither; for to cunning¶ men I will be very kind, and liberal To mine own children in good bringing up; And so farewell. Katharina you may stay; For I have more to commune with Bianca.
+ Pet. Knowing, learned.
Kath. Why, and I trust I may go too; May I not? [belike, What, shall I be appointed hours; as though, I knew not what to take, and what to leave? Ha! [Exit. Gre. You may go to the devil's dam; your gifts are so good, here is none will hold you. Their love is not so great, Hortensio, but we may blow our nails together, and fast it fairly out; our cake's dough on both sides. Farewell:-Yet, for the love I bear my sweet Bianca, if I can by any means light on a fit man, to teach her that wherein she delights, I will wish him to her father.
Hor. So will I, signior Gremio: But a word, I pray. Though the nature of our quarrel yet never brook'd parle, know now, upon advice, it toucheth us both,-that we may yet again have access to our fair mistress, and be happy rivals in Bianca's love,-to labour and effect one thing 'specially.
Gre. What's that, I pray?
Hor. Marry, Sir, to get a husband for her sister.
Gre. A husband! a devil.
Hor. I say, a husband.
Gre. I say, a devil: Think'st thou, Hortensio, though her father be very rich, any man is so very a fool to be married to hell?
Hor. Tush, Gremio, though it pass your patience, and mine, to endure her loud alarums, why, man, there be good fellows in the world, an a man could light on them, would take her with all faults, and money enough.
Gre. I cannot tell; but I had as lief take her dowry with this condition, to be whipped at the high-cross every morning.
Hor. 'Faith, as you say, there's small choice in rotten apples. But, come; since this bar in law makes us friends, it shall be so far forth friendly maintained,-till by helping Baptista's eldest daughter to a husband, we set his youngest free for a husband, and then have to't afresh.-Sweet Bianca!-Happy man be his dole! He that runs fastest gets the ring. How say you, signior Gremio?
Gre. I am agreed: and 'would I had given him the best horse in Padua to begin his wooing, that would thoroughly woo her, wed her, and bed her, and rid the house of her. Come [Exeunt GREMIO and HORTENSIO. Tra. [Advancing.] I pray, Sir, tell me,-Is it possible
That love should of a sudden take such hold?
Tru. Master, it is no time to chide you now; Affection is not rated from the heart: [so,If love have touch'd you, nought remains but Redime te captum quam queas minimo.
Luc. Gramercies, lad; go forward: this contents;
The rest will comfort, for thy counsel's sound. Tra. Master, you look'd so longly on the maid,
erhaps you mark'd not what's the pith of all. • Endowments. + Consideration. ↑ Gain or lot. Driven out by chiding. Longingly,
Luc. O yes, I saw sweet beauty in her face, Such as the daughter* of Agenor had, That made great Jove to humble him to her hand, [strand. When with his knees he kiss'd the Cretan Tra. Saw you no more? mark'd you not how her sister
Began to scold; and raise up such a storm, That mortal ears might hardly endure the din? Luc. Tranio, I saw her coral lips to move, And with her breath she did perfume the air; Sacred, and sweet, was all I saw in her.
Tra. Nay, then, 'tis time to stir him from his trance.
I pray, awake, Sir; if you love the maid, Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her. Thus
it stands :
Her elder sister is so curst and shrewd,
Luc. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel father's he!
Tra. Ay, marry, am I, Sir; and now 'tis plotted.
Luc. I have it, Tranio.
Tra. Master, for my hand,
Both our inventions meet and jump in one.
Tra. You will be schoolmaster,
Luc. It is: May it be done?
Tra. Not possible; For who shall bear your And be in Padua here Vincentio's son? [part, Keep house, and ply his book; welcome his friends;
Visit his countrymen, and banquet them?
Luc, Basta;t content thee; for I have it full.
I will some other be; some Florentine,
Tra. So had you need. [They exchange habits.
(For so your father charg'd me at our parting;
Luc. Tranio, be so, because Lucentio loves : And let me be a slave, to achieve that maid Whose sudden sight hath thrall'd my wounded
And therefore frame your manners to the time. | Rise, Grumio, rise; we will compound this
Gru. Nay, 'tis no matter, what he 'leges* in Latin. If this be not a lawful cause for me to leave his service,-Look you, Sir,-he bid me knock him, and rap him soundly, Sir: Well, was it fit for a servant to use his master so; belife:ing, perhaps, (for aught I see,) two and thirty, -a pip out?
I kill'd a man, and fear I was descried :*
Bion. I, Sir, ne'er a whit.
Luc. And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth; Tranio is chang'd into Lucentio.
Bion. The better for him; Would I were so too!
Tra. So would I, faith, boy, to have the next wish after,[daughter. That Lucentio indeed had Baptista's youngest But, sirrah, not for my sake, but your master's, I advise
You use your manners discreetly in all kind of
When I am alone, why, then I am Tranio;
One thing more rests, that thyself execute;-
Sufficeth, my reasons are both good and
Sly. Yes, by saint Anne, do I. A good matter,
Whom, 'would to God, I had well knock'd at
Then had not Grumio come by the worst.
Rap me here, knock me well, and knock me
Pet. Sirrah, be gone, or talk not, I advise
Hor. Petruchio, patience; I am Grumio's
Why, this a heavy chance 'twixt him and you;
Blows you to Padua here, from old Verona?
To seek their fortunes further than at home, Where small experience grows. But, in a few,t Sly. 'Tis a very excellent piece of work, madam Signior Hortensio, thus it stands with me :lady; 'Would't were done!
Antonio, my father, is deceas'd;
And I have thrust myself into this maze,
SCENE II.-The same.-Before HORTENSIO'S Haply to wive, and thrive, as best I may:
Enter PETRUCHIO and GRUMIO.
Pet. Villain, I say, knock me here soundly. Gru. Knock you here, Sir? why, Sir, what am I, Sir, that I should knock you here, Sir? Pet. Villain, I say, knock me at this gate, And rap me well, or I'll knock your knave's pate.
Gru. My master is grown quarrelsome: I should knock you first, And then I know after who comes by the worst.
Pet. Will it not be?
'Faith, sirrah, an you'll not knock, I'll wring
Hor. How now? what's the matter?-My old friend Grumio! and my good friend Petruchio!-How do you all at Verona?
Pet. Signior Hortensio, come you to part the
Con tutto il core bene trovato, may I say.
Molto honoruto signor mio Petruchio.
Crowns in my purse I have, and goods at home,
Hor. Petruchio, shall I then come roundly
And wish thee to a shrewd ill-favour'd wife?
Pet. Signior Hortensio, 'twixt such friends
what his mind is: Why, give him gold enough Gru. Nay, look you, Sir, he tells you flatly and marry him to a puppet, or an aglet-baby; or an old trot with ne'er a tooth in her head, though she have as many diseases as two and fifty horses: why nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal.
Hor. Petruchio, since we have stepp'd thus far in,
I will continue that I broach'd in jest.
Brought up, as best becomes a gentlewoman: | And let me have them very well perfum'd;
For she is sweeter than perfume itself,
Tell me her father's name, and 'tis enough;
And he knew my deceased father well:-
Gru. I pray you, Sir, let him go while the humour lasts. O' my word, an she knew him as well as I do, she would think scolding would do little good upon him: She may, perhaps, call him half a score knaves, or so: why, that's nothing; an he begin once, he'll rail in his rope-tricks. I'll tell you what, Sir,-an she standt him but a little, he will throw a figure in her face, and so disfigure her with it, that she shall have no more eyes to see withal than a cat: You know him not, Sir.
Hor. Tarry, Petruchio, I must go with thee;
A title for a maid, of all titles the worst. ↑
And offer me, disguis'd in sober robes,
Gru. Here's no knavery! See; to beguile the old folks, how the young folks lay their heads together! Master, master, look about you: Who goes there? ha!
Hor. Peace, Grumio; 'tis the rival of my
Gru. A proper stripling, and an amorous!
All books of love, see that at any hand;¶
I'll mend it with a largess:-Take your papers
As for my patron, (stand you so assur'd,)
Hor. Grumio, mum!-God save you, signior
Gre. And you're well met, signior Horten-
Whither I am going?-To Baptista Minola.
About a schoolmaster for fair Bianca:
Fit for her turn; well read in poetry,
Gre. Belov'd of me,-and that my deeds
Gru. And that his bags shall prove, [Aside.
If that be all, masters, I hear no harm.
Pet. Born in Verona, old Antonio's son:
Gre. O, Sír, such a life, with such a wife,
But, if you have a stomach, to't o'God's name;
Pet. Will I live?
Gru. Will he woo her? ay, or I'll hang her.
Think you, a little din can daunt mine ears?
And do you tell me of a woman's tongue;
Gru. For he fears none.
Gre. Hortensio, hark!
* Fright boys with bug-bears.
Abusive language. + Withstand. ↑ Custody. || Versed.
My mind presumes, for his own good, and
Tra. Gentlemen, God save you! If I may be
Gre. Hark you, Sir; You mean not her to-
Pet. Not her that chides, Sir, at any hand, I
Tra. I love no chiders, Sir:-Biondello, let's
Luc. Well begun, Tranio.
Hor. Sir, a word ere you go ;-
Tra. An if I be, Sir, is it any offence?
Tra. Why, Sir, I pray, are not the streets as
Gre. But so is not she.
Tra. For what reason, I beseech you?
Tra. Softly, my masters! if you be gentlemen,
To whom my father is not all unknown;
Luc. Sir, give him head; I know, he'll prove
Pet. Hortensio, to what end are all these
Hor. Sir, let me be so bold as to ask you,
The one as famous for a scolding tongue,
Pet. Sir, Sir, the first's for me; let her go by.
And let it be more than Alcides' twelve.
Pet. Sir, understand you this of me, in-
The youngest daughter, whom you hearken for,
Tra. If it be so, Sir, then you are the man
For our access,-whose hap shall be to have
And since you do profess to be a suitor,
Tra. Sir, I shall not be slack: in sign whereof,
Hor. The motion's good indeed, and be it
SCENE I.-The same.--A Room in BAPTISTA'S
Enter KATHARINA and BIANCA.
Bian. Good sister, wrong me not, nor wrong
To make a bondmaid and a slave of me;
Kath. Of all thy suitors, here I charge thee,
Whom thou lov'st best; see thou dissemble not.
Kath. Minion, thou liest; Is't not Hortensio?
Kath. O then, belike, you fancy riches more;
Bian. Is it for him you do envy me so?