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Tranio, servants to Lucentio. Christopher Sly, a drunken Tinker.)

Biondello, S Hostess, Page, Players, Huntsmen, Persons in the Grumio, and other Servants attending on

servants to Petruchio.

Induction. Curtis, S" the Lord.

Pedant, an old fellow set up to personate Vincentio. Baptista, a rich gentleman of Padua.

Katharina, the shrew ; } daughters to Baptista. Vincentio, an old gentleman of Pisa.

Bianca, her sister,
Lucentio, son to Vincentio, in love with Bianca Widow.
Petruchio, a gentleman of Verona, u suitor to

Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants attending on Gremio,

Baptista and Petruchio. 1 suitors to Bianca. Hortensio, Sandro " bal

SCENE,- sometimes in Padua; and sometimes in Petruchio's House in the Country.


Then take him up, and manage well the jest :-

Carry him gently to my fairest chamber, SCENE I.-Before an Alehouse on a Heath.

And hang it round with all my wanton pictures. Enter Hostess and Sly.

Balm his foul head with warm distilled waters,

And burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet Sly. I'll pheese you, in faith.

Procure me musick ready when he wakes, Host. A pair of stocks, you rogue !

To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound, Sly. Y'are a baggage; the Slies are no rogues : 1 And if he chance to speak, be ready straight, Look in the chronicles, we came in with Richard And, with a low submissive reverence, Conqueror. Therefore, paucas pallabris ; let the Say. What is it your honour will command ? world slide: Sessa!

Let one attend him with a silver bason, Host. You will not pay for the glasses you have Full of rose-water, and bestrew'd with flowers; burst!

Another bear the ewer, the third a diaper, Sly. No, not a denier : Go by, says Jeronimy ;And say,--Will't please your lordship cool your Go to thy cold bed, and warm thee,

hands? Host. I know my remedy, I must go fetch the Some one be ready with a costly suit, thirdborough

[Erit. And ask him what apparel he will wear; Sly. Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll an- Another tell him of his hounds and horse, swer him by law: I'll not budge an inch, boy; let | And that his lady mourns at his disease. him come, and kindly.

| Persuade him, that he hath been lunatick: [Lies down on the ground and falls asleep. And, when he says he is-, say, that he dreams, Wind horns. Enter a Lord from hunting, with For he is nothing but a mighty lord. Huntsmen and Servants.

This do, and do it kindly, gentle sirs;

It will be pastime passing excellent, Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my If it be husbanded with modesty. hounds:

| Hun. My lord, I warrant you, we'll play our Brach Merriman,—the poor cur is emboss'd,

And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd brach. As he shall think, by our true diligence,
Saw'st thou not, boy, how Silver made it good He is no less than what we say he is.
At the hedge corner, in the coldest fault?

| Lord. Take him up gently, and to bed with himn; I would not lose the dog for twenty pound.

And each one to his office, when he wakes.I Hun. Wby, Belman is as good as he, my lord;

(Some bear out Sly. A trumpet sounds. He cried upon it at the merest loss,

Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds :-And twice to-day pick'd out the dullest scent :

(Erit Servant. Trust me, I take him for the better dog.

Belike, some noble gentleman : that means, Lord. Thou art a fool; if Echo were as fleet, Travelling some journey, to repose him here. I would esteem him worth a dozen such. But sup them well, and look unto them all;

Re-enter a Servant. To-morrow I intend to hunt again.

How now ? who is it? 1 Hun. I will, my lord.


An it please your honour, Lord. What's here ? one dead, or drunk? See, Players that offer service to your lordship. doth he breathe?

Lord. Bid them come near : ? Hun. He breathe3, my lord : Were he not warm'd with ale,

Enter Players. This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly.

Now, fellows, you are welcome. Lord. O monstrous beast! how like a swine he! 1 Play. We thank your honour. lies!

Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to-night? Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine image! 2 Play. So please your lordship to accept our Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man.


[ber, What think you, if he were convey'd to bed,

Lord. With all my heart.-'This fellow I rememWrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers, Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son ; A most delicious banquet by his bed,

'Twas where you woo'd the gentlewoman so well: And brave attendants near him when he wakes, I have forgot your name ; but, sure, that part Would not the beggar then forget himself?

Was aptly fitted, and naturally perform'd. : Hun. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot 1 Play. I think, 'twas Soto that your honour choose.


means. 2 Hun. It would 'seem strange unto him when he Lord. 'Tis very true;-thou didst it excellent.Lord. Even as a flattering dream, or worthless Well, you are come to me in happy time; fancy.

1 The rather for I have some sport in hand,

Wherein your cunning can assist me much. 11 Christopher Siy, old Sly's son of Burton-heath, There is a lord will hear you play to-night: by birth a pedlar, by education a card-maker, by But I am doubtful of your modesties;

transmutation a bear-herd, and now by present Lest, over-eying of his odd behaviour,

profession a tinker? Ask Marian Hacket, the fat (For yet his honour never heard a play,)

ale-wife of Wincot, if she know me not : if she say You break into some merry passion,

I am not fourteen pence on the score for sheer ale, And so offend him ; for I tell you, sirs,

score me up for the lyingest knave in Christendom. If you should smile, he grows impatient.

What, I am not bestraught :-Here's i Play. Fear not, my lord; we can contain our 1 Serv. O, this it is that makes your lady mourn. selves,

2 Serv. O, this it is that makes your servants Were he the veriest antick in the world.

droop. Lord, Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery.

Lord. Hence comes it that your kindred shun And give them friendly welcome every one:

your house, Let them want nothing that my house affords. As beaten hence by your strange lunacy.

Exeunt Servant and Players. O, noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth; Sirrah, go you to Bartholomew my page,

Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment,

[To a Servant. And banish hence these abject lowly dreams; And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady: Look how thy servants do attend on thee, That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamber, Each in his office ready at thy beck. And call him-madam, do him obeisance.

Wilt thou have musick ? hark ! Apollo plays, Tell him from me, (as he will win my love,)

Musick. He bear himself with honourable action,

And twenty caged nightingales do sing : Such as he hath obsery'd in noble ladies

Or wilt thou sleep? we'll have thee to a couch, Unto their lords, by them accomplished:

Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed Such duty to the drunkard let him do,

On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis. With soft low tongue, and lowly courtesy ;

Say, thou wilt walk : we will bestrew the ground And say, What is't your honour will command, Or wilt thou ride ? thy horses shall be trapp'd, Wherein your lady, and your humble wife,

Their harness studded all with gold and pearl. May show her duty, and make known her love? Dost thou love hawking ? thou hast hawks will And then-with kind embracements, tempting

soar kisses,

Above the morning lark : Or wilt thou hunt? And with declining head into his bosom,

Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them, Bid him shed tears, as being overjoy'd

And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth. To see her noble lord restor'd to health,

1 Serv. Say, thou wilt course; thy greyhounds Who, for twice seven years, hath esteemed him

are as swift No better than a poor and loathsome beggar: As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe. And if the boy hath not a woman's gift,

2 Serv. Dost thou love pictures ? we will fetch To rain a shower of commanded tears,

thee straight An onion will do well for such a shift;

Adonis, painted by a running brook : Which in a napkin being close conveyed,

And Cytherea all in sedges hid; Shall in despite enforce a watery eye.

Which seem to move and wanton with her breath, See this despatch'd with all the haste thou canst; Even as the waving sedges play with wind. Anon I'll give thee more instructions.

Lord. We'll show thee Io, as she was a maid;

(Exit Servant. And how she was beguiled and surpriz'd, I know, the boy will well usurp the grace,

As lively painted as the deed was done. Voice, gait, and action of a gentlewoman:

3 Serv. Or Daphne, roaming through a thorny I long to hear him call the drunkard, husband;

wood; And how my men will stay themselves from Scratching her legs that one shall swear she bleeds: laughter,

And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep, When they do homage to this simple peasant. So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn. I'll in to counsel them : haply, my presence

Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord : May well abate their over-merry spleen,

Thou hast a lady far more beautiful Which otherwise would grow into extremez. Than any woman in this waning age.

(Exeunt. I Seri'. And, till the tears that she hath shed

for thee, SCENE II.-A Bedchamber in the Lord's House. Like envious floods o'er-ran her lovely face, Sly is discovered in a rich night-gown, with Attend

ond. She was the fairest creature in the world;

And yet she is inferior to none. ants; some with apparel, others with bason, ewer, lo and other appurtenances. Enter Lord. dressedl Sly. Am I a lord ? and have I such a lady? like a servant.

Or do I dream, or have I dream'd till now

I do not sleep : I see, I hear, I speak ; Sly. For God's sake, a pot of small ale.

I smell sweet savours, and I feel soft things in I Serv. Will't please your lordship drink a cup of Upon my life, I am a lord, indeed; sack ?

And not a tinker, nor Christophero Sly.2 Serv. Will it please your honour taste of these Well, bring our lady hither to our sight; conserves ?

(to-day? And once again, a pot o' the smallest ale. 3 Serv. What raiment will your honour wear 2 Serv. Will't please your mightiness to wash Sly. I am Christophero Sly; call not me-ho

your hands? nour, nor lordship. I never drank sack in my life:

(Servants present an erver, bason, and napkin. and if you give me any conserves, give me con- o, how we joy to see your wit restor'd! serves of beef : Ne'er ask me what raiment I'll0, that once more you knew but what you are' wear : for I have no more doublets than backs, no These fifteen years you have been in a dream, more stockings than legs, nor no more shoes than Or, when you wak'd, so wak'd as if you slept. feet; nay, sometimes, more feet than shoes, or Sly. These fifteen years! by my fay, a goodly nap. surh shoes as my toes look through the overlea. But did I never speak of all that time? ther.

I Serv. 0, yes, my lord; but very idle words :Lord. Heaven cease this idle humour in your For though you lay here in this goodly chamber, honour !

Yet would you say, ye were beaten out of door; O, that a mighty man of such descent,

And rail upon the hostess of the house ; Of such possessions, and so high esteem,

And say, you would present her at the leet, Should be infused with so foul a spirit !

Because she brought stone jugs and no seal'd quarts i Sly. What, would you make me mad? Am not sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket.

Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the house.

With his good will, and thy good company, 3 Serv. Why, sir, you know no house, nor no Most trusty servant, well approv'd in all; such maid ;

Here let us breathe, and happily institute
Nor no such men, as you have reckon'd up,

A course of learning, and ingenious studies.
As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece, Pisa, renowned for grave citizens,
And Peter Turf, and Henry Pimpernell;

Gave me my being, and my father first,
And twenty more such names and men as these, A merchant of great traffick through the world,
Which never were, nor no man ever saw.

Vincentio, come of the Bentivolii. Sly. Now, Lord be thanked for my good amends! Vincentio his son, brought up in Florence, all. Amen.

It shall become, to serve all hopes conceiv'd, Sly. I thank thee; thou shalt not lose by it. To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds:

And therefore, Tranio, for the time I study Enter the Page, as a lady, with Attendants.

Virtue, and that part of philosophy Page. How fares my noble lord ?

Will I apply, that treats of happiness Sly. Marry, I fare well; for here is cheer enough. By virtue 'specially to be achiev'd. Where is my wife ?

Tell me thy mind : for I have Pisa left, Page. Here, noble lord ; What is thy will with And am to Padua come; as he that leaves her ?

A shallow plash, to plunge him in the deep, Sly. Are you my wife, and will not call me And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst. husband?

Tra. Mi perdonate, gentle master mine,
My men should call me lord; I am your goodman. I am in all affected as yourself;
Page. My husband and my lord, my lord and Glad that you thus continue your resolve,

To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy.
I am your wife in all obedience.

Only, good master, while we do admire Sly. I know it well :- What must I call her ? This virtue, and this moral discipline, Lord. Madam.

Let's be no stoicks, nor no stocks, I pray; Sty. Al'ce madam, or Joan madam ?

Or so devote to Aristotle's checks, Lord. Madam, and nothing else; so lords call As Ovid be an outcast quite abjur'd : ladies.

Talk logick with acquaintance that you have, Sly. Madam wife, they say that I have dream'a And practise rhetorick in your common talk: and slept

Musick and poesy use to quicken you ; Above some fifteen year and more.

The mathematicks, and the metaphysicks, Page. Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me; Fall to them, as you find your stomach serves you: Being all this time abandon'd from your bed. No profit grows, where is no pleasure talen; Sly. 'Tis much ; Servants, leave me and her In brief, sir, study what you most affect. alone.

Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou advise. Madam, undress you, and come now to bed. if, Biondello, thou wert come ashore,

Paye. Thrice noble lord, let me entreat of you, We could at once put us in readiness; To pardon me yet for a night or two;

And take a lodging, fit to entertain Or, if not so, until the sun be set:

Such friends, as time in Padua shall beget. For your physicians have expressly charg'd, But stay awhile: What company is this? In peril to incur your former malady,

Tra. Master, some show, to welcome us to town. That I should yet absent me from your bed;

Enter Baptista, Katharina, Bianca, Gremio, and I hope, this reason stands for my excuse. Sly. Ay, it stands so, that I may hardly tarty sol

Hortensio. Lucentio and Tranio stand aside. long. But I would be loath to fall into my dreams! Bap. Gentlemen, importune me no further, again; I will therefore tarry, in despite of the flesh For how I firmly am resolv'd you know; and the blood.

That is,-- not to bestow my youngest daughter,

Before I have a husband for the elder:
Enter a Servant.

If either of you both love Katharina,
Serv. Your honour's players, hearing your amend. Because I know you well, and love you well,

Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure. Are come to play a pleasant comedy,

Gre. To cart her rather: She's too rough for For so your doctors hold it very meet;

me :Seeing too much sadness hath congtal'd your blood, There, there Hortensio, will you any wife? And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy,

| Kath. I pray you, sir, [to Bap.] is it your will Therefore, they thought it good you hear a play, To make a stale of me amongst these mates? And frame your mind to mirth and merriment, Hor. Mates, maid! how mean you that? no Which bars a thousand harms, and lengthens life.

mates for you, Sly. Marry, I will; let them play it: Is not Unless you were of gentler, milder mould. a commonty a Christmas gambol, or a tumbling- Kath. l'faith, sir, you shall never need to fear : trick ?

I wis, it is not half way to her heart : Page. No, my good lord: it is more pleasing But, if it were, doubt not her care should be stuff.

To comb your noddle with a three-legg'd stool, Sly. What, household stuff?

And paint your face, and use you like a fool. Page. It is a kind of history.

Hor. From all such devils, good Lord, deliver us! Sly. Well, we'll see't: Come, Diadam wife, sit Gre. And me too, good Lord! by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er Tra. Hush, master ! here is some good pastime be younger

[They sit down.

toward; That wench is stark mad, or wonderful froward.

Luc. But in the other's silence I do see

Maids' mild behaviour and sobriety.

Peace, Tranio.

Tra. Well said, master; mum! and gaze your fill. SCENE I.-Padua. A publick Place.

Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soon make good Enter Lucentio and Tranio.

What I have said,-Bianca, get you in :

And let it not displease thee, good Bianca; Luc. Tranio, since for the great desire I had For I will love thee ne'er the less, my girl. To see fair Padua, nursery of arts,

Kath. A pretty peat! 'tis best I am arriv'd for fruitful Lombardy,

Put finger in the eye-an she knew why. The pleasant garden of great Italy;

Bian. Sister, content you in my discontent And, by my father's love and leave, am arm'd Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe :

My books, and instruments, shall be my company ; If I achieve not this young modest girl :
On them to look, and practise by myself.

Counsel me, Tranio, for I know thou canst; Luc. Hark, Tranio ! thou may'st hear Minerva Assist me, Tranio, for I know thou wilt. speak.

Aside. Tra. Master, it is no time to chide you now; Hor. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange? Affection is not rated from the heart : Sorry am I, that our good will effects

If love have touch'd you, nought remains but so, Bianca's grief.

Redime te captum quam queas minimo.
Why, will you mew her up,

Luc. Gramercies, lad; go forward : this conSignior Baptista, for this fiend of hell,

tents; And make her bear the penance of her tongue: The rest will comfort, for thy counsel's sound.

Bap. Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolu'd : | Tra. Master, you look'd so longly on the maid, Go in, Bianca.

(Exit Bianca. Perhaps you mark'd not what's the pith of all. And for I know, she taketh most delight

Luc. O yes, I saw sweet beauty in her face, In musick, instruments, and poetry,

Such as the daughter of Agenor had, Schoolmasters will I keep within my house, That made great Jove to humble him to her hand, Fit to instruct her youth.-If you, Hortensio,

When with his knees he kiss'd the Cretan strand. Or signior Gremio, you,-know any such,

Tra, Saw you no more ? mark'd you not, how Prefer them hither; for to cunning men

her sister I will be very kind, and liberal

Began to scold; and raise up such a storm, To mine own children in good bringing-up; That mortal ears might hardly endure the din? And so farewell Katharina, you may stay;

Luc. Tranio, I saw her coral lips to move, For I have more to commune with Bianca. (Exit. And with her breath she did perfume the air: Kath. Why, and I trust, I may go too ; May 1 Sacred, and sweet, was all I saw in her. not?

Tra. Nay, then, 'tis time to stir him from his What, shall I be appointed hours; as though, be. trance. like,

I pray, awake, sir; If you love the maid, I knew not what to take, and what to leave! Ha! Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her. Thus it


stands :Gre. You may go to the devil's dam; your gifts Her eldest sister is so curst and shrewd, are so good, here is none will hold you. Their love That, till the father rid his hands of her, is not so great, Hortensio, but we may blow our Master, your love must live a maid at home; nails together, and fast it fairly out; our cake's And therefore has he closely mew'd her up, dough on both sides. Farewell :-Yet, for the love Because she shall not be annoy'd with suitors. I bear my sweet Bianca, if I can by any means! Luc. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel father's he! light on a fit man, to teach her that wherein she But thou art not advis'd, he took some care delights, I will wish him to her father?

To get her cunning schoolmasters to instruct her? Hor. So will I, signior Gremio: But a word, I Tra. Ay, marry, am I, sir; and now 'tis plotted. pray. Though the nature of our quarrel yet never Luc. I have it, Tranio. brook'd parle, know now, upon advice, it toucheth_Tra.

Master, for my hand, us both, that we may yet again have access to our Both our inventions meet and jump in one. fair mistress, and be happy rivals in Bianca's Luc. Tell me thine first. love,-to labour and effect one thing 'specially. Tra.

You will be schoolmaster, Gre. What's that, I pray ?

And undertake the teaching of the maid.
Hor. Marry, sir, to get a husband for her sister. That's your device.
Gre. A husband! a devil.


It is: May it be done? Hor. I say, a husband.

Tra. Not possible; For who shall bear your part, Gre. I say, a devil: Think'st thou, Hortensio, And be in l'adua here Vincentio's son? though her father be very rich, any man is so very Keep house, and ply his book; welcome his friends: a fool to be married to hell ?

| Visit his countrymen, and banquet them? Hor. Tush, Gremio, though it pass your patience Luc. Basta ; content thee; for I have it full. and mine, to endure her loud alarums, why, man, We have not yet been seen in any house; there be good fellows in the world, an a man could Nor can we be distinguished by our faces. light on them, would take her with alt faults, and For man, or master: then it follows thus i money enough.

Thou shalt be master, Tranio, in my stead, Gre. I cannot tell; but I had as lief take her Keep house, and port, and servants, as I should: dowry with this condition,-to be whipped at the I will some other be; some Florentine, high-cross every morning.

Some Neapolitan, or mean man of Pisa. Hor. 'Faith, as you say, there's small choice in''Tis hatch'd, and shall be so :-Tranio, at once rotten apples. But, come ; since this bar in law Uncase thee; take my colour'd hat and cloak: makes us friends, it shall be so far forth friendly When Biondello comes, he waits on thee; maintained,- till by helping Baptista's eldest But I will charm him first to keep his tongue. daughter to a husband, we set his youngest free Tra. So had you need. [They exchange habits. for a husband, and then have to't afresh.--Sweet In brief then, sir, sith it your pleasure is, Bianca ! -Happy man be his dole! He that runs And I am tied to be obedient; fastest, gets the ring. How say you, signior Gre- (For so your father charg'd me at our parting; mio ?

Be serviceable to my son, quoth he, Gre. I am agreed : and 'would I had given him Although, I think, 'twas in another sense, the best horse in Padua to begin his wooing, that I am content to be Lucentio, would thoroughly woo her, wed her, and bed her, Because so well I love Lucentio. and rid the house of her. Come on.

1 Luc. Tranio, be so, because Lucentio loves : (Ereunt Gremio and Hortensio. And let me be a slave, to achieve that maid Tra. [Advancing. I pray, sir, tell me,-Is it Whose sudden sight hath thrall'd my wounde! possible

eye. That love should of a sudden take such hold? Luc. O Tranio, till I found it to be true,

Enter Biondello. I never thought it possible, or likely;

Here comes the rogue.-Sirrah, where have you But see! while idly I stood looking on,

been ? I found the effect of love in idleness :

Bion. Where have I been ? Nay, how now, where And now in plainness do confess to thee,

are you? That art to me as secret, and as dear,

Master, has my fellow Tranio stol'n your clothes As Anna to the queen of Carthage was,

Or you stol'n his? or both ? pray, what's the Tranio, I burn, I pine, I perish, Tranio,


Luc. Sirrah, come hither ; 'tis no time to jest, 1 Gru. Knock at the gate 2-0 heavens ! And therefore frame your manners to the time. Spake you not these words plain,--Sirrah, knock Your fellow Tranio here, to save my life,

me here, Puts my apparel and my countenance on,

Rap me here, knock me well, and knock me soundly > And I for my escape have put on his ;

And come you now withknocking at the gate ? For in a quarrel, since I came ashore,

Pet. Sirrah, be gone, or talk not, I advise you I kill'd a man, and fear I was descried.

Hor. Petruchio, patience; I am Grumio's pledge: Wait you on him, I charge you, as becomes, Why, this a heavy chance 'twixt him and you ; While I make way from hence to save my life : | Your ancient, trusty, pleasant servant Grumio. You understand me ?

And tell me now, sweet friend,what happy gale Bion.

I, sir ? ne'er a whit. Blows you to Padua here, from old Verona ? Luc. And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth; Pet. Such wind as scatters young men through Tranio is chang'd into Lucentio.

the world, Bion. The better for him ; 'Would I were so too! To seek their fortunes further than at home, Tra. So would I, faith, boy, to have the next Where small experience grows. But, in a few, wish after,

(daughter. Signior Hortensio, thus it stands with me :-
That Lucentio indeed had Baptista's youngest Antonio, my father, is deceas'd;
But, sirrah,-not for my sake, but your master's,–And I have thrust myself into this maze,
I advise

spanies : Haply to wive, and thrive, as best I may : You use your manners discreetly in all kind of com- Crowns in my purse I have, and goods at home, When I am alone, why, then I am Tranio ;

And so am come abroad to see the world. But in all places else, your master Lucentio.

Hor. Petruchio, shall I then come roundly to Luc. Tranio, let's go :

thee, One thing more rests, that thyself execute; And wish thee to a shrewd ill-favour'd wife ? To make one among these wooers : If thou ask me Thoud'st thank me but a little for my counsel : why,

And yet I'll promise thee she shall be rich, Sufficeth, my reasons are both good and weighty. And very rich :--but thou'rt too much my friend,

[Éreunt. And I'll not wish thee to her.

Pet. Signior Hortensio, 'twixt such friends as we, I Serv. My lord, you nod; you do not mind the

Few words suffice : and, therefore, if thou know - play.

One rich enough to be Petruchio's wife, Sly. Yes, by saint Anne, do 1. A good matter, sure

(As wealth is burden of my wooing dance,) ly : Comes there any more of it ! Page. My lord, 'tis but b.gun.

Be she as foul as was Florentius' love, Sly. 'Tis a very ercellent piece of work, madam

As old as Sybil, and as curst and shrewd

As Socrates' Xantippe, or a worse, lady: 'Would 'twere done !

She moves me not, or not removes, at least,
SCENE II.-The same. Before Hortensio's House. Affection's edge in me; were she as rough

As are the swelling Adriatick seas :
Enter Petruchio and Grumio.

I come to wive it wealthily in Padua;
Pet. Verona, for a while I take my leave,

If wealthily, then happily in Padua. To see my friends in Padua ; but, of all,

Gru. Nay, look you, sir, he tells you flatly what My best beloved and approved friend,

his mind is : Why, give him gold enough and marHortensio ; and, I trow, this is his house :

ry him to a puppet, or an aglet-baby ; or an old Here, sirrah Grumio ; knock, I say.

trot with ne'er a tooth in her head, though she have Gru. Knock, sir ! whom should I knock ? is as many diseases as two and fifty horses: why, no. there any man has rebused your worship?

thing comes amiss, so money comes withal. Pet. Villain, I say, knock me here soundly.

Hor. Petruchio, since we have stepped thus far Gru. Knock you here, sir ? why, sir, what am I, I will continue that I broach'd in jest.

[on, sir, that I should knock you here, sir ?

I can, Petruchio, help thee to a wife Pet. Villain, I say, knock me at this gate, With wealth enough, and young, and beauteous ; And rap me well, or I'll knock your knave's pate. Brought up, as best becomes a gentlewoman. Gru. My master is grown quarrelsome: I should Her only fault (and that is faults enough,) knock you first,

Is--that she is intolerably curst, And then I know after who comes by the worst. And shrewd, and froward : so beyond all measure. Pet. Will it not be ?

That, were my state far worser than it is, 'Faith, sirrah, an you'll not knock, I'll wring it; I would not wed her for a mine of gold. I'll try how you can sol, fa, and sing it.

| Pet. Hortensio, peace; thou knows't not gold's (He wrings Grumio by the ears.

effect :Gru. Help, masters, help ! my master is mad. Tell me her father's name, and 'tis enough; Pet. Now, knock when I bid you : sirrah! vil. For I will board her, though she chide as loud lain !

As thunder, when the clouds in autumn crack.

Hor. Her father is Baptista Minola,
Enter Hortensio.

An affable and courteous gentleman :
Hor. How now ? what's the matter ? _My old Her name is Katharina Minola,
friend Grumio ! and my good friend Petruchio Renown'd in Padua for her scolding tongue.
How do you all at Verona ?

Pet. I know her father, though I know not her,
Pet. Signior Hortensio, come you to part the fray? And he knew my deceased father well :-
Con tutto il core bene trovato, may I say.

I will not sleep, Hortensio, till I see her ; Hor. Alla nostra casa bene venuto,

And therefore let me be thus bold with you, Molto honorato signor mio Petruchio.

To give you over at this first encounter, Rise, Grumio, rise, we will compound this quarrel. Unless you will accompany me thither.

Gru. Nay, 'tis no matter, what he 'leges in Latin. Gru. I pray you, sir, let him go while the hu-If this be not a lawful cause for me to leave his mour lasts. Omy word, an she knew him as well service. Look you, sir,-he bid me knock him, as I do, she would think scolding would do little good and rap him soundly, sir : Well, was it fit for a upon him : She may, perhaps, c ll him half a score servant to use his master so; being, perhaps, (for knaves, or so : why, that's nothing; an he begin aught I see,) two and thirty,-a pip out ?

once, he'll rail in his rope-tricks. I'll tell you Whom, 'would to God, I had well knock'd at first, what, sir,-an she stand him but a little, he will Then had not Grumio come by the worst.

throw a figure in her face, and so disfigure her with Pet, A senseless villain !--Good Hortensio, it, that she shall have no more eyes to see withal I bade the rascal knock upon your gate,

than a cat : You know him not, sir. And could not get him for my heart to do it.

Hor. Tarry, Petruchio, I must go with thee;

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