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Hiding his bitter jests in blunt behaviour:


And yet I come not well And, to be noted for a merry man,

Bap. And yet you halt not. He'll woo a thousand, 'point the day of marriage, Tra.

Not so well apparell'd Make friends, invite, yes, and proclaim the banns; As I wish you were. Yet never means to wed where he hath woo'd. 1 Pet. Were it better I should rush in thus, Now must the world point at poor Katharine, But where is Kate ? where is my lovely bride? And say,-Lo, there is mad Petruchio's wife,

How does my father ?- Gentles, methinks you If it would please him come and marry her,

frown: Tra. Patience, good Katharine, and Baptista too; And wherefore gaze this goodly company; Upon my life, Petruchio means but well,

As if they saw some wondrous monument, Whatever fortune stays him from his word: Some comet, or unusual prodigy ? Though he be blunt, I know him passing wise; | Bap. Why, sir, you know, this is your weddingThough he be merry, yet withal he's honest.

day: Kath, 'Would Katharine had never seen him First were we sad, fearing you would not come; though!

Now sadder, that you come so unprovided.
[Brit, neepiny, followed by Bianca, and others. Fye! doff this habit, shame to your estate,
Bap. Go, girl; I cannot blame thee now to weep; An eye-sore to our solemn festival.
For such an injury would vex a saint,

Tru. And tell us, what occasion of import Much more a shrew of thy impatient humour. Hath all so long detain'd you from your wife,

And sent you hither so unlike yourself?
Enter Biondello.

Pet. Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear : Bion. Master, master! news, old news, and such Sufficeth, I am come to keep my word, news as you never heard of!

Though in some part enforced to digress; Bap. Is it new and old too? how may that be? Which, at more leisure, I will so excuse

Bion. Why, is it not news, to hear of Petruchio's! As you shall well be satisfied withal. coming ?

But, where is Kate? I stay too long from her; Bap. Is he come?

The morning wears, 'tis time we were at church. Bion. Why, no, sir.

Tra. See not your bride in these unreverent Bap. What then?

robes ; Bion. He is coming.

Go to my chamber, put on clothes of mine. Bap. When will he be here?

Pet. Not I, believe me; thus l'll visit her. Bion. When he stands where I am, and sees you Bup. But thus, I trust, you will not marry her. there.

Pet. Good sooth, even thus; therefore have done Tra. But, say, what :- To thine old news.

with words; Bion. Why, Petruchio is coming, in a new hat, To me she's married, not unto my clothes : and an old jerkin; a pair of old breeches, thrice Could I repair what she will wear in me, turned; a pair of boots that have been candle-cases, As I can change these poor accoutrements, one buckled, another laced ; an old rusty sword ta'en "Twere well for Kate, and better for myself. out of the town armory, with a broken hilt, and But what a fool am I, to chat with you, chapeless; with two broken points : His horse / When I should bid good-morrow to my bride, hipped with an old mothy saddle, the stirrups of no And seal the title with a lovely kiss? kindred : besides, possessed with the glanders, and

(Exeunt Petruchio, Grumio, and Biondello. like to mose in the chine; troubled with the Tra. He hath some meaning in his mad attire : lampass, infected with the fashions, full of wind. We will persuade him, be it possible, galls, sped with spavins, raied with the yellows, past To put on better ere he go to church. cure of the fives, stark spoiled with the staggers, 1 Bap. I'll after him, and see the event of this. begnawn with the bots; swayed in the back, and

(Exit. shoulder-shotten; ne'er-legged before, and with a Tra. But, sir, to her love concerneth us to add half checked bit, and a head-stall of sheep's leather: Her father's liking : Which to bring to pass, which, being restrained to keep him from stum- As I before imparted to your worship, bling, hath been often burst, and now repaired with I am to get a man,- whate'er he be, knots: one girt six times pieced, and a woman's It skills not much; we'll fit him to our turn,crupper of velure, which hath two letters for her And he shall be Vincentio of Pisa; name, fairly set down in studs, and here and there And make assurance, here in Padua, pieced with packthread.

Of greater sums than I have promised. Bap. Who comes with him?

So shall you quietly enjoy your hope, Bion. O, sir, his Jackey, for all the world capa. And marry sweet Bianca with consent. risoned like the horse ; with a linen stock on one Luc. Were it not that my fellow schoolmaster leg, and a kersey boot-hose on the other, gartered Doth watch Bianca's steps so narrowly, with a red and blue list; an old hat, and The humour 'Twere good, methinks, to steal our marriage; of forty fancies pricked in't for a feather: a monster, Which once perform'd, let all the world, a very monster in apparel; and not like a Christian I'll keep mine own, despite of all the world. footboy, or a gentleman's lackey.

Tra. That by degrees we mean to look into, Tra. "Tis some odd humour pricks him to this And watch our vantage in this business: fashion ;

We'll over-reach the greybeard, Gremio,
Yet oftentimes he goes but mean apparell'd. The narrow-prying father, Minola;
Bap. I am glad he is come, howsoe'er he comes. The quaint musician, amorous Licio;
Bion. Why, sir, he comes not.

All for my master's sake, Lucentio.-
Bap. Didst thou not say, he comes ?

Re-enter Gremio.
Bion. Who? that Petruchio came?
Bap. Ay, that Petruchio came.

Signior Gremio! came you from the church ? Bion. No, sir; I say, his horse comes with him Gre. As willingly as e'er I came from school. on his back.

Tra. And is the bride and bridegroom coming Bap. Why, that's all one.

home? Bion. Nay, by saint Jamy, I hold you a penny, Gre. A bridegroom, say you ? 'tis a groom, in. A horse and a man is more than one, and yet not

deed, many.

A grumbling groom, and that the girl shall find.

Tra. Curster than she ? why, 'tis impossible. Enter Petruchio and Grumio.

Gre. Why, he's a devil, a devil, a very fiend. Pet. Come, where be these gallants? who is at Tra, Why, she's a devil, a devil, the devil's dam home?

Gre. Tut! she's a lamb, a dove, a fool to him Bap. You are welcome, sir.

I'll tell you, sir Lucentio ; When the priest

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Should ask-if Katharine should be his wife, I'll bring my action on the proudest he
Ay, by gogs-wouns, quoth he; and swore so loud That stops my way in Padua. Grumio.
That, all amaz'd, the priest let fall the book : Draw forth thy weapon, we're beset with thieves ;
And, as he stoop'd again to take it up,

Rescue thy mistress, if thou be a man :-
The mad-brain'd bridegroom took him such a cuff, Fear not, sweet wench, they shall not touch thee,
That down fell priest and book, and book and priest ; I'll buckler thee against a million.

(Kate ; Nom take them up, quoth he, if any list.

[Exeunt Petruchio, Katharina, and Grumio. Tra. What said the wenoh, when he arose again? Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones. Gre. Trembled and shook; for why, he stamp'd, Gre. Went they not quickly, I should die with As if the vicar meant to cozen him. [and swore,

laughing But after many ceremonies done,

Tra. Of all mad matches, never was the like! He calls for wine :-A health, quoth he ; as if

Luc. Mistress, what's your opinion of your sister? He had been aboard, carousing to his inates

Bian. That, being mad herself, she's madly After a storm :-Quaff'd off the muscadel,

mated. And threw the sops all in the sexton's face ;

Gre. I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated. Having no other reason,

Bap. Neighbours and friends, though bride and But that his beard grew thin and hungerly,

bridegroom 'wants And seem'd to ask him sops as he was drinking. For to supply the places at the table, This done, he took the bride about the neck ; You know there wants no junkets at the feast; And kiss'd her lips with such a clamorous smack, |Lucentio, you shall supply the bridegroom's place; That, at the parting, all the church did echo. And let Bianca take her sister's room. I, seeing this, came thence for very shame ;

Tra. Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it? And after me, I know, the rout is coming :

Bap. She shall, Lucentio.-Come, gentlemen, Such a mad marriage never was before ;

let's go.

[Exeunt. Hark, hark ! I hear the minstrels play. [Musick. Enter Petruchio, Katharina, Bianca, Baptista, Hortensio, Grumlo, and Train.

Pet. Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for your SCENE I.-A Hall in Petruchio's Country House.
I know, you think to dine with me to-day, (pains :

Enter Grumio.
And have prepar'd great store of wedding cheer;
But so it is, my haste doth call me hence,

Gru. Fye, fye, on all tired jades! on all mad And therefore here I mean to take my leave. masters and all foul ways ! Was ever man so

Bap. Is't possible, you will away to-night? beaten ? was ever man so rayed ? was ever man so

Pet. I must away to day, before night come : weary ? I am sent before to make a fire, and they Make it no wonder; if you knew my business, are coming after to warm them. Now, were not I a You would entreat me rather go than stay.

little pot, and soon hot, my very lips might freeze to And, honest company, I thank you all,

my teeth, my tongue to the roof of my mouth, my That have beheld me give away myself

heart in my belly, ere I should come by a fire to To this most patient, sweet, and virtuous wife : thaw me :-But, I, with blowing the fire, shall Dine with my father, drink a health to me; warm myself; for, considering the weather, a taller For I must hence, and farewell to you all.

man than I will take cold. Holla, hoa ! Curtis ! Tra. Let us entreat you stay till after dinner.

Enter Curtis.
Pet. It may not be.
Let me entreat you.

Curt. Who is that, calls so coldly?
Pet. It cannot be.

Gru. A piece of ice : If thou doubt it, thou Kath. Let me entreat you.

may'st slide from my shoulder to my heel, with no Pet. I am content.

greater a run but my head and my neck. A fire, Kath.

Are you content to stay ? good Curtis. Pet. I am content you shall entreat me stay, Curt. Is my master and his wife coming, Grumiu ? But yet not stay, entreat me how you can.

Gru. 0, ay, Curtis, ay : and therefore fire, fire; Kath. Now, if you love me, stay.

cast on no water. Pet.

Grumio, my horses. Curt. Is she so hot a shrew as she's reported ? Gru. Ay, sir, they be ready ; the oats have eaten Gru. She was, good Curtis, before this frost : the horses.

but, thou know'st, winter tames man, woman, and Kath. Nay, then,

beast ; for it hath tamed my old master, and my Do what thou canst, I will not go to-day ;

new mistress, and myself, fellow Curtis. No, nor to-morrow, nor till I please myself.

Curt. Away, you three-inch fool! I am no beast. The door is open, sir, there lies your way,

Gru. Am I but three inches? why, thy horn is a You may be jogging, whiles your boots are green; foot; and so long am I, at the least. But wilt thou For me, I'll not be gone, till I please myself : make a fire, or shall I complain on thee to our mis'Tis like, you'll prove a jolly surly groom,

tress, whose hand (she being now at hand,) thou That take it on you at the first so roundly.

shalt soon feel, to thy cold comfort, for being slow Pet. O Kate, content thee; pr'ythee be not angry. in thy hot office ?

Kath. I will be angry ; What hast thou to do? Curt. I pr'ythee, good Grumio, tell me, How Father, be quiet : he shall stay my leisure. goes the world? Gre. Ay, marry, sir : now it begins to work. Gru. A cold world, Curtis, in every office but

Kath. Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner :- thine; and, therefore, fire: Do thy duty, and have I see, a woman inay be made a fool,

thy duty; for my master and mistress are almost If she had not a spirit to resist. (mand : frozen to death.

Pet. They shall go forward, Kate, at thy com- Curt. There's fire ready ; And, therefore, good Obey the bride, you that attend on her:

Grumio, the news ? Go to the feast, revel and domineer,

Gru. Why, Jack boy! ho boy! and as much news Carouse full measure to her maidenhead,

as thou wilt. Be mad and merry, or go hang yourselves; Curt. Come, you are so full of conycatching :But for my bonny Kate, she must with me.

Gru. Why, therefore, fire; for I have caught ex. Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret; treme cold. Where's the cook ? is supper reads. I will be master of what is mine own:

the house trimmed, rushes strewed, cobwebs swept; She is my goods, my chattels ; she is my house, the serving-men in their new fustian, their white My household-stuff, my field, my barn,

stockings, and every officer his wedding-garment My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing ;

on ? Be the jacks fair within, the jills fair without, And here she stands, touch her whoever dare. the carpets laid, and every thing in order ?

Curt. All ready; And, therefore, I pray thee,1 Pet. You peasant swain ! you whoreson malt. news?

horse drudge! Gru. First, know, my horse is tired; my master Did I not bid thee meet me in the park, and mistress fallen out.

And bring along these rascal knaves with thee? Curt. How?

Gru. Nathaniel's coat, sir, was not fully made, Gru. Out of their saddles into the dirt; And And Gabriel's pumps were all unpink'd i'the heel ; thereby hangs a tale.

There was no link to colour Peter's hat Curt. Let's ha't, good Grumio.

And Walter's dagger was not come from sheathing: Gru. Lend thine ear.

There were none fine, but Adam, Ralph, and Curt. Here.

Gregory; Gru. There.

Striking him. The rest were ragged, old, and beggarly; Curt. This is to feel a tale, not to hear a tale. I Yet, as they are, here are they come to meet you.

Gru. And therefore 'tis called, a sensible tale : Pet. Go, rascals, go, and fetch my supper in.-and this cuff was but to knock at your ear, and be.

(Exeunt some of the Servants. seech listening. Now I begin : Imprimis, we came where is the life that late I led

Sings. down a foul hill, my master riding behind my mis- Where are those--Sit down, Kate, and wel. tress :

come. Curt. Both on one horse ?

Soud, soud, soud, soud !
Gru. What's that to thee?
Curt. Why, a horse.

Re-enter Servants, with supper. Gru. Tell thou the tale : -But hadst thou Why, when, I say?--Nay, good sweet Kate, be not crossed me, thou should'st have heard how her

merry. horse fell, and she under her horse ; thou should'st Off with my boots, you rogues, you villains; When? have heard, in how miry a place: how she was be

It was the friar of orders grey, moiled; how he left her with the horse upon her ;

(Sings. how he beat me because her horse stumbled : how

As he forth walked on his way: she waded through the dirt to pluck him off me; Out, out, you rogue ! you pluck my foot awry: how he swore; how she prayed-that never pray'd Take that, and mend the plucking off the other before ; how I cried; how the horses ran away;

[Strikes him. how her bridle was burst; how I lost my crupper; | Be merry, Kate :-Some water, here ; what, ho ! with many things of worthy memory; which now Where's my spaniel Troilus? --Sirrah, get you shall die in oblivion, and thou return unexpe

hence, rienced to thy grave.

And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither : Curt. By this reckoning, he is more shrew than

Erit Servant. she.

One, Kate, that you must kiss, and be acquainted Gru. Ay; and that, thou and the proudest of all shall find, when he comes home. But Where are my slippers --Shall I have some what talk I of this ?-call forth Nathaniel, Joseph,

water ?

[A bason is presented to him. Nicholas, Philip, Walter, Sugarsop, and the rest ; Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily :let their heads be sleekly combed, their blue coats

(Servant lets the ener fall. brushed, and their garters of an indifferent knit :/ You whoreson villain! will you let it fall ? let them curtsey with their left legs; and not pre

[Strikes him. sume to touch a hair of my master's horse-tail, till Kath. Patience, I pray you; 'twas a fault un. they kiss their hands. Are they all ready?

willing. Curt. They are.

Pet. A whoreson, beetleheaded, flap-ear'd knave! Gru. Call them forth.

Come, Kate, sit down; I know you have a stomach. Curt. Do you hear, ho? you must meet my Will you give thanks, sweet Kate; or else shall I ?master, to countenance my mistress.

What is this ? mutton ? Gru. Why, she hath a face of her own.

1 Serr. Curt. Who knows not that?


Who brought it ? Gru. Thou, it seems; that callest for company i Serv. to countenance her.

Pet. 'Tis burnt; and so is all the meat: Curt. I call them forth to credit her.

What dogs are these? Where is the rascal cook? Gru. Why, she comes to borrow nothing of them. How durst you, villains, bring it from the dresser,

And serve it thus to me that love it not?
Enter several Servants.

There, take it to you, trenchers, cups, and all : Nath. Welcome home, Grumio.

(Throws the meat, &c. about the stage. Phil. How now, Grumio ?

You heedless joltheads, and unmanner'd alaves ! Jos. What, Grumio!

What, do you grumble? I'll be with you straight. Nich. Fellow Grumio !

Kath. I pray you, husband, be not so disquiet ; Nath. How now, old lad ?

The meat was well, if you were so contented. Gru. Welcome, you ;-how now, you ;-what, Pet. I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dried you ;-fellow, you ;-and thus much for greeting

away ; Now, my spruce companions, is all ready, and all And I expressly am forbid to touch it, things neat?

For it engenders choler, planteth anger; Nath. All things is ready : How near is our And better 't were that both of us did fast, master ?

Since, of ourselves, ourselves are cholerick, Gru. E'en at hand, alighted by this; and there. Than feed it with such over-roasted flesh. fore be not, Cock's passion, silence ! I |Be patient ; to-morrow it shall be mended, hear my master.

And, for this night, we'll fast for company :

Come, I will bring thee to thy bridal chamber. Enter Petruchio and Katharina.

(Exeunt Petruchio, Katharina, and Curtis. Pet. Where be these knaves ? What, no man at Nath. ¡Advancing.) Peter, didst ever see the door,

like? To hold my stirrup, nor to take my horse !

Peter. He kills her in her own humour. Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip?

Re-enter Curtis. All Serv. Here, here, sir; here, sir.

Pet. Here, sir! here, sir ! here, sir ! here, sir! Gru. Where is he?
Yon logger-headed and unpolish'd grooms !

Curt. In her chamber,
What, no attendance ? no regard ? no duty ? Making a sermon of continency to her:
Where is the foolish knave I sent before ?

And rails, and swears, and rates; that she, poor Gru. Here, sir; as foolish as I was before.



Knows not which way to stand, to look, to speak ; |As I have lov'd this proud disdainful haggard : And sits as one new-risen from a dream

And so farewell, signior Lucentio.-
Away, away! for he is coming hither. (Exeunt. Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,

Shall win my love: and so I take my leare,
Re-enter Petruchio.

In resolution as I swore before.
Pet. Thus have I politickly begun my reign,

[Erit Hortensio.-Lucentio and Bianca And 'tis my hope to end successfully :

advance. My falcon now is sharp, and passing empty :

Tra. Mistress Bianca, bless you with such grace And, till she stoop, she must not be full-gorg'd, As 'longeth to a lover's blessed case ! For then she never looks upon her lure.

Nay, I have ta'en you napping, gentle love; Another way I have to man my haggard,

And have forsworn you with Hortensio. To make her come, and know her keeper's call. Bian. Tranio, you jest ; But have you both for That is, to watch her, as we watch these kites,

sworn me? That bate, and beat, and will not be obedient.

Tra, Mistress, we have. She eat no meat to-day, nor none shall eat;


Then we are rid of Licio. Last night she slept not, nor to night she shall not. I Tra. l'faith, he'll have a lusty widow now, As with the meat, some undeserved fault

That shall be woo'd and wedded in a day.
I'll find about the making of the bed ;

Bian. God give him joy!
And here I'll fling the pillow, there the bolster, Tra. Ay, and he'll tame her.
This way the coverlet, another way the sheets : Bian.

He says so, Tranie. dy, and amid this hurly, I intend,

Tra, 'Faith, he is gone unto the taming-school. That all is done in reverend care of her ;

Bian. The taming-school! what, is there such a And, in conclusion, she shall watch all night:

place? And, if she chance to nod, I'll rail and brawl,

Tra. Ay, mistress, and Petruchio is the master; And with the clamour keep her still awake. That teacheth tricks eleven and twenty long, This is a way to kill a wife with kindness;

To tame a shrew, and charm her chattering tongue. And thus l'il curb her mad and headstrong hul

Enter Biondello, running. mour :He that knows better how to tame a shrew,

Bion. 0, master, master, I have watch'd so long Now let him speak; 'tis charity to show. (Erit. That I'm dog-weary ; but at last I spied

An ancient angel coming down the hill,
SCENE II.-Padua. Before Baptista's House. Will serve the turn.
Euter Tranio and Hortensio.


What is he, Biondello?

Bion. Master, a mercatante, or a pedant, Tra. Is't possible, friend Licio, that Bianca I know not what; but formal in apparel, Doth fancy any other but Lucentio ?

In gait and countenance surely like a father. I tell you, sir, she bears me fair in hand.

Luc. And what of him, Tranio? Hor. Sir, to satisfy you in what I have said, | Tru. If he be credulous, and trust my tale, Stand by, and mark the manner of his teaching. I'll make him glad to seem Vincentio ;

[They stand aside. And give assurance to Baptista Minola,

As if he were the right Vincentio.
Enter Bianca and Lucentio.

Take in your love, and then let me alone.
Luc. Now, mistress, profit you in what you read ?

[Exeunt Lucentio and Bianca. Bian. What, master, read you ? first resolve me

Enter a Pedant. that. Luc. I read that I profess, the art to love.

Ped. God save you, sir! Bian. And may you prove, sir, master of your Tra.

And you, sir! you are welcome. art!

Travel you far on, or are you at the furthest? Luc. While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of Ped. Sir, at the furthest for a week or two: my heart.

They retire. But then up further; and as far as Rome; Hor. Quick proceeders, marry! Now, tell me, I And so to Tripoly, if God lend me life. pray,

Tra. What countryman, I pray ? You that durst swear that your mistress Bianca Ped.

Of Mantua. Lor'd none in the world so well as Lucentio.

Tra. Of Mantua, sir?-marry, God forbid ! Tra. O despiteful love! unconstant woman. And come to Padua, careless of your life? kind!

Ped. My life, sir! how, I pray? for that goes I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful.

hard. Hor. Mistake no more: I am not Licio,

Tra, 'T'is death for any one in Mantua Nor a musician, as I seem to be ;

To come to Padua; Know you not the cause ? But one that seorn to live in this disguise,

| Your ships are staid at Venice; and the duke For such a one as leaves a gentleman,

(For private quarrel 'twixt your duke and him,) And makes a god of such a cullion :

Hath publish'd and proclaim'd it openly: Knuw, sir, that I am callid-Hortensio.

'Tis marvel; but that you're but newly come, Tra. Signior Hortensio, I have often heard You might have heard it else proclaim'd about. Of your entire affection to Bianca ;

Ped. Alas, sir, it is worse for me than 80;
And since mine eyes are witness of her lightness, For I have bills for money by exchange
I will with you, if you be so contented,

From Florence, and must here deliver them. Forswear Bianca, and her love for ever.

Tra. Well, sir, to do you courtesy,
Hor. See, how they kiss and court! - Signior This will I do, and this will I advise you:

First, tell me, have you ever been at Pisa ?
Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow-

Ped. Ay, sir, in Pisa have I often been : ever to woo her more; but do forswear her, l'isa, renowned for grave citizens. As one unworthy all the former favours

Tra. Among them, know you one Vincentio ? That I have fondly flatter'd her withal.

Ped. I know him not, but I have heard of him: Tra. And here I take the like unfeigned oath, A merchant of incomparable wealth. Ne'er to marry with her though she would entreat: Tra. He is my father, sir; and, sooth to say, Fye on her ! see, how beastly she doth court hiin. In countenance somewhat doth resemble you. Hor. 'Would, all the world, but he, had quite Bion. As much as an apple doth an oyster, and forsworn! all one.

Aside. For me,--that I may surely keep mine oath,

Tra. To save your life in this extremity, I will be married to a wealthy widow

This favour will I do you for his sake; Ere three days pass; which hath as long lor'd me, And think it not the worst of all your fortunes,

That you are like to sir Vincentio.

1 Hor. Signior Petruchio, fye! you are to blame ! His name and credit shall you undertake,

Come, mistress Kate, I'll bear you company. And in my house you shall be friendly lodg'd ; Pet. Eat it up all, Hortensio, if thou lor'st me. Look, that you take upon you as you should ;

(Aside. You understand me, sir ;-So shall you stay

Much good do it unto thy gentle heart!
Till you have done your business in the city : Kate, eat apace:And now my honey love,
If this be courtesy, sir, accept of it.

Will we return unto thy father's house;
Ped. 0, sir, I do; and will repute you ever And revel it as bravely as the best,
The patron of my life and liberty.

With silken coats, and caps, and golden rings, Tra. Then go with me, to make the matter With ruffs, and cuffs, and farthingales, and things; good.

With scarfs, and fans, and double change of bravery, This, by the way, I let you understand ;

With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knavery. My father is here look'd for every day,

What, bast thou din'd? The tailor stays thy leisure, To pass assurance of a dower in marriage

To deck thy body with his ruffling treasure.
Twixt me and one Baptista's daughter here :
In all these circunstances I'll instruct you:

Enter Tailor.
Go with me, sir, to clothe you as becomes you. Come, tailor, let us see these ornaments;


Enter Haberdasher. SCENE III.-A Room in Petruchio's House.

Lay forth the gown. What news with you, sir ? Enter Katharina and Grumio.

1 Hab. Here is the cap your worship did bespeak.

1 Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer; Gru. No, no; forsooth, I dare not, for my life. A velvet dish ;-fye, fye! 'tis lewd and filthy; Kath. The more my wrong, the more his spite Why, 'tis a cockle, or a walnutshell, appears :

A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap; What, did he marry me to famish me?

Away with it, come, let me have a bigger. Beggars, that come unto my father's door,

Kath. I'll have no bigger ; this doth fit the time, Upon entreaty, have a present alms;

And gentlewomen wear such caps as these. If not, elsewhere they meet with charity :

Pet. When you are gentle, you shall have one But I, who never knew how to entreat,

And not till then.

(too, Am starv'd for meat, giddy for lack of sleep;


That will not be in haste. Aside. With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fed :| Kath. Why, sir, I trust, I may have leave to And that which spites me more than all these

speak; wants,

And speak I will; I am no child, no babe : He does it under name of perfect love;

Your betters have endur'd me say my mind; As who should say,--if I should sleep, or eat,

And, if you cannot, best you stop your ears. "Twere deadly sickness, or else present death.-- My tongue will tell the anger of my heart; I pr'ythee, go, and get me some repast;

Or else my heart, concealing it, will break; I care not what, so it be wholesome food.

And, rather than it shall, I will be free Gru. What say you to a neat's foot ?

Even to the uttermost, as I please, in words. Kath. 'Tis passing good; I pr'ythee let me Pet. Why, thou say'st true; it is a paltry cap, have it.

A custard-coffin, a bauble, a silken pie: Gru. I fear, it is too cholerick a meat:

| I love thee well, in that thou lik'st it not. How say you to a fat tripe, finely broil'd ?

Kath, Love me, or love me not, I like the cap; Kath. I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me. And it I will have, or I will have none. Gru. I cannot tell; I fear, 'tis cholerick.

Pet. Thy gown? why, ay ;-Come, tailor, let us What say you to a piece of beef, and mustard ?

see't. Kath. A dish that I do love to feed upon.

o mercy, God! what masking stuff is here? Gru. Ay, but the mustard is too hot a little.

What's this ? a sleeve? 'tis like a demi-cannon : Kath. Why, then the beef, and let the mustard What ! up and down, carv'd like an apple.tart? rest.

Here's snip, and nip, and cut, and slish, and slash, Gru. Nay, then I will not; you shall have the Like to a censer in a barber's shop: mustard,

Why, what, o'devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this? Or else you get no beef of Grumio.

Hor. I see, she's like to have neither cap nor Kath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt.


Aside. Gru. Why, then the mustard without the beef. Tai. You bid me make it orderly and well, Kath. Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding | According to the fashion, and the time. slave,

[Beats him. Pet. Marry, and did; but if you be remember'd, That feed'st me with the very name of meat: I did not bid you mar it to the time. Sorrow on thee, and all the pack of you,

Go, hop me over every kennel home, That triumph thus upon my misery!

For you shall hop without my custom, sir : Go, get thee gone, I say.

11°1 none of it; hence, make your best of it. Enter Petruchio, with a dish of meat; and

Kath. I never saw a better fashion'd gown, Hortensio.

More quaint, more pleasing, nor more commend.

able : Pet. How fares my Kate? What, sweeting, all Belike, you mean to make a puppet of me. amort?

Pet. Why, true; he means to make a puppet of Hor. Mistress, what cheer ?

thee. Kath.

'Faith, as cold as can be. Tai. She says, your worship means to make a Pet. Pluck up thy spirits, look cheerfully upon puppet of her. me.

Pet. O monstrous arrogance! Thou liest, thou Here, love; thou see'st how diligent I am,

thread, To dress thy meat myself, and bring it thee: Thou thimble,

(Sets the dish on a table. Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail, I am sure, sweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks. Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter cricket thou :What, not a word ? Nay then, thou lov'st it not; Bray'd in mine own house with a skein of thread ! And all my pains is sorted to no proof :

Away, thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant ; Here, take away this dish.

Or I shall so be-mete thee with thy yard, Kath.

"Pray you, let it stand. As thou shalt think on prating whilst thou liv'st! Pet. The poorest service is repaid with thanks; I tell thee, I, that thou hast marr'd her gown. And so shall mine, before you touch the meat. Tai. Your worship is deceived ; the gown is Kath. I thank you, sir.


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