Hiding his bitter jests in blunt behaviour: He'll woo a thousand, 'point the day of marriage, As if they saw some wondrous monument, Tra. Patience, good Katharine, and Baptista too; And wherefore gaze this goodly company; [Exit, weeping, followed by Bianca, and others. 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? Bap. When will he be here ? Bion. When he stands where I am, and sees you there. Bap. Why, sir, you know, this is your wedding- First were we sad, fearing you would not come; Tru. And tell us, what occasion of import Pet. Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear : Go to my chamber, put on clothes of mine. To me she's married, not unto my clothes: 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 windgalls, 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 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 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 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. [Exeunt Petruchio, Grumio, and Biondello. Tra. He hath some meaning in his mad attire: We will persuade him, be it possible, To put on better ere he go to church. Bap. I'll after him, and see the event of this. [Exit. It skills not much; we'll fit him to our turn,— Luc. Were it not that my fellow schoolmaster Tra. 'Tis some odd humour pricks him to this And watch our vantage in this business: Yet oftentimes he goes but mean apparell 'd. Bap. I am glad he is come, howsoe'er he comes. Bap. Didst thou not say, he comes? Bap. Ay, that Petruchio came. Bion. No, sir; I say, his horse comes with him on his back. Bap. Why, that's all one. Bion. Nay, by saint Jamy, I hold you a penny, A horse and a man is more than one, and yet not many. Enter Petruchio and Grumio. Pet. Come, where be these gallants? who is at home ? Bap. You are welcome, sir. We'll over-reach the greybeard, Gremio, Signior Gremio! came you from the church? Gre. A bridegroom, say you? 'tis a groom, in- A grumbling groom, and that the girl shall find. Should ask-if Katharine should be his wife, Tra. What said the wenoh, when he arose again? Gre. Trembled and shook; for why, he stamp'd, As if the vicar meant to cozen him. [and swore, But after many ceremonies done, He calls for wine :-A health, quoth he; as if But that his beard grew thin and hungerly, [Musick. I'll bring my action on the proudest he [Exeunt Petruchio, Katharina, and Grumio. Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones. Gre. Went they not quickly, I should die with laughing. Tra. Of all mad matches, never was the like! Luc. Mistress, what's your opinion of your sister? Bian. That, being mad herself, she's madly mated. Gre. I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated. Bap. Neighbours and friends, though bride and bridegroom 'wants For to supply the places at the table, You know there wants no junkets at the feast ;Lucentio, you shall supply the bridegroom's place; And let Bianca take her sister's room. Tra. Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it? Bap. She shall, Lucentio.-Come, gentlemen, let's go. [Exeunt. ACT IV. Enter Grumio. 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: And have prepar'd great store of wedding cheer; But so it is, my haste doth call me hence, And therefore here I mean to take my leave. Bap. Is't possible, you will away to-night? Pet. I must away to-day, before night come :Make it no wonder; if you knew my business, You would entreat me rather go than stay. And, honest company, I thank you all, That have beheld me give away myself To this most patient, sweet, and virtuous wife : Dine with my father, drink a health to me; For I must hence, and farewell to you all. Tra. Let us entreat you stay till after dinner. Pet. It may not be. Gre. Pet. It cannot be. Kath. Pet. I am content. Let me entreat you. Let me entreat you. Kath. Are you content to stay? 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 eaten the horses. Kath. Nay, then, Do what thou canst, I will not go to-day; Pet. O Kate, content thee; pr'ythee be not angry. Kath. I will be angry; What hast thou to do?Father, be quiet he shall stay my leisure. Gre. Ay, marry, sir: now it begins to work. [mand Pet. They shall go forward, Kate, at thy comObey the bride, you that attend on her : Go to the feast, revel and domineer. Carouse full measure to her maidenhead, Be mad and merry, or go hang yourselves; But for my bonny Kate, she must with me. Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret ; I will be master of what is mine own: She is my goods, my chattels; she is my house, My household-stuff, my field, my barn, My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing; And here she stands, touch her whoever dare. Gru. Fye, fye, on all tired jades! on all mad masters! and all foul ways! Was ever man so beaten? was ever man so rayed? was ever man so weary? I am sent before to make a fire, and they are coming after to warm them. Now, were not I a little pot, and soon hot, my very lips might freeze to my teeth, my tongue to the roof of my mouth, my heart in my belly, ere I should come by a fire to thaw me:-But, I, with blowing the fire, shall warm myself; for, considering the weather, a taller man than I will take cold. Holla, hoa! Curtis ! Enter Curtis. Curt. Who is that, calls so coldly? Gru. A piece of ice: If thou doubt it, thou may'st slide from my shoulder to my heel, with no greater a run but my head and my neck. A fire, good Curtis. Curt. Is my master and his wife coming, Grumio ? Gru. O, ay, Curtis, ay: and therefore fire, fire; cast on no water. Curt. Is she so hot a shrew as she's reported? Gru. She was, good Curtis, before this frost : but, thou know'st, winter tames man, woman, and beast; for it hath tamed my old master, 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 I, at the least. But wilt thou make a fire, or shall I complain on thee to our mistress, whose hand (she being now at hand,) thou shalt soon feel, to thy cold comfort, for being slow in thy hot office? Curt. I pr'ythee, good Grumio, tell me, How goes the world? Gru. A cold world, Curtis, in every office but thine; and, therefore, fire: Do thy duty, and have thy duty; for my master and mistress 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 thou wilt. Curt. Come, you are so full of conycatching :Gru. Why, therefore, fire; for I have caught extreme cold. Where's the cook? is supper ready, the house trimmed, rushes strewed, cobwebs swept; the serving-men in their new fustian, their white stockings, and every officer his wedding-garment on? Be the jacks fair within, the jills fair without, the carpets laid, and every thing in order? Curt. All ready; And, therefore, I pray thee, news? Gru. First, know, my horse is tired; my master and mistress fallen out. Curt. How? Pet. You peasant swain! you whoreson malthorse drudge! Did I not bid thee meet me in the park, Gru. Out of their saddles into the dirt; And And Gabriel's pumps were all unpink'd i'the heel; thereby hangs a tale. Curt. Let's ha't, good Grumio. Gru. Lend thine ear. Curt. Here. Gru. There. [Striking him. Curt. This is to feel a tale, not to hear a tale. Gru. And therefore 'tis called, a sensible tale: and this cuff was but to knock at your ear, and be. seech listening. Now I begin: Imprimis, we came down a foul hill, my master riding behind my mis tress : Curt. Both on one horse ? Gru. Tell thou the tale:But hadst thou not crossed me, thou should'st have heard how her horse fell, and she under her horse; thou should'st have heard, in how miry a place: how she was bemoiled; how he left her with the horse upon her; how he beat me because her horse stumbled; how she waded through the dirt to pluck him off me; how he swore; how she prayed-that never pray'd before; how I cried; how the horses ran away; how her bridle was burst; how I lost my crupper; with many things of worthy memory; which now shall die in oblivion, and thou return unexperienced to thy grave. Curt. By this reckoning, he is more shrew than she. Gru. Ay; and that, thou and the proudest of you all shall find, when he comes home. But what talk I of this ?-call forth Nathaniel, Joseph, Nicholas, Philip, Walter, Sugarsop, and the rest; let their heads be sleekly combed, their blue coats: brushed, and their garters of an indifferent knit: let them curtsey with their left legs; and not presume to touch a hair of my master's horse-tail, till they kiss their hands. Are they all ready? Curt. They are. Gru. Call them forth. There was no link to colour Peter's hat, And Walter's dagger was not come from sheathing: The rest were ragged, old, and beggarly; come. Where are my slippers?-Shall I have some water? [A bason is presented to him. and welcome heartily:-[Servant lets the ewer fall. 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. What is this? mutton? Curt. Do you hear, ho? you must meet my Will you give thanks, sweet Kate; or else shall I ?-master, to countenance my mistress. Gru. Why, she hath a face of her own. Gru. Thou, it seems; that callest for company to countenance her. Curt. I call them forth to credit her. Pet. 'Tis burnt; and so is all the meat: Gru. Why, she comes to borrow nothing of them. How durst you, villains, bring it from the dresser, Enter several Servants. Nath. Welcome home, Grumio. Phil. How now, Grumio ? Jos. What, Grumio! Nath. How now, old lad? 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! hear my master. Enter Petruchio and Katharina. -I Pet. Where be these knaves? What, no man at door, To hold my stirrup, nor to take my horse! All Serv. Here, here, sír; here, sir. Pet. Here, sir! here, sir! here, sir! here, sir! You logger-headed and unpolish'd grooms! What, no attendance? no regard? no duty ?Where is the foolish knave I sent before? Gru. Here, sir; as foolish as I was before. And serve it thus to me that love it not? And I expressly am forbid to touch it, like? Peter. He kills her in her own humour. Re-enter Curtis. Gru. Where is he? Curt. In her chamber, And rails, and swears, and rates; that she, poor soul, Pet. Thus have I politickly begun my reign, My falcon now is sharp, and passing empty : SCENE II.-Padua. Before Baptista's House. Tra. Is't possible, friend Licio, that Bianca Hor. Sir, to satisfy you in what I have said, Luc. Now, mistress, profit you in what you read ? Luc. I read that I profess, the art to love. art! Luc. While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of pray, You that durst swear that your mistress Bianca Tra. Mistress Bianca, bless you with such grace Nay, I have ta'en you napping, gentle love; Bian. Tranio, you jest; But have you both for- Tra. Mistress, we have. Tra. What is he, Biondello? [Exeunt Lucentio and Bianca. Enter a Pedant. Ped. God save you, sir! Ped. Of Mantua. Tra. Of Mantua, sir ?-marry, God forbid! Tra. O despiteful love! unconstant woman-And kind! I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful. Hor. Mistake no more: I am not Licio, But one that seorn to live in this disguise, Tra. Signior Hortensio, I have often heard And since mine eyes are witness of her lightness, Hor. See, how they kiss and court!--Signior Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow- Tra. And here I take the like unfeigned oath, For me, that I may surely keep mine oath, hard. Tra. 'Tis death for any one in Mantua Tra. Among them, know you one Vincentio ? A merchant of incomparable wealth. Tra. He is my father, sir; and, sooth to say, Tra. To save your life in this extremity, Ere three days pass; which hath as long lov'd me, And think it not the worst of all your fortunes, That you are like to sir Vincentio. Ped. O, sir, I do; and will repute you ever Tra. Then go with me, to make the matter This, by the way, I let you understand;- [Exeunt. SCENE III-A Room in Petruchio's House. Enter Katharina and Grumio. Gru. No, no; forsooth, I dare not, for my life. appears: What, did he marry me to famish me? If not, elsewhere they meet with charity: wants, He does it under name of perfect love; have it. Gru. I fear, it is too cholerick a meat:- rest. Gru. Nay, then I will not; you shall have the mustard, Or else you get no beef of Grumio. Kath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt. Enter Petruchio, with a dish of meat; and Hortensio. Hor. Signior Petruchio, fye! you are to blame! Much good do it unto thy gentle heart! With silken coats, and caps, and golden rings, Enter Tailor. Come, tailor, let us see these ornaments; Lay forth the gown.-What news with you, sir? A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap; Kath. I'll have no bigger; this doth fit the time, speak; And speak I will; I am no child, no babe: Pet. Thy gown? why, ay ;-Come, tailor, let us see't. O mercy, God! what masking stuff is here? Why, what, o'devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this? Tai. You bid me make it orderly and well, Pet. Marry, and did; but if you be remember'd, Pet. How fares my Kate? What, sweeting, all Belike, you mean to make a puppet of me. Hor. Mistress, what cheer ? Kath. 'Faith, as cold as can be. Pet. Pluck up thy spirits, look cheerfully upon me. Here, love; thou see'st how diligent I am, 'Pray you, let it stand. Pet. Why, true; he means to make a puppet of thee. Tai. She says, your worship means to make a puppet of her. Pet. O monstrous arrogance! Thou liest, thou Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail, made |