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And speak I will; I am no child, no babe:
A custard coffin," a bauble, a silken pie:
And it I will have, or I will have none.
Pet. Thy gown? why, ay-Come tailor, let us see't.
O mercy, God! what masking stuff is here? What's this? a sleeve? 'tis like a demi-cannon: What! up and down, carv'd like an apple-tart? Here's snip, and nip, and cut, and slish, and slash,
Like to a censert in a barber's shop:Why, what, o'devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this?
Hor. I see, she's like to have neither cap
nor gown. Tai. You bid me make it orderly and well, According to the fashion, and the time.
Pet. Marry, and did; but if you be remember'd,
I did not bid you mar it to the time.
Belike, you mean to make a puppet of me.
Tai. She says, your worship means to make a puppet of her.
Pet. O monstrous arrogance! Thou liest, thou thread,
Away thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant;
I tell thee, I, that thou hast marr'd her gown. Tai. Your worship is deceiv'd; the gown is made
Just as my master had direction:
Gru. Marry, Sir, with needle and thread.
Gru. Face not me: thou hast braved many men; brave not me; I will neither be faced nor braved. I say unto thee,-I bid thy master cut out the gown; but I did not bid him cut it to pieces: ergo, thou liest.
Tai. Why, here is the note of the fashion to testify.
* A coffin was the culinary term for raised crust.
Turned up many garments with facings.
Pet. Read it. Gru. The note lies in his throat, if he say I said so.
Tai. Imprimis, a loose-bodied gown :
Gru. Master, if ever I said loose-bodied gown, sew me in the skirts of it, and beat me to death with a bottom of brown thread: I said, a gown. Pet. Proceed.
Tai. With a small compassed cape ;*
Gru. Error i'the bill, Sir; error i'the bill. I commanded the sleeves should be cut out, and sewed up again; and that I'll prove upon thee, though thy little finger be armed in a thimble.
Tai. This is true, that I say; an I had thee in place where thou should'st know it.
Gru. I am for thee straight: take thou the bill, and give me thy mete-yard, and spare not me.
Hor. God-a-mercy, Grumio! then he shall have no odds.
Pet. Well, Sir, in brief, the gown is not for
Even in these honest mean habiliments;
So honour peereth; in the meanest habit.
Let's see; I think, 'tis now some seven o'clock,
Kath. I dare assure you, Sir, 'tis almost two; And 'twill be supper time, ere you come there. Pet. It shall be seven, ere I go to horse: Look, what I speak, or do, or think to do, You are still crossing it.-Sirs, let't alone: I will not go to-day; and ere I do, It shall be what o'clock I say it is.
* A round cape. Measuring yard. Appeareth.
Hor. Why, so! this gallant will command [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-Padua.-Before BAPTISTA'S house.
Enter TRANIO, and the PEDANT dressed like VINCENTIO.
Tra. Sir, this is the house; Please it you, that I call?
Ped. Ay, what else? and, but I be deceived, Signior Baptista may remember me. Near twenty years ago, in Genoa, where We were lodgers at the Pegasus.
Tra. 'Tis well;
And hold your own, in any case, with such Austerity as 'longeth to a father.
Ped. I warrant you: But, Sir, here comes your boy;
Twere good he were school'd.
Tra. Fear you not him. Sirrah, Biondello, Now do your duty throughly, I advise you; Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio.
Bion. Tut! fear not me.
Tra. But hast thou done thy errand to Baptista ?
Bion. I told him, that your father was at Venice;
And that you look'd for him this day in Padua. Tra. Thou'rt a tall* fellow; hold thee that to drink.
Here comes Baptista :-set your countenance,
This is the gentleman I told you of;
Ped. Soft, son !—
Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants!
Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you,
There doth my father lie; and there, this night,
And bid Bianca make her ready straight;
Tra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee
Signior Baptista, shall I lead the way?
[Exeunt TRANIO, PEDANT, and BAPTISTA. Bion. Cambio.
Luc. What say'st thou, Biondello? Bion. You saw my master wink and laugh upon you?
Luc. Biondello, what of that?
Bion. 'Faith nothing; but he has left me here behind, to expound the meaning or moralt of his signs and tokens.
Luc. I pray thee, moralize them.
Bion. Then thus. Baptista is safe, talking with the deceiving father of a deceitful son. Luc. And what of him?
Bion. His daughter is to be brought by you to the supper.
Luc. And then?
Bion. The old priest at St. Luke's church is at your command at all hours.
Luc. And what of all this?
Bion. I cannot tell; except they are busied about a counterfeit assurance: Take you assurance of her, cum privilegio ad imprimendum solùm: to the church;-take the priest, clerk, and some sufficient honest witnesses: If this be not that you look for, I have no more
But, bid Bianca farewell for ever and a day. [Going.
Luc. Hear'st thou, Biondello?
Bion. I cannot tarry: I knew a wench married in an afternoon as she went to the garden for parsley to stuff a rabbit; and so may you, Sir; and so adieu, Sir. My master hath appointed me to go to Saint Luke's, to bid the priest be ready to come against you come with your appendix. [Exit.
Luc. I may, and will, if she be so contented: She will be pleas'd, then wherefore should I doubt?
Hap what may, I'll roundly go about her; It shall go hard, if Cambio go without her. [Exit.
SCENE V.-A public Road. Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, and HOR
Pet. Come on, o'God's name; once more toward our father's. [moon!
Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the
+ Secret purpose.
Kath. The moon! the sun; it is not moonlight now.
Pet. I say, it is the moon that shines so bright.
Kath. I know, it is the sun that shines so bright.
Pet. Now, by my mother's son, and that's myself,
It shall be moon, or star, or what I list,
Hor. Say as he says, or we shall never go. Kath. Forward, I pray, since we have come so far,
And be it moon, or sun, or what you please:
Kath. I know it is.
Pet. Nay, then you lie; it is the blessed sun. Kath. Then, God be bless'd, it is the blessed
But sun it is not, when you say it is not,
Hor. Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is
Pet. Well, forward, forward: thus the bowl should run,
And not unluckily against the bias.-
Enter VINCENTIO, in a travelling dress. Good-morrow, gentle mistress: Where away?[To VINCENTIO. Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too, Hast thou beheld a fresher gentlewoman? Such war of white and red within her cheeks! What stars do spangle heaven with such beauty, As those two eyes become that heavenly face? Fair lovely maid, once more good day to thee:tweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's sake. Hor. 'A will make the man mad, to make a woman of him.
Kath. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh,
Whither away; or where is thy abode?
Pet. Why, how now, Kate! I hope thou art
This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither'd; And not a maiden, as thou say'st he is.
Kath. Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes, That have been so bedazzled with the sun, That every thing I look on seemeth green: Now I perceive, thou art a reverend father; Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad mistaking. Pet. Do, good old grandsire; and, withal, make known
Which way thou travellest: if along with us, We shall be joyful of thy company.
Vin. Fair Sir,-and you my merry mistress, That with your strange encounter much amaz'd
I may entitle thee-my loving father;
Enter on one side BIONDELLO, LUCENTIO, and BIANCA; GREMIO walking on the other side. Bion. Softly and swiftly, Sir; for the priest is ready.
Luc. I fly, Biondello: but they may chance to need thee at home, therefore leave us.
Bion. Nay, faith, I'll see the church o' your back; and then come back to my master as soon as I can. [Exeunt LUCENTIO, BIANCA, and BIONDELLO. Gre. I marvel Cambio comes not all this while.
Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, VINCENTIO, and Attendants.
Pet. Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's house, [place; My father's bears more toward the marketThither must I, and here I leave you, Sir.
Vin. You shall not choose but drink before
I think, I shall command your welcome here, And, by all likelihood, some cheer is toward. [Knocks. Gre. They're busy within, you were best knock louder.
Enter PEDANT above, at a window. Ped. What's he, that knocks as he would beat down the gate?
Vin. Is signior Lucentio within, Sir? Ped. He's within, Sir, but not to be spoken withal.
Vin. What if a man bring him a hundred pound or two, to make merry withal?
Ped. Keep your hundred pounds to yourself; he shall need none, so long as I live.
Pet. Nay, I told you, your son was beloved in Padua.-Do you hear, Sir?-to leave frivolous circumstances,-I pray you, tell signior Lucentio, that his father is come from Pisa, and is here at the door to speak with him.
Ped. Thou liest; his father is come from Pisa, and here looking out at the window. Vin. Art thou his father?
Ped. Ay, Sir; so his mother says, if I may believe her.
Pet. Why, how now, gentleman! [To VINCEN.] why, this is flat knavery, to take upon you another man's name.
Ped. Lay hands on the villain; I believe 'a means to cozen somebody in this city under my countenance.
Bion. I have seen them in the church together; God send 'em good shipping!-But who is here ?. mine old master, Vincentio? now we are undone, and brought to nothing. Vin. Come hither, crack-hemp.
[Seeing BIONDello. Bion. I hope, I may choose, Sir. Vin. Come hither, you rogue; What, have you forgot me?
Bion. Forgot you? no, Sir: I could not forget you, for I never saw you before in all my life.
Vin. What, you notorious villain, didst thou never see thy master's father, Vincentio?
Bion. What, my old, worshipful old master? yes, marry, Sir; see where he looks out of the window.
be coney-catched in this business; I dare swear, this is the right Vincentio. Ped. Swear, if thou darest. Gre. Nay, I dare not swear it.
Tra. Then thou wert best say, that I am not Lucentio.
Gre. Yes, I know thee to be signior Lucen
Bap. Away with the dotard; to the jail with him.
Vin. Thus strangers may be haled and abus'd:-O monstrous villain!
Re-enter BIONDELLO, with LUCENTIO, and
Bion. O, we are spoiled, and-Yonder he is; deny him, forswear him, or else we are all undone. [Kneeling.
Luc. Pardon, sweet father. Vin. Lives my sweetest son? [BIONDELLO, TRANIO, and PEDANT run out. Bian. Pardon, dear father. Bap. How hast thou offended?— Where is Lucentio?
Luc. Here's Lucentio, Right son unto the right Vincentio; That have by marriage made thy daughter While counterfeit supposes blear'd thine eyne.t Gre. Here's packing, with a witness, to de[Exit.ceive us all!
Vin. Is't so, indeed? [Beats BIONDELLO. Bion. Help, help, help! here's a madman will murder me.
Ped. Help, son! help, signior Baptista! [Exit from the window. Pet. Pr'ythee, Kate, let's stand aside, and see the end of this controversy. [They retire. Re-enter PEDANT below; BAPTISTA, TRANIO, and SERVANTS.
Tra. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my
Vin. What am I, Sir? nay, what are you, Sir?-O immortal gods! O fine villain! A silken doublet! a velvet hose! a scarlet cloak! and a copatain hat!*-O, I am undone! I am undone! while I play the good husband at home, my son and my servant spend all at the university.
Tru. How now! what's the matter? Bap. What, is the man lunatic? Tra. Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman by your habit, but your words show you a madman: Why, Sir, what concerns it you, if I wear pearl and gold? I thank my good father, I am able to maintain it.
Vin. Thy father? O, villain! he is a sailmaker in Bergamo.
Bup. You mistake, Sir; you mistake, Sir: Pray, what do you think is his name?
Vin. His name? as if I knew not his name: I have brought him up ever since he was three years old, and his name is-Tranio.
Ped. Away, away, mad ass! his name is Lucentio; and he is mine only son, and heir to the lands of me, signior Vincentio.
Vin. Lucentío! O, he hath murdered his master!-Lay hold on him, I charge you, in the duke's name:-0, my son, my son!-tell me, thou villain, where is my son Lucentio ?
Tra. Call forth an officer: [Enter one with an Officer.] carry this mad knave to the jail :-Father Baptista, I charge you see, that he be forthcoming.
Vin. Carry me to the jail!
Gre. Stay, officer; he shall not go to prison. Bap. Talk not, signior Gremio; I say, he shall go to prison.
Gre. Take heed, signior Baptista, lest you
Vin. Where is that damned villain, Tranio,
Made me exchange my state with Tranio,
Bap. But do you hear, Sir? [To LUCENTIO.] Have you married my daughter without asking my good-will?
Vin. Fear not, Baptista; we will content you, go to: But I will in, to be revenged for this villany. [Exit.
Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this kna
[Exit. Luc. Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not frown. [Exeunt Luc. and BIAN. Gre. My cake is dough: But I'll in among the rest;
Out of hope of all,-but my share of the feast. [Exit.
PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA advance. Kath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end of this ado.
Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will.
Pet. Why, then let's home again :-Come, sirrah, let's away.
Kath. Nay, I will give thee a kiss: now pray thee, love, stay.
Pet. Is not this well?-Come, my sweet Kate;
Better once than never, for never too late.
Luc. At last, though long, our jarring notes agree:
And time it is, when raging war is done,
Brother Petruchio,-sister Katharina,—
For now we sit to chat, as well as eat.
Pet. Padua affords nothing but what is kind. Hor. For both our sakes, I would that word
Pet. Now, for my life, Hortensio fearst his
Wid. Then never trust me if I be afeard. Pet. You are sensible, and yet you miss my I mean, Hortensio is afeard of you. [sense; Wid. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns round.
Pet. Roundly replied.
Kath. Mistress, how mean you that?
Pet. Conceives by me!-How likes Hortensio that?
Hor. My widow says, thus she conceives her tale.
Pet. Very well mended: Kiss him for that, good widow.
Kath. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns round:
I pray you, tell me what you meant by that. Wid. Your husband, being troubled with a shrew,
Measures my husband's sorrow by his woe:
Kath. And I am mean, indeed, respecting
Pet. Nay, that you shall not; since you have Have at you for a bitter jest or two. [begun, Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush,
And then pursue me as you draw your bow:You are welcome all.
[Exeunt BIANCA, KATHARINA, and WIDOW. Pet. She hath prevented me.-Here, signior, Tranio,
This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not; Therefore, a health to all that shot and miss'd. Tra. O, Sir, Lucentio slipp'd me like his
Which runs himself, and catches for his master. Pet. A good swift* simile, but something