Sly. I'll pheese you, in faith.

Host. A pair of stocks, you rogue!

Sly. Y'are a baggage; the Slies are no rogues. Look in the chronicles, we came in with Richard Conquerer. Therefore paucas pallabris; let the world slide: Sessa! *

Host. You will not pay for the glasses you have burst!

Sly. No, not a denier: Go by, says Jeronimo;Go to thy cold bed, and warm thee.

Host. I know my remedy; I must go fetch the third borough.s

Sly. Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll answer him by law: I'll not budge an inch, boy; let him come, and kindly.

[Lies down on the ground, and falls asleep. Wind horns. Enter a Lord from hunting, with Huntsman and Servants.

Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my

hounds;

Brach Merriman,-the poor cur is emboss'd,
And couple Clowder with the deep-mouthed brach.
Saw'st thou not, boy, how Silver made it good
At the hedge corner, in the coldest fault?

I would not lose the dog for twenty pound.

1 Hunt. Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord; He cried upon it at the merest loss, And twice to-day pick'd out the dullest scent: Trust me, I take him for the better dog.

Lord. Thou art a fool; if Echo were as fleet, would esteem him worth a dozen such. But sup them well, and look unto them all; To-morrow I intend to hunt again. 1 Hunt. I will, my lord.

Lord. What's here? one dead, or drunk? See, doth he breathe?

2 Hunt. He breathes, my lord: Were he not warm'd with ale.

This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly.
Lord. O monstrous beast! how like a swine he

lies!

Grm death, how foul and loathsome is thine image!
Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man. -
What think you, if he were convey'd to bed,
Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers,
A most delicious banquet by his bed,

1 Beat or knock. 2 Few words • Be quiet. This line and scrap of Spanish is used in burlesque om an old play called Hieronymo, or the Spanish Tragdy.

TRANIO,
BIONDELLO,
GRUMIO,
CURTIS,

Servants to Lucentio.
} Servants to Petruchio.

PEDANT, an old Fellow, set up to personate Vin centio.

An officerwhose authority equals that of a constable. • Bitch. Strained.

KATHARINA, the Shrew,} Daughters to Baptista.
BIANCA, her sister,
Widow.

Tavlor, Haberdasher, and Servants, attending on
Baptista and Petruchio

And brave attendants near him when he wakes, Would not the beggar then forget himself?

1 Hunt. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose.

2 Hunt. It would seem strange unto him when he wak'd. Lord. Even as a flattering dream, or worthless fancy.

Then take him up, and manage well the jest:-
Carry him gently to my fairest chamber,
And hang it round with all my wanton pictures:
Balm his foul head with warm distilled waters,
And burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet.
Procure me music ready when he wakes,
To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound;
And if he chance to speak, be ready straight,
And, with a low submissive reverence
Say, What is it your honor will command?
Let one attend him with a silver bason,
Full of rose-water, and bestrew'd with flowers;
Another bear the ewer, the third a diaper,
And say,-Will't please your lordship cool your
Some one be ready with a costly suit,
hands?
And ask him what apparel he will wear;
Another tell him of his hounds and horse,
And that his lady mourns at his disease:
Persuade him that he hath been lunatic;
And, when he says he is,-say that he dreams,
This do, and do it kindly, gentle sirs;
For he is nothing but a mighty lord.
It will be pastime passing excellent,
If it be husbanded with modesty.

1 Hunt. My lord, I warrant you, we'll play our part,

As he shall think, by our true diligence,
He is no less than what we say he is.

And so farewell. Katharina, you may stay;
For I have more to commune with Bianca.

Exit.

Kath. Why, and I trust, I may go too; May I not! What, shall I be appointed hours; as though, belike, I knew not what to take, and what to leave? [Exit. Gre. You may go to the devil's dam; your gifts! are so good, here is none will hold you. Our 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 1 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 1, 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 happily rivals in Bianca's love,- to labor 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 her?

Hor. Tush, Gremio; though it pass your patience, and mine to endure her loud alarumis, why, man, there be good fellows in the world, an a man could light on them, would take with her 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 tot afresh.-Sweet Bianca! Happy man be his dole! 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 on.

[Exeunt GREMIO and HORTENSIO. Tra. Advancing.] I pray, sir, tell me,-Is it possible

That love should of a sudden take such hold?
Luc. O Tranio, till I found it to be true,
I never thought it possible, or likely;
But see! while idly I stood looking on,
I found the effect of love in idleness:
And now in plainness do confess to thee,—
That art to me as secret, and as dear,
As Anna to the queen of Carthage was,-
Tranio, I burn, I pine, I perish, Tranio,
If I achieve not this young modest girl:
Counsel me, Tranio, for I know thou canst;
Assist me, Tranio, for I know thou wilt.

Tra. Master, it is no time to chide you now; Affection is not rated from the heart: If love have touched you, nought remains but so,— 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 longlys on the maid, Perhaps you mark'd not what's the pith of all.

Luc. O yes, I saw sweet beauty in her face, Such as the daughter of Agenors had, That made great Jove to humble him to her hand, When with his knees he kiss'd the Cretan strand. Tra. Saw you no more? mark'd you not, how her

sister

And therefore has he closely mew'd her up,
Because she shall not be annoy'd with suitors
Luc. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel father's he!
But art thou not advised, he took some care
To get her cunning masters to instruct her?
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. Luc. Tell me thine first. Tra.

You will be schoolmaster,
And undertake the teaching of the maid:
That's your device.
Luc.
It is: May it be done?
Tra. Not possible; For who shall bear your part,
And be in Padua here Vincentio's son !
Keep house, and ply his book; welcome his friends,
Visit his countrymen, and banquet them?

Luc. Basta ; content thee; for I have it full.
We have not yet been seen in any house;
Nor can we be distinguished by our faces,
For man, or master; then it follows thus;-
Thou shalt be master, Tranio, in my stead,
Keep house and port, and servants as I should:
I will some other be; some Florentine,
Some Neapolitan, or mean man of Pisa.
'Tis hatch'd, and shall be so:-Tranio, at once
Uncase thee; take my color'd hat and cloak:
When Biondello comes, he waits on thee;
But I will charm him first to keep his tongue.

Tra. So had you need. [They exchange habits. In brief then, sir, sith it your pleasure is, And I am tied to be obedient; (For so your father charg'd me at our parting, Be serviceable to my sm, quoth he, Although, I think, 'twas in another sense ;) I am content to be Lucentio, Because so well I love Lucentio.

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 eye. Enter BIONDELLO.

Here comes the rogue. Sirrah, where have you been? Bion. Where have I been? Nay, how now, where are you?

Master, has my fellow Tranio stol'n your clothes!
Or you stol'n his? or both? pray, what's the ne~~4
Luc. Sirrah, come hither; 'tis no time tape.
And therefore frame your manners to the tiro
Your fellow Tranio here, to save my life,
Puts my apparel and my countenance on,
And I for my escape have put on his;
For in a quarrel, since I came ashore,
I kill'd a inan, and fear I was descried:
Wait you on him, I charge you, as becomes,
While I make way from hence to save my life.
You understand me.

Bion. I, sir? ne'er a whit.

Luc. And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth, Tranio is changed into Lucentio

Bion. The better for him: 'Would I were so too! Tra. So would I, faith, boy, to have the next wish after,

That Lucentio indeed had Baptista's younges daughter.

But, sirrah,- not for my sake, but your master's I advise

You use your manners discreetly in all kind of companies.

When I am alone, why, then I am Tranio:
But in all places clse, your master Lucentio.
Luc. Tranio, let's go:-

One thing more rests, that thyself execute;-
To make one among these wooers: If thou ask me
why,-
Sufficeth, my reasons are both good and weighty
[Exeunt.

1 Serv. My lord, you nod: you do not mind the play.

Sly. Yes, by saint Anne, do I. A good matter, surely; Comes there any more of it? Page. My lord 'tis but begun.

Sly. Tis a very excellent piece of work, madam lady: 'Would 't were done!

SCENE II. Before Hortensio's House.
Enter PETRUCHIO and GRUMIO.
Pet. Verona, for a while I take my leavn,
To see my friends in Padua; but, of all,
'Tis enough.
Show, appearance.

Sinos.

My best beloved and approved fiend,
Hortensio; and, I trow, this is his house:-
Here, sirrah Grümmo: knock, I say.
Gru. Knock, sir! whom should I knock? is there
any man has rebused your worship?

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?

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 fray! Con tutto il core bene trovato, may I say. Hor. Alla nostra casa bene venuto, Molto honorato signor mio Petruchu. Rise, Grumio, rise; we will compound this quarrel. 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, rap him soundly, sir: Well, was it fit for a servant to use his master so; being, perhaps, (for aught 1 see,; two-and-thirty, a pip out! Whom would to God, I had well knock'd at first, Then had not Grumio come by the worst.

and

Pel. A senseless villain!-Good Hortensio.

I bade the rascal knock upon your gate
And could not get him for my heart to do it.
Gru. Knock at the gate? -- O heavens!
Spake you not these words plain-Sirrah, knock
ne here,

Rap me well, knock me well, and knock me soundly?

And come you now with-knocking at the gate?
Pet. Sirrah, be gone, or talk not, I advise you.
Hor. Petruchio. patience; I am Grumio's pledge;
Why, this is a heavy chance 'twixt him and you;
Your ancient, trusty, pleasant servant Grumio.
And tell me now, sweet friend,-what happy gale
you to Padua here, from old Verona?
Pet. Such wind as scatters young men through
the world,

Blows

Pet. Signior Hortensio, 'twixt such friends as we, Few words suffice: and therefore, if thou know One rich enough to be Petruchio's wife (As wealth is burthen of my wooing dance,) Be she as foul as was Florentius' love,

As old as Sybil, and as curst and shrewd
As Socrates Xantippe, or a worse,
She moves me not, or not removes at least,
Affection's edge in me; were she as rough
As are the swelling Adriatic seas:

I come to wive it wealthily in Padua ;
If wealthily, then happily in Padua.

Gru. Nay, look you, sir, he tells you flatly what his mind is: Why, give him gold enough 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.

a Alleges. See the story, No. 39, of “A Thousand Notable Things." A small image n the tag of a lace.

I can, Petruchio, help thee to a wife
With wealth enough, and young, and beauteous:
Brought up as best ecomes a gentlewoman:
Her only fault (and that is fault enough)
Is, that she is intolerably curst,

And shrewd, and froward; so beyond all measure.
That, were my state far worser than it is,
I would not wed her for a mine of gold.

Pet. Hortensio, peace; thou know'st not goid's effect:

Tell me her father's name, and 'tis enough;
For I will board her, though she chide as loud
As thunder, when the clouds in autumn crack.
Hor. Her father is Baptista Minola,
An affable and courteous gentleman:
Her name is Katharina Minola,
Renown'd in Padua for her scolding tongue.
Pet. I know her father, though I know not her
And he knew my deceas'd father well:-
I will not sleep, Hortensio, till I see her;
And therefore let me be thus bold with you,
To give you over at this first encounter,
Unless you will accompany me thither.

Gru. I pray you, sir, let him go while the humo 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; and he begin once, he'll rail in his rope-tricks. I'll tell you what, sir, and she stand 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;
For in Baptista's keep my treasure is:
He hath the jewel of my life in hold,
His youngest daughter, beautiful Bianca;
And her withholds from me, and other more
Suitors to her, and rivals in my love:
Supposing it a thing impossible,
(For those defects I have before rehears'd,)
That ever Katharina will be woo'd;
Therefore this orders hath Baptista ta`en :-
That none shall have access unto Bianca,
Till Katharine the curst have got a husband.
Gru. Katharine the curst!

A title for a maid, of all titles the worst.

Hor. Now shall my friend Petruchio do me grace, And offer me disguis'd in sober robes, To old Baptista as a schoolmaster Well seen in music, to instruct Bianca: That so I may by this device, at least, Have leave and leisure to make love to her, And, unsuspected, court her by herself.

Enter GREMIO; with him LUCENTIO, disguised, with books under his arm.

Gru. Here's no knavery! See; to beguile the old folks, how the young folks lay their heads to gether! Master, master, look about you: Who goes there? ha!

Hor. Peace, Grumio, 'tis the rival of my love:Petruchio, stand by a while.

Gru. A proper stripling, and an amorous!
[They retire.
Gre. O, very well; I have perused the note.
All books of love, see that at any hand:
Hark you, sir; I'll have them fairly bound:
And see you read no other lectures to her;
You understand me:- over and beside
Signior Baptista's liberality,

Il mend it with a largess :-Take your papers too,
And let me have them very well perfum'd;
For she is sweeter than perfume itself,

To whom they go. What will you read to her?
Luc. Whate'er I read to her, I'll plead for you,
As for my patron, (stand you so assured,)
As firmly as yourself were still in place;
Than you, unless you were a scholar, sir.
Yea, and (perhaps) with more successful words

Gre. O this learning! what a thing it is!
Gru. O this woodcock! what an ass it is!
P t. Peace, sirrah.

Hor. Grumio, mum!-God save you, signior
Gremio!

Gre. And you're well met, signior Hortensio. Trow you,

Whither I am going ?-To Baptista Minola.

Abusive language.

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