I trust you not; - Hic steterat Priami, take heed he hear us not;-regia, presume not;-celsa senis, despair not.

Hor. Madam, 'tis now in tune.
Luc.

All but the base. Hor. The base is right, 'tis the base knave that jars.

How fiery and forward our pedant is!
Now, for my life, the knave doth court my love:
Pedascule, I'll watch you better yet.

Buan. In time I may believe, yet I mistrust.
Luc. Mistrust it not; for sure, acides
Was Ajax,-call'd so from his grandfather.

Bian. I must believe my master; else I promise you,

I should be arguing still upon that doubt:
But let it rest.-Now, Licio, to you :-
Good masters, take it not unkindly, pray,
That I have been thus pleasant with you both.
Hor. You may go walk, To LUCENTIO.] and
give me leave awhile:

My lessons make no music in three parts.

Luc. Are you so formal, sir? well, I must wait, And watch withal; for, but I be deceiv'd, Our fine musician groweth amorous.

[Aside.

Hor. Madam, before you touch the instrument,

To learn the order of my fingering,

I must begin the rudiments of art;

To teach you gamut in a briefer sort,
More pleasant, pithy, and effectual,

Than hath been taught by any of my trade:
And there it is in writing, fairly drawn.

Bian. Why, I am past my gamut long ago.
Hor. Yet read the gamut of Hortensio.
Bian. [Reads.] Gamut I am, the ground of all
accord,

A re. to plead Hortensio's passion:
B mi. Bianca, take him for thy lord,
C faut, that lores with all affection;
D sol re, one cliff, two notes have I;
E la mi, show pity, or I die.
Call you this-gamut? tut! I like it not:
Old fashions please me best; I am not so nice,
To change true rules for odd inventions.

Enter a Servant.

Serv. Mistress, your father prays you leave your books,

And help to dress your sister's chamber up;
You know. to-morrow is the wedding day.
Bian. Farewell, sweet masters, both; I must be
gone. [Exeunt BIANCA and Servant.
Luc. 'Faith, mistress, then I have no cause to
stay.
[Exit.
Hor. But I have cause to pry into this pedant;
Methinks, he looks as though he were in love:
Yet if thy thoughts, Bianca, be so humble,
To cast thy wand'ring eyes on every stale.
Seize thee, that list: If once I find thee ranging,
Hortensio will be quit with thee by changing.

[Exit.

SCENE II.-Before Baptista's House. Enter BAPTISTA, GREMIO, TRAINIO, KATHARINA, BIANCA, LUCENTIO, and Attendants.

Bap. Signior Lucentio, [To TRANIO.] this is the 'pointed day

That Katharine and Petruchio should be married,
And yet we hear not of our son-in-law:
What will be said? what mockery will it be,
To want the bridegroom, when the priest attends
To speak the ceremonial rites of marriage?
What says Lucentio to this shame of ours!

Kath. No shame but mine: I must, forsooth, be forced

To give my hand, oppos'd against my heart,
Unto a mad-brain rudesby, full of spleen:9
Who woo'd in haste, and means to wed at lei-

sure.

I told you, I, he was a frantic fool,
Hiding his bitter jests in blunt behavior:
And, to be noted for a merry man,
He'll woo a thousand, 'point the day of marriage,
Make friends, invite, yes, and proclaim the banns;
Yet never means to wed where he hath woo'd.
Now must the world point at poor Katharine,
And say.-Lo, there is mad Petruchio's wife,"
If it would please him come and marry her.
• Rait, decoy.

• Pedant.

Tra. Patience, goed Katharine, and Baptista, too Upon my life, Petruchio means but well. Whatever fortune stays him from his word: Though he be blunt, I know him passing wise; Though he be merry, yet withal he's honest Kath. 'Would Katharine had never seen him though!

[Exit, weeping, followed by BIANCA, and others. Bap. Go, girl; I cannot blame thee now to weep; For such an injury would vex a saint, Much more a shrew of thy impatient humor. Enter BIONDELLO.

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?
Bion. Why, no, sir.
Bap. What then?
Bion. He is coming.

Bap. When will he be here ?

Bion. When he stands where I am, and sees you there.

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 nɔ kindred: besides, possessed with the glanders, and like to mose in the chine; troubled with the lampass infected with the fashions.' full of wind-galls, 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 shouldershotten; ne'er-legg'd before, and with a half-check if bit, and a head-stall of sheep's leather; which, being restrained to keep him from stumbling, hath beet often burst, and now repaired with 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 huma of forty fancies prick'd in't for a feather: a monster, a very monster in apparel; and not like a Christiani footboy, or a gentleman's lackey.

Tra. 'Tis some odd humor pricks him to this fashion;

Yet oftentimes he goes but mean apparell'd.
Bap. I am glad he is come, howsoe'er he comes.
Bion. Why, sir, he comes not.

Bap. Didst thou not say, he comes?
Bion. Who that Petruchio came?

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 GRUM10.

Pet. Come, where be these gallants? who is at

home?

Bap. You are welcome, sir.
Pet.

And yet I come not well.
Bap. And yet you halt not.
Tra.

As I wish you were.

Not so well apparell'd

Pet. Were it better I should rush in thus. But where is Kate? where is my lovely brideHow does my father?-Gentles, methinks you frown And wherefore gaze this goodly company; As if they saw some wondrous monument, Some comet, or unusual prodigy?

Bap. Why, sir, you know this is your wedding day:

First were we sad, fearing you would not come; Now sadder, that you come so unprovided

Caprice, inconstancy.

Fye! doff this habit, shame to your estate,
An eye-sore to our solemn festival.

Tru. And tell us, what occasion of import
Hath all so long detained you from your wife,
And sent you lither so unlike yourself?

Pet. Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear:
Suffeth, I am come to keep my word,
Though in some part enforced to digress;
Which, at more leisure, I will so excuse
As you shall well be satisfied withal.

But, where is Kate! I stay too long from her;
The morning wears, 'tis time we were at church.
Tra. see not your bride in these unreverent

robes:

Go to my chamber, put on clothes of mine.
Pet. Not 1, believe me; thus II visit her.

Bap. But thus, I trust, you will not marry her. Pei. Good sooth, even thus; therefore have done with words;

To me she's married, not unto my clothes:
Could I repair what she will wear in me,
As I can change these poor accoutrements,
Twere well for Kate, and better for myself.
But what a fool am I, to chat with you,
When I should bid good-morrow to my bride,
And seal the title with a lovely kiss!

Erunt PETRUCATO, 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.

Tra. But, sir, to her love concerneth us to add Her father's liking: Which to bring to pass, As I before imparted to your worship,

I am to get a man,-whate er he be,

It skills not much; we'll fit him to our turn,-
And he shall be Vincentio of Pisa;
And make assurance, here in Padua,
Of greater sums than I have promised.
Su shall you quietly enjoy your hope,
And marry sweet Bianca with consent.

Luc. Were it not that my fellow-schoolmaster
Doth watch Bianca's steps so narrowly,
Twere good, methinks, to steal our marriage;
Which once perform'd, let all the world say.―no,
I'll keep mine own, despite of all the world.
Tra. That by degrees we mean to look into,
And watch our vantage in this business:
Well over-reach the grey-beard, Grem:0;
The narrow-prying father, Minola;
The quaints musician, amorous Licio;
Al for my master's sake, Lucentio.-
Re-enter GREMIO.

home?

Signior Gremio, came you from the church?
Gre. As willingly as e'er I came from school.
Tra. And is the bride and bridegroom coming
Gre. A bridegroom say you! 'tis a groom, indeed,
A grumbling groom, and that the girl shall find.
Tra. Curster than she? why, 'tis impossible.
Gre. Why, he's a devil, a devil, a very fiend.
Tra. Why, she's a devil, a devil, the devil's dam.
Gre. Tut! she's a lamb, a dove, a fool to him.
I tell you, sir Lucentio: When the priest
Should ask-if Katharine should be his wife,
4. by gogs-wouns, quoth he; and swore so loud,
That, all amazed, the priest let fall the book:
And, as he stooped again to take it up,
The mad-brain'd bridegroom took him such a cuff,
That down fell priest and book, and book and priest;
Now take them up, quoth he, if any list.

Tra. What said the wench, when he arose again? Gre. Trembled and shook; for why, he stamp'd, and swore,

As if the vicar meant to cozen him.

But after many ceremonies done,

He calls for wine :-A health, quoth he; as if
He had been aboard carousing to his mates
After a storm:-Quaff'd off the muscadel,
And threw the sops all in the sexton's face;
Having no other reason,

But that his beard grew thin and hungerly,
And seem'd to ask him sope as he was drinking.
This done, he took the bride about the neck;
⚫ Strange.
It was the custom for the company present to d ink
immediately after the marriage ceremony.

Matters.

[Mun

And kiss'd her lips with such a clamorous smack
That, at the parting, all the church did echo.
I, seeing this, came thence for very shame;
And, after me, I know the route is coming;
Such a mad marriage never was before.
Hark, hark! I hear the minstrels play.
Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, BIANCA, BAP
TISTA, HORTENSIO, GRUMIO, and Train.
Pet. Gentlemen and friends, I thank you f
your pains:

I know, you think to dine with me to-day,
And have prepar❜d great store of wedding cheer
But so it is, my baste doth call me hence,
And therefore here I mean to take my leave.

Bap. Is't possible, you will away to-night?
Pei. I must away to-day, betore 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.

Kath.

Let me entreat you.

Let me entreat you.

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,

mand :

laughing.

• Delicacies.

Enter GRUMIO.

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 I not 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 mayst 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 tool! 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 prythee, 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 trimined, rushes strewed, cobwebs swept: the serving men in their new fustain, 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?

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 th s?-call forth Nathaniel, Joseph, Niceolas, Philip, Walter, Sugarsop, and the rest: let ther 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.

Curt. I call them forth to credit her.
Gru. Why, she comes to borrow nothing of them.
Enter several Servants.
Nath. Welcome hoine, Grumio.
Phil. How now, Grumio?
Jos. What, Grumio!
Nich. Fellow Grumio!
Nuth. How now, old lad?

Gru. Welcome, you; - how now, you; -wha', you; - fellow, you -and thus much for greeti Now, my spruce companions, is all ready and a things neat?

Nath. All things are ready: How near is our master?

Gru. E'en at hand, alighted by this; and there fore be not-Cock's passion, silence!-1 bear my master.

Enter PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA.

Pet. Where be these knaves? What, no man al door,

To hold my stirrup, nor to take my horse!
Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip ?-

All Serv. Here, here, sir; here, sir.
Pet. Here, sir! here, sir! here, sir! here, sır! -
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. Pet. You peasant swain! you whoreson ma horse drudge! Did I not bid thee meet me in the park, And bring along these rascal knaves with thee!

Gru. Nathaniel's coat, sir, was not fully mace, And Gabriel's pumps were all unpink'd i the heck There was no links to color Peter's hat,

Curt. Let's ha't, good Grumio.

mistress—

Curt. Both on one horse?
Gru. What's that to thee?
Curt. Why, a horse.

Gru. Tell thou the tale:But hadst thou not crossed me, thou shouldst have heard how her horse fell, and she under her horse; thou shouldst 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 prayed before; how I cried; how the horses ran away; how her bridle • Striped. 1 Bemired.

There were none fine, but Adam, Ralph, and Gregory;

And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither :[Exit Servant. One, Kate, that you must kiss, and be acquainted with.

Where are my slippers!-Shall I have some water? [A bason is presented to him. Come, Kate, and wash, 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.

Enter BIANCA and LUCENTIO.

Lue. Now, mistress, profit you in what you read? Bian. What, master, read you? first resolve me

that.

Luc. I read that I profess, the art of love. Bian. And may you prove, sir, master of your art!

Luc. While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of my heart. [They retire. Hor. Quick proceeders, marry! Now, tell me, 1 pray, You that durst swear that your mistress Bianca Lov'd none in the world so well as Lucentio.

I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful.
Tra. O despiteful love! unconstant woman-kind;

Hor. Mistake no more: I am not Licio,

1 Sert.

Pet.

1 Serv.

Ay.

Who brought it?

I.

Pet. Tis burnt; and so is all the meat; What dogs are these ?-Where is the rascal cook? How durst you, villains, bring it from the dresser, And serve it thus to me that love it not? There, take it to you, trenchers, cups and all:

Throws the meat, &c. about the stage. You heedless joltheads, and unmanner'd slaves! What, do you grumble? I'll be with you straight. Kath. I pray, you husband, be not so disquiet; The meat was well, if you were so contented. Pet. I tell thee, Kate, twas burnt and dried away; And I expressly am forbid to touch it. For it engenders choler, planteth anger; And better 'twere, that both of us did fast,Since of ourselves, ourselves are choleric,Than feed it with such over-roasted flesh. Be patient; to-morrow it shall be mended, An, for this night, we'll fast for company: Come, I will bring thee to thy bridal chamber. Erunt PETRUCHIO, Katharina, and CURTIS. Nath. Advancing.] Peter, didst ever see the like? Peter. He kills her in her own humor.

Pet. Thus have I politicly begun my reign,
And 'tis my hope to end successfully:

My falcon now is sharp, and passing empty;
Aud till she stoop, she must not be full-gorged,
For then she never looks upon her lure.
Another way have I to man my haggard,

To make her come, and know her keeper's call,
That is, to watch her, as we watch these kites,
That hate, and beat, and will not be obedient.
he eat no meat to-day, nor none shall eat;
Last night she slept not, nor to-night she shall not;
As with the meat, some undeserved fault

I find about the making of the bed;
And here I'll fling the pillow, there the bolster,
Ths way the coveriet, another way the sheets:-
Ay, and amid this hurly, I intend

That all is done in reverend care of her;
And, in conclusion, she shall watch all night:
And, if she chance to nod, I'll rail and brawl,
And with the clamor keep her still awake.
This is the way to kill a wife with kindness;
And thus I'll curb her mad and headstrong humor :
He that knows better how to tame a shrew,
Now let him speak; 'tis charity to shew.

[Exit.

But one that scorn to live in this disguise,
For such a one as leaves a gentleman,
And makes a god of such a cullion:
Know, sir, that I am call'd-Hortensio.

Tra. Signior Hortensio, I have often heard
Of your entire affection to Bianca;
And since my eyes are witness of her lightness,
I will with you,-if you be so contented,―
Forswear Bianca and her love for ever.

Hor. See, how they kiss and court! Signior
Lucentio,

Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow-
Never to woo her more; but to forswear her,
As one unworthy all the former favors
That I have fondly flattered her withal.

Tra. And here I take the like unfeigned oath,— Ne'er to marry with her though she would entreat: Fie on her! see, how beastly she doth court him. Hor. 'Would all the world, but he, had quite forsworn!

For me, that I may surely keep mine oath,
I will be married to a wealthy widow,
Ere three days pass; which hath as long lov'd me,
And so farewell, signor Lucentio.-
As I have lovd this proud disdainful haggard:

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,
Shall win my love-and so I take my leave,
In resolution as I swore before.

Exit HORTENSIO-LUCENTIO and BIANCA

advance.

Tra. Mistress Bianca, bless you with such grace As longeth to a lover's blessed case! Nay, I have ta'en you napping, gentle love And have forsworn you with Hortensio. Bian. Tranio, you jest: But have you both forsworn me?

Tra. Mistress, we have.

Luc.
Then we are rid of Licio.
Tra. I'faith, he'll have a lusty widow now,
That shall be woo'd and wedded in a day.
Bian. God give him joy!

Tra. Ay, and he'll tame her.
Bian.
He says so, Tranio.
Tra. Faith he is gone unto the taming-school.
Bian. The taming-school! what, is there such a
place!

That teacheth tricks eleven and twenty long,-
Tra. Ay, mistress, and Petruchio is the master;
To tame a shrew, and charm her chattering tongue.

Enter BIONDELLO, running.

Bion. O master, master, have watch'd so long
That I'm dog-weary; but at last I spied
An ancient angell coming down the hill,
Will serve the turn.

Tra.
What is he, Biondello?
Bum. Master, a mercatante, or a pedant,
I know not what; but formal in apparel,
In gait and countenance surely like a father.
Luc. And what of him, Tranio!

Tra. If he be credulous, and trust my tale,
I'll make him glad to seem Vincentio;
And give assurance to Baptista Minola,
As if he were the right Vincentio.
Take in your love, and then let me alone.

[Exeunt LUCENTIO and BIANCA
Enter a Pedant.