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And, if you will, tell what hath happened:

Kath. Then, God be blessed, it is the blessed Lucentio's father is arrived in Padua,

But sun it is not, when you say it is not; And how she's like to be Lucentio 's wife.

And the moon changes, even as your mind Luc. I pray the gods she may, with all my heart! What you will have it named, even that it is Tra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone. And so it shall be so, for Katharne. Signior Baptista, shall I lead the way ?

Hor. Petruchio, go thy ways; the feid Welcome! one mess is like to be your cheer :

Pet. Well, forward, forward : thus the Come, sir; we'll better it in Pisa.

should run, Вар.

I follow you.

And not unluckily against the bias[Exeunt Tranio, Pedant, and Baptista. But soft; what company is coming here! Bion. Cambio, c. What say'st thou, Biondello?

Enter VINCENTIO, in a travelling to Bion. You saw my master wink and laugh upon Good morrow, gentle mistress: Where away! you ?

ITO VINO L'c. Biondello, what of that?

Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too, Bion. 'Faith nothing ; but he has left me here Hast thou beheld a fresher gentlewoman? behind, to expound the meaning or moral of his such war of white and red within her cheekst signs and tokens.

What stars do spangle heaven with sueb in Luc. I pray thee, moralize them.

As those two eyes become that heavenly 6*** Bion. Then thus. Baptista is safe, talking with Fair lovely maid, once more good day to thee. the deceiving father of a deceitful son.

Sweet Kaie, embrace her for her beauty's siin L'ic. And what of him ?

Hor. 'A will make the man mad, to su Bion. His daughter is to be brought by you to woman of him. the supper.

Kath. Young budding virgin, fair, and frest Luc. And then ?

sweet, Bion. The old priest at Saint Luke's church is at Whither away; or where is thy abode ? your command ai all hours.

Happy the parents of so fair a child ; Luc. And what of all this?

Happier the man, whom favorable stars Bion. I cannot tell; except they are busied about Allot thee for his lovely bed-fellow ! a counterfeit assurance: Take you assurance of her, Pet. Why, how now, Kate! I hope thou at cum privilegio ad imprimendum solum : to the

mad: church ;-take the priest, clerk, and some sutficient This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, witherd; honest witnesses :

And not a inaiden, as thou say'st he is. If this be not what you look for, I have no more to Kath. Pardon, old father, my mistaking even say,

That have been so bedazzled with the sun, But, bid Bianca farewell for ever and a day: That every thing I look on seemeth green:

Going. Now I perceive, thou art a reverend father: Luc. Hear'st thou, Biondello?

Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad mistakin. Bion. I cannot tarry: I knew a wench married Pet. Do, good old grandsire; and, witha. in an afternoon as she went to the garden for pars

known ley to stuff a rabbit; and so may you, sir; and so Which way thou travellest : if along with us adieu, sir. My master hath appointed me to go to We shall be joyful of thy company. Saint Luke's, to bid the priest be ready to come Vin. Fair sir,--and you, my merry mistressagainst you come with your appendix. (Exit. That with your strange encounter much amai ir

L'ic. I may, and will, if she be so contented : My name is callid-Vincentio; my dweiling-
She will be pleas'd, then wherefore should I doubt? And bound I am to Padua; there to visit
Hap what hap may, I'll roundly go about her. A son of mine, which long I have not seen,
It shall go hard, if Cambio go without her. (Exit.

Pet. What is his naine?

Lucentio, gentiei
SCENE V.- A public Road.

Pet. Happily met ; the happier for thy soni

And now by law, as well as reverend age,
Enter PetruCHIO, KATHARINA, and HORTENSIO. I may entitle thee--my loving father;
Pel. Come on, o'God's name ; once more toward The sister to my wife, this gentlewoman,
our father's,

Thy son by this hath married : Wonder not, Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the moon! Nor be not griev'd; she is of good esteem, Kath. The moon! the sun ; it is not moonlight Her dowry wealthy, and of worthy birth; now.

Besides, so qualitied as may be seein Pet. I say, it is the moon that shines so bright. The spouse of any noble gentleman. kath. I know, it is the sun that shines so bright. Let me embrace wit old Vincentio :

Pet. Now, by my mother's son, and that's myself, And wander we to see thy honest son, It shall be moon, or star, or what I list,

Who will of thy arrival be full joyous. Or ere I journey to your father's house:

Vin. But is this true ? or is it else your please Go on, and fetch our horses back again,

Like pleasant travellers, to break a jest
Evermore crossd, and cross'd; nothing but cross'd! Upon the company you overtake ?
Hor. Say as he says, or we shall never go.

Hor. I do assure thee, father, so it is. kath. Forward, I pray, since we have come so Pet. Come, go along, and see the truth brreal, far,

For our first merriment hath made me jealous And be it moon, or sun, or what you please:

(Exeunt PETROCHIO, KATHARINA. And if you please to call it a rush candle,

VINCENTIO. Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me.

Hor. Well, Petruchio, this hath put me in beat Pet. I say, it is the moon.

Have to my widow; and if she be froward, Kath.

I know it is.

Then hast thou taught Hortensio to be untowari Pet. Nay, then you lie ; it is the blessed sun.


SCENE 1.–Padua. Before Lucentio's Housc. Enter PETRUCU, KATHARINA, VINCENTIO, 1**

Enter on one side BIONDELLO, LUCENTIO, and
BIANCA ; GREMIO walking on the other side.

Pet. Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's house

My father's bears more toward the market pied'; Bion. Softly and swiftly, sir; for the priest is ready. Thither must 1, and here I leave you, sir.

Luc. I fly, Biondello: but they may chance to Vin. You shall not choose but drink before you all need thee at home, therefore leave us.

I think, I shall command your welcome here, Bion. Nay, faith, I'll see the church o'your back; And by all likelihood, some cheer is toward. and then come back to my master as soon as I can.

(Ereunt LUCENTIO, BIANCA, and BIONDELLO, Gre. They're busy within, you wers best knock Gre. I marvel Cambio comes not all this while. louder.


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Vin. Is signior Lucentio within, sir?

Ped. He's within, sir, but not to be spoken withal.
in. What if a man bring him a hundred pound
two, to make merry withal.

Ped. Swear, if thou darest

Gre. Nay, I dare not swear it.

Tra. Then thou wert best say, that I am nol


Bion. I have seen them in the church together:
But who is here? mine old master. Vincentio? now
we are undone, and brought to nothing.
Vin. Come hither, crack-hemp.

Gre. Yes, I know thee to be signior Lucentio
Bap. Away with the dotard; to the gaol with him
Vin. Thus strangers may be haled and abused:-
O monstrous villain!

Bion. I hope, I may choose, sir.
Vin. Come hither, you rogue: What, have you

Bion. O, we are spoiled, and-Yonder he is,
deny him, forswear him, or else we are all undone.
Luc. Pardon, sweet father.
Lives my sweetest son
[BIONDELLO, TRANIO, and Pedant run out
Bian. Pardon, dear father.
How hast thou offended!-


Where's Lucentio ?


Here's Lucentio,
Right son unto the right Vincentio ;
While counterfeit supposes blear'd thine eyne."
That have by marriage made thy daughter mine,
Gre. Here's packing, with a witness, to deceive
us all!

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.
Vin. Ist so, indeed?
Bion. Help, help, help! here's a madman will

murder me.

Ped. Help, son! help, signior Baptista!
[Exit from the window.
Pet. Prythee, Kate, let's stand aside, and see the
[They retire.
end of this controversy.
Re-enter Pedant below; BAPTISTA, TRANIO, and

Vin. Where is that damned villain Tranio,
That faced and braved me in this matter so ?
Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio?
Bun. Cambio is changed into Lucentio.
Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's love
Made me exchange my state with Tranio.
While he did bear my countenance in the town;
And happily I have arrived at last
Unto the wished haven of my bliss:-
What Tranio did, myself enforced him to;
Vin. I'll slit the villain's nose, that would have
Then pardon him, sweet father, for my sake.
sent me to the gaol.

Bap. But do you hear, sir? [TO LUCENTIO.l 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.


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!
-0. I am undone! I am undone! while I play
the good husband at home, my son and my servant
spend all at the university.

Tra. 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 to 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 sail-maker in Bergamo.

Bap. 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. Lucentio! 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 gaol:-Father
Baptista, I charge you, see that he be forthcoming.
Via. Carry me to the gaol!

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 be
this is the
cheated in this business; I dare swear,
night Vincentio,

A hat with a conical crown.

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SCENE II-A Room in Lucentio's House.

A Banquet set out. Enter BAPTISTA, VINCENTIO,

Luc. At last, though long, our jarring notes agree,
And time it is, when raging war is done,
To smile at 'scapes and perils overblown.-
My fair Bianca, bid my father welcome,
While I with self-same kindness welcome thine:-
Brother Petruchio,-sister Katharina.—
And thou, Hortensio, with thy loving widow,
Feast with the best, and welcome to my house;
My banquet is to close our stomachs up,
After our great good cheer. Pray you, sit down,
For now we sit to chat as well as eat.

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Pet. How! she is busy, and she cannot come1 Is that an answer?


Ay, and a kind one too : Pray God, sir, your wife send you not a worse. Pet. I hope, better.

Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go, and entreat my wif To come to me forthwith. Exit BIONDELLO. Pet. O ho! entreat her! Nay, then she must needs come. Hor. I am afraid, sir. Do what you can, yours will not be entreated. Re-enter BIONDELLO.

Now, where's my wife?

Bion. She says, you have some goodly jest in hand;

She will not come; she bids you come to her.
Pet. Worse, and worse; she will not come ! O vile,
Intolerable, not to be endured!
Sirrah, Grumio, go to your mistress;
Say, I command her come to me. Exit GRUMIO.
Hor. I know her answer.




She will not come.

Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end.


Bap. Now, by my holidame, here comes Kath arina!

Kath. What is your will, sir, that you send for me? Pet. Where is your sister, and Hortensio's wife! Kath. They sit conferring by the parlor fire. Pet. Go fetch them hither; if they deny to come, Swinge me them soundly forth unto their husbands: Away, I say, and bring them hither straight. Exit KATHARINA. Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder. Hor. And so it is; I wonder what it bodes. Pet. Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life,

An awful rule, and right supremacy;

And, to be short, what not, that's sweet and happy.
Bap. Now, fair befal thee, good Petruchio!
The wager thou hast won; and I will add
Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns;
Another dowry to another daughter,
For she is changed, as she had never been.

Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet;
And show more sign of her obedience,
Her new-built virtue and obedience.

Re-enter KATHARINA, with BIANCA and Widow. See, where she comes; and brings your froward wives

As prisoners to her womanly persuasion.—
Katharine, that cap of yours become you not;
Off with that bauble, throw it under foot.

[KATHARINA pulls off her cap, and throws
it down.

Wid. Lord, let me never have a cause to sigh, Till I be brought to such a silly pass!

Biun. Fye! what a foolish duty call you this? Luc. I would your duty were as foolish too: The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca, Hath cost me an hundred crowns since supper-time. Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty. Pet. Katharine, 1 charge thee, tell these headstrong women

What duty they do owe their lords and husbands. Wid. Come, come, you're mocking; we will have no telling.

Pet. Come on, I say; and first begin with her. Wid. She shall not.

Pet. I say, she shall;-and first begin with her. Kath. Fye, fye! unknit that threat'ning unkind brow;

And dart not scornful glances from those eyes,
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor;
It blots thy beauty, as frosts bite the meads;
Confounds thy farne, as whirlwinds shake fair buds,
And in no sense is meet, or amiable.

Pet. Padua affords nothing but what is kind.
Hor. For both our sakes, I would that word were

Pet. Now, for my life, Hortensio fears his widow.
Wid. Then never trust me if I be afeard.
Pet. You are sensible, and yet you miss my
sense; I mean Hortensio is afeard of you.
Wid. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns

Pet. Roundly replied.
Mistress, how mean you that?
Wid. Thus I conceive by him.
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

Kath. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns


I pray you, tell me what you meant by that.
Wid. Your husband, being troubled with a shrew,
Measures my husband's sorrows by his woe:
And now you know my meaning.

Kath. A very mean meaning.


Right, I mean you. Kath. And I am mean, indeed, respecting you. Pet. To her, Kate!

Hor. To her, widow!

Pet. A hundred marks, my Kate does put her down.

Hor. That's my office.

Pet. Spoke like an officer:-Ha, to thee, lad.
[Drinks to HORTENSIO.
Bap. How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks?
Gre. Believe sir, butt
Bien. Head, and butt? a hasty-witted body
Would say, your head and butt were head and horn.
Vin. Ay, mistress bride, hath that awaken'd you?
Bian. Ay, but not frighted me; therefore I'll
sleep again.

P. t. Nay, that you shall not; since you have

Have at you for a bitter jest or two.
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

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 grey-

Which runs himself, and catches for his master.
Pet. A good swift simile, but something currish.
Tra. "Tis well, sir, that you hunted for yourself;
'Tis thought, your deer does hold you at a bay.

Bap. O ho, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now.
Luc. I thank thee for that girl,' good Tranio.
Hor. Confess, confess, hath he not hit you here?
Pet. 'A has a little gall'd me, I confess;
And as the jest did glance away from me,
'Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright.

Bap. Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio,
I think thou hast the veriest shrew of all.

Pet. Well, I say-no: and therefore, for assu


Let's each one send unto his wife;
And he, whose wife is most obedient
To come at first when he doth send for her,
Shall win the wager which we will propose.
Hor. Content-What is the wager!

Pet. Twenty crowns!

Twenty crowns.

I'll venture so much on my hawk, or hound,
But twenty times so much upon my wife.
Luc. A hundred then.



A match; 'tis done.


Hor. Who shall begin?
That will I. Go,
Biondello, bid your mistress come to me.

Bion. I go.
Bap. Son, I will be your half, Bianca comes.
Luc. I'll have no halves: I'll bear it all myself.

A woman mov'd, is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty;
And, while it is so, none so dry or thirsty
Will deign to sip, or touch one drop of it.
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for 'ho,
And for thy maintenance: commits his oody

How now! what news?
Sir, my mistress sends you word To painful labor, both by sea and land;
That she is busy, and she cannot come !

To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe,




And craves no other tribute at thy hands,
But love, fair looks, and true obedience ;-
Too little payment for so great a debt.
Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
Even such, a woman oweth to her husband:
And when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
And not obedient to his honest will,

What is she, but a foul contending rebel,
And graceless traitor to her loving lord?
I am ashamed, that women are so simple
To oder war, where they should kneel for peace:
Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway,
When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.
Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth,
Unapt to toil and trouble in the world;
But that our soft conditions and our hearts,
Should well agree with our external parts?
Come, come, you froward and unable worms!
My mind hath been as big as one of yours,
My heart as great; my reason, haply more
To bandy word for word, and frown for frown.
But now, I see our lances are but straws;
Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare,—
Gentle tempers.


That seeming to be most, which we least are.
Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot;
And place your hands below your husband's foot ·
In token of which duty, if he please,
My hand is ready, may it do him ease.

Pet. Why, there's a wench!-Come on, and kira me, Kate.

Luc. Well, go thy ways, old lad; for thou shalt ha't.

Vin. 'Tis a good hearing, when children are toward.

Lac. But a harsh hearing, when women are fro ward.

Pet. Come, Kate, we'll to bed:

We three are married, but you two are sped. "Twas I won the wager, though you hit the white: TO LUCENTIO

And, being a winner, God give you good night! [Exeunt PETRUCHIO and KATH Hor. Now go thy ways, thou hast tamed a curst shrew.

Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be tamed so. [Exeunt

Abate your spirits.

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Arch. If you shall chance, Camillo, to visit Bohemia, on the like occasion whereon my services are now on foot, you shall see, as I have said, great difference betwixt our Bohemia and your Sicilia.

Cam. I think, this coming summer, the king of Sicilia means to pay Bohemia the visitation whic. he justly owes him.

Arch. Wherein our entertainment shall shame us, we will be justified in our loves: for, indeed,Cam. 'Beseech you,

Arch. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my knowledge: we cannot with such magnificencein so rare-I know not what to say.-We will give you sleepy drinks: that your senses, unintelligent of our insufficience, may, though they cannot praise us, as little accuse us.

Cam. You pay a great deal too dear, for what's given freely.

SCENE, sometimes in Sicilia, sometimes in Bohemia.

Arch. Believe me, I speak as my understanding instructs me, and as mine honesty puts it to utterance. Cam. Sicilia cannot show himself over-kind to Bohemia. They were trained together in their childhoods; and there rooted betwixt them then such an affection, which cannot choose but branch now. Since their more mature dignities, and royal necessities, made separation of their society, their encounters, though not personal, have been royally attornied, with interchange of gifts, letters, loving embassies; that they have seemed to be together, though absent; shook hands, as over a vast; and embraced as it were, from the ends of opposed winds. The heavens continue their loves!

An old Shepherd, reputed Father of Perdita.
Clown, his Son.

Servant to the old Shepherd.
Time, as Chorus.

: Supplied by substitution of embassies.

Wide waste of country.

Affords a cordial to the state.

HERMIONE, Queen to Leontes.

PERDITA, Daughter to Leontes and Hermione.
PAULINA, Wife to Antigonus.


EMILIA, a Lady,

Two other Ladies, attending the Queen.




Lords, Ladies, and Attendants; Saturs for a
Dance; Shepherds, Shepherdesses, Guards, &c.

Arch. I think, there is not in the world either malice, or matter, to alter it. You have an unspeakable comfort of your young prince Mamillius; it is a gentleman of the greatest promise, that ever came into my note.

Cam. I very well agree with you in the hopes of him: it is a gallant child; one that, indeed, physics the subject, makes old hearts fresh: they, that went on crutches ere he was born, desire yet their life, to see him a man.

Arch. Would they else be content to die?

Cam. Yes: if there were no other excuse why they should desire to live.

Arch. If the king had no son, they would desire to live on crutches till he had one.

[Exeunt. SCENE II-A Room of State in the Palace. Enter LEONTES, POLIXENES, HERMIONE, MAMIL LIUS, CAMILLO, and Attendants.

Pol. Nine changes of the wat'ry star have been
The shepherd's note, since we have left our throne
Without a burden: time as long again
Would be fill'd up, my brother, with our thanks;
And yet we should, for perpetuity,

Go hence in debt: And therefore, like a cipher,
Yet standing in rich place, I multiply,
With one we-thank-you, many thousands more
That go before it.


Stay your thanks awhile; And pay them when you part. Pol. Sir, that's to-morrow. I am question'd by my fears, of what may chance, Or breed upon our absence: That may blow No sneaping winds at home, to make us say, This is put forth too truly! Besides, I have stay'd To tire your royalty.


We are tougher, brother,

Than you can put us to't.

Leon. One seven-night longer.

Very sooth, to-morr. w. Leon. We'll part the time between's then and in that

I'll no gain-saying.

No longer stay.


Press me not, 'beseech you so: There is no tongue that moves, none, none i'the world,

So soon as yours, could win me: so it should now,
Were there necessity in your request, although
'Twere needful I denied it. My affairs

Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder,
Were, in your love, a whip to me; my stay,
To you a charge, and trouble: to save both,
Farewell, our brother.

Leon. Tongue-tied, our queen? speak you. Her. I had thought, sir, to have held my peace.


You had drawn oaths from him, not to stay. You, sir,

Charge him too coldly: Tell him, you are sure,

• Nipping.


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