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. Pet. Read it.

Gru. The note lies in's 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. I confess the cape.

Tai. "With a trunk sleeve."
Gru. I confess two sleeves."
Tai. "The sleeves curiously cut."

Pet. Ay, there's the villainy.

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, 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 me. Gru. You are i'the right, sir: 'tis for my mistress. Pet. Go, take it up unto thy master's use. Gru. Villain, not for thy life! Take up my mistress' gown for thy master's use?

Pet. Why, sir, what's your conceit in that? Gru. O, sir, the conceit is deeper than you think for. Take up my mistress' gown to his master's use? O, fie, fie, fie!

Pet. [Aside.] Hortensio, say thou wilt see the tailor paid.

Go take it hence; be gone, and say no more.
Hor. Tailor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-morrow:
Take no unkindness of his hasty words.
Away, I say; commend me to thy master.

[Exeunt Tailor and Haberdasher. Pet. Well, come, my Kate; we will unto your [father's,

Even in these honest mean habiliments.
Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor:
For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honor peereth in the meanest habit.
What, is the jay more precious than the lark,
Because his feathers are more beautiful?
Or is the adder better than the eel,
Because his painted skin contents the eye?
O! no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse
For this poor furniture, and mean array.
If thou account'st it shame, lay it on me;
And therefore frolic: we will hence forthwith,
To feast and sport us at thy father's house.-
Go, call my men, and let us straight to him;
And bring our horses unto Long-lane end,
There will we mount, and thither walk on foot.-
Let's see; I think, 'tis now some seven o'clock,
And well we may come there by dinner time.

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 "small compassed cape" is a round cape. A quibble is here intended between a written bill and the weapon of a foot-soldier.

Hor. Why, so this gallant will command the sun. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV.-Padua. Before BAPTISTA's House. Enter TRANIO, and the Pedant1booted and 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. Enter BIONDELLO.

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'rta tall fellow: hold thee that to drink. Here comes Baptista.-Set your countenance, sir.Enter BAPTISTA and LUCENTIO.

Signior Baptista, you are happily met.—
Sir, this is the gentleman I told you of.-
I pray you, stand good father to me now,
Give me Bianca for my patrimony.

Ped. Soft, son!

Sir, by your leave: having come to Padua
To gather in some debts, my son, Lucentio,
Made me acquainted with a weighty cause
Of love between your daughter and himself:
And, for the good report I hear of you,
And for the love he beareth to your daughter,
And she to him, to stay him not too long,
I am content, in a good father's care,
To have him match'd; and, if you please to like
No worse than I, upon some agreement,
Me shall you find ready and willing
With one consent to have her so bestow'd;
For curious I cannot be with you,
Signior Baptista, of whom I hear so well.

Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say:
Your plainness, and your shortness, please me well.
Right true it is, your son Lucentio, here,
Doth love my daughter, and she loveth him,
Or both dissemble deeply their affections;
And, therefore, if you say no more than this
That like a father you will deal with him,
And pass my daughter a sufficient dower,
The match is made, and all is happily done:
Your son shall have my daughter with consent.
Tra. I thank you, sir. Where, then, do you hold
We be haffied, and such assurance ta'en, [best,
As shall with either part's agreement stand?
Bap. Not in my house, Lucentio: for, you know,
Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants:
Besides, old Gremio is hearkening still,
And, happily, we might be interrupted.

Tra. Then, at my lodging, an it like you: There doth my father lie, and there this night We'll pass the business privately and well. Send for your daughter by your servant here;

"But," i. e., unless.-d "The Pegasus," i. e., the inn with the sign of Pegasus.-"A tall fellow," i. e., a brave boy; a high fellow.-Scrupulous.- Assure; convey. Betrothed. Perhaps.

SCENE I.-Padua.

Before LUCENTIO's House.

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: My father's bears more toward the market place; Thither must I, and here I leave you, sir.

Vin. You shall not choose but drink before you go. 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 cirpray you, tell signior Lucentio, that cumstances, 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 VINCENTIO.] 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.

Re-enter BIONDELLO.

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.

[LO.

Vin. Come hither, crack-hemp. [Seeing BIONDELBion. 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. Vin. Is't 80, indeed? [Beats BIONDello. Bion. Help, help, help! here's a madman will [Exit. Ped. Help, son! help, signior Baptista! [Exit, from the window.

murder me.

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 servant?

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.

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 b'cerns 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.

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.-O, 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, charge you see that he be forthcoming. Vin. Carry me to the jail!

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Gre. Stay, officer: he shall not go to prison. Bap. Talk not, signior Gremio. I say, he shall go to prison.

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Gre. Take heed, signior Baptista, lest you be conycatched 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 Lu

centio.

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

Re-enter BIONDELLO, with LUCENTIO, and BIANCA.
him, forswear him, or else we are all undone.
Bion. O, we are spoiled! and yonder he is: deny
Luc. Pardon, sweet father.

Vin.

[Kneeling. Lives my sweet son? [BIONDELLO, TRANIO, and Pedant run out. Bian. Pardon, dear father. [Kneeling. Вар. How hast thou offended?Where is Lucentio ? Luc.

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

Vin. Where is that damned villain, Tranio, That fac'd and brav'd me in this matter so ? Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio?

Concerns. Deceived; cheated. Pretenders.-- Eyes.— A "copatain hat" was a sugar-loaf or conical hatPlotting.

Bian. Cambio is chang'd 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 the last Unto the wished haven of my bliss. What Tranio did, myself enforc'd him to; Then pardon him, sweet father, for my sake.

Vin. I'll slit the villain's nose, that would have sent me to the jail.

Bap. [To LUCENTIO.] But do you hear, sir? 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 knavery. [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
Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will. [ado.
Kath. What, in the midst of the street?
Pet. What! art thou ashamed of me?
Kath. No, sir, God forbid; but ashamed to kiss.
Pet. Why, then let's home again.-Come, sirrah,
[love, stay.
Kath. Nay, I will give thee a kiss: now pray thee,
Pet. Is not this well?-Come, my sweet Kate:
Better once than never, for never too late. [Exeunt.

let's away.

SCENE II.-A Room in LUCENTIO's House. A Banquet set out; Enter BAPTISTA, VINCENTIO, GREMIO, the Pedant, LUCENTIO, BIANCA, PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, HORTENSIO, and Widow. TRANIO, BIONDELLO, GRUMIO, and others, attending.

Luc. At last, though long, our jarring notes agree: And time it is, when raging war is gone, 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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[They sit at table.
Pet. Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat!
Bap. Padua affords this kindness, son Petruchio.
Pet. Padua affords nothing but what is kind.
Hor. For both our sakes I would that word were true.
Pet. Now, for my life, Hortensio fears his widow.
Wid. Then, never trust me, if I be afeard.
Pet. You are very 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?
Wid. Thus I conceive by him.
Pet. Conceives by me!-How likes Hortensio that?
Hor. My widow says, thus she conceives her tale.
Pct. Very well mended. Kiss him for that, good
widow.

A proverb not yet obsolete.- A "banquet" formerly meant what we now call a desert

Pet. A hundred marks, my Kate does put her down. Hor. That's my office.

Pet. Spoke like an officer:- Here's to thee, lad. [Drinks to HORTENSIO. Bap. How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks? Gre. Believe me, sir, they butt together well. Bian. Head and butt? an 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.

Pet. Nay, that you shall not; since you have begun, Have at you for a better 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 Tranio; This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not: Therefore, a health to all that shot and miss'd. Which runs himself, and catches for his master. Tra. O sir! Lucentio slipp'd me, like his greyhound, 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 gird, 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 assurance,
Let's each one send unto his 3 several 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?
Luc.

Pet. Twenty crowns!

Twenty crowns.

I'll venture so much of my hawk, or hound, But twenty times so much upon my wife.

Luc. A hundred then.

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

Bap. Now, by my holidame, here comes Katharina!
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 chang'd, 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 becomes 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.

Bian. Fie! what a foolish duty call you this? Luc. I would, your duty were as foolish too: The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca,

1 Cost me one hundred crowns since supper-time.
Bian. The more fool you for laying on my duty.
Pet. Katharine, I charge thee, tell these head-
strong 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.

Punish.

Pet. I say, she shall:-and first begin with her.
Kath. Fie, fie! unknit that threatening unkind brow,
And dart not scornful glances from those eyes,
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor:
It blots thy beauty, as frosts do bite the meads,
Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair buds,
And in no sense is meet, or amiable.

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 thee,
And for thy maintenance; commits his body
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
To painful labor, both by sea and land,
Whilst 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 asham'd that women are so simple
To offer 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,

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Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare,
That seeming most, which we indeed 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. [me, Kate.
Pet. Why, there's a wench!-Come on, and kiss
Luc. Well, go thy ways, old lad, for thou shalt ha't.
Vin. 'Tis a good hearing, when children are toward.
Luc. But a harsh hearing, when women are froward.
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 tam'd a curst shrew.

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

b"Our soft conditions," i. e., the gentle qualities of our minds.-"Vail your stomachs," i. e., abate your pride.-a "It is no boot," i. e., it is profitless." You two are sped," i. e., the fate of you both is decided against you.-f To "hit the white" is a phrase borrowed from archery, signifying to hit the centre of the target, which was white. There is also a play upon the name of Bianca, which is white in Italian.