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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.

Vin. Thy father? O villain! he is a sail-maker in Bergamo.

what do you think is his name?
Bap. You mistake, sir; you mistake, sir a Pray,

Vin. His name ? as if I knew not his name: I
old, and his name is Tranio.
have brought him up ever since he was three years

Ped. Away, away, mad ass! his name is Lucentio; and he is mine only son, and heir to the lands of me, signior Vincentio.:

ter-Lay hold on him, I charge you, in the duke's
Vin. Lucentio! O, he hath murdered his mas-
name:-0, my son, my son tell me, thou vil-
lain, where is my son, Lucentio ?
Tra. Call forth an officer: [Enter one with an

Ped. What's he, that knocks as he would beat Officer.] carry this mad knave to the gaol: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 be

lieve 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.

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.

[Seeing Biondello.

Vin. Come hither, crack-hemp.
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. Vin. Is't so, indeed ? [Beats Biondello. Bion. Help, help, help! here's a madman will murder me. [Exit. 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 servant ?

Father Baptista, I charge you see, that he be forthcoming.

Vin. Carry me to the gaol!

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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.

Gre. Take heed, signior Baptista, lest you be coney-catched in this business; I dare swear, this is the right Vincentio.

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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 Lucentio. Bap. Away with the dotard; to the gaol with him.

Vin. Thus strangers may be haled and abus'd. O monstrous villain!

Re-enter Biondello, with Lucentio and Bianca. deny him, forswear him, or else we are all unBion. O, we are spoiled, and Yonder he is;

done.

Luc. Pardon, sweet father.
Vin.

[Kneeling.
Lives my sweetest son?
[Biondello, Tranio, and Pedant run out.
[Kneeling.
How hast thou offended?
Here's Lucentio,
Right son unto the right Vincentio;
That have by marriage made thy daughter
mine,

Bian. Pardon, dear father.
Вар.

Where is Lucentio ?

Luc.

While counterfeit supposes blear'd thine eyne.
Gre. Here's packing, with a witness, to deceive
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 ?
Bian. Cambio is chang'd into Lucentio.
Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's
love
Made me exchange my state with Tranio,
And happily I have arriv'd at last
While he did bear my countenance in the town: 1
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 gaol.

Bap. But do you hear, sir? [To Lucentio.] Have you married my daughter without asking my

Vin. Fear not, Baptista; we will content you, go to:

Vin. What am I, sir? nay, what are you, sir?-good-will?
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 lunatick?

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.

But I will in, to be revenged for this villainy!

Exit. Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this knavery. [Brit. Luc. Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not [Exeunt Luc. and Bian. Gre. My cake is dough: But I'll in among the rest;

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Out of hope of all, but my share of the feast.
[Exit,

Petruchio and Katharina advance.

Have at you for a bitter jest or two.
Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush,

Kath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end of And then pursue me as you draw your bow

this ado.

Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will.
Kath, What, in the midst of the street?
Pet. What, art thou ashamed of me?

Kath. No, sir; God forbid but ashamed to
A kiss.

Pet. Why, then, let's home again

rah, let's away.

Come, sir

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.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II-A Room in Lucentio's House.

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 grey-
hound,

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. Oho, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now. Luc. I thank thee for that gird, good Tranio. Hor. Confess, confess, hath he not hit you here? A Banquet set out. Enter Baptista, Vincentio, And, as the jest did glance away from me, Pet. 'A has a little gall'd me, I confess ; Gremio, the Pedant, Lucentio, Bianca, Petru-Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright. chio, 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 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 upy
After our great good cheer: Pray you, sit down;
For now we sit to chat, as well as eat.

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Bap. Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio,
I think thou hast the veriest shrew of all.
Pet. Well, I say-no: and therefore, for as-
surance,

Let's each one send unto his wife;

And he, whose wife is most obedient
To come at first when be doth send for her,
:-Shall win the wager which we will propose.
Hor. Content:What is the wager?

[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 sensible, and yet you miss my
sense;

I mean, Hortensio, is afeard of you..

Wid. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns round.

Pef. Roundly replied.
Kath.

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

Pet. Conceives by me! How likes Hortensio

that ?

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Luc.

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.

Hor.
Pet.

Content.

A match; 'tis done.

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

[Exit.

Bap. Son, I will be your half, Bianca comes.
Luc. I'll have no halves; I'll bear it all myself.
Re-enter Biondello.

How now! what news?
Bion.
Sir, my mistress sends you word
That she is busy, and she cannot come.
Pet. How she is busy, and she cannot come !
Is that an answer?
Gre.
Pray God, sir, your wife send you not a worse.
Ay, and a kind one too :

Pet. I hope, better.

To come to me forthwith.
Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go, and entreat my wife

Pet..

[Exit Biondello. 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,

[Exit Grumio.

Intolerable, not to be endur'd!
Sirrah, Grumio, go to your mistress;
Say I command her come to me.
Hor. I know her answer.
Pet.

Hor.

What?

She will not come. 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? | Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty;
Kath. They sit conferring by the parlour fire.
Pet. Go, fetch them hither; if they deny to

come,

Swinge me them soundly forth unto their hus

bands:

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.

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

Bian. 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 suppertime.

Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty. Pet. Katharine, I 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 fame, as whirlwinds shake fair
buds;

And in no sense is meet or amiable.

A woman mov'd, is like a fountain troubled,

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 painful labour, both by sea and land;
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 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;
Our strength as weak, our weakness past com-
pare,-

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 kiss me, Kate.

Luc. Well, go thy ways, old lad: for thou shalt hi'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. 1

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

[Exeunt.

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ACT I.

SCENE I.-Sicilia. An Antechamber in Leontes'

Palace.

Enter Camillo and Archidamus.

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 which he justly owes him,

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

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

SCENE II.-The same. A Room of State in the
Palace.

Enter Leontes, Polixenes, Hermione, Mamillius,
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.

Leon.

Leon.

Sir, that's to-morrow.

Arch. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my knowledge: we cannot with such magnificence- I am question'd by my fears, of what may chance, in so rare-I know not what to say. We will Or breed upon our absence: That may blow. give you sleepy drinks; that your senses, unintelli- No sneaping winds at home, to make us say, gent of our insufficience, may, though they cannot This is put forth too truly! Besides, I have stay'd praise us, as little accuse us. To tire your royalty. We are tougher, brother, Than you can put us to't. Pol. No longer stay, Leon. One seven-night longer. Pol. Very sooth, to-morrow. Leon. We'll part the time between's then and I'll no gain-saying. [in that Press me not, 'beseech you, so; There is no tongue that moves, none, none i' the world,

Arch. Believe me, I speak as my understanding instructs me, and as mine honesty puts it to utter

ance.

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!

-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, physicks 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.

Pol.

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.
H.r. I had thought, sir, to have held my peace,
until
[sir,
You had drawn oaths from him, not to stay. You,
Charge him too coldly: Tell him, you are sure,
All in Bohemia's well: this satisfaction
The by-gone day proclaim'd; say this to him,
He's beat from his best ward.

Leon.

Well said, Hermione.
Her. To tell, he longs to see his son, were strong.
But let him say so then, and let him go;
But let him swear so, and he shall not stay,
We'll thwack him hence with distaffs.
Yet of your royal presence [to Polixenes.] I'll
adventure

The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia
You take my lord, I'll give him my commission,
To let him there a month, behind the gest
Prefix'd for his parting yet, good deed, Leontes,
I love thee not a jar of the clock behind
What lady she her lord.-You'll stay?
Pol.

Her. Nay, but you will? Pol.

Her. Verily!

No, madam.

I may not, verily.

[oaths,

You put me off with limber vows: But I,
Though you would seek to unsphere the stars with
Should yet say, Sir, no going. Verily,
You shall not go; a lady's verily is
As potent as a lord's. Will you go yet?
Force me to keep you as a prisoner,
Not like a guest; so you shall pay your fees,
When you depart, and save your thanks.
say you?

How
My prisoner? or my guest? by your dread verily,
One of them you shall be.
Your guest then, madam:
To be your prisoner, would import offending;
Which is for me less easy to commit,

: Pol.

Than you to punish.

Her.

Not your gaoler then,

But your kind hostess. Come, I'll question you
Of my lord's tricks, and yours, when you were
boys;
You were pretty lordlings then.
Pol.
We were, fair queen,
Two lads, that thought there was no more behind,
But such a day to-morrow as to-day,
And to be boy eternal.

Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o' the two? Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs, that did frisk i' the sun,

And bleat the one at the other: What we chang'd
Was innocence for innocence; we knew not
The doctrine of ill-doing, no, nor dream'd
That any did: Had we pursued that life,
And our weak spirits ne'er been higher rear'd
With stronger blood, we should have answer'd

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As fat as tame things: One good deed, dying tongueless,

Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that.
Our praises are our wages: You may ride us,
With one soft kiss, a thousand furlongs, ere
With spur we heat an acre. But to the goal;-
My last good was, to entreat his stay;
What was my first? it was an elder sister,

Or I mistake you: O, would her name were Grace!
But once before I spoke to the purpose: When ?
Nay, let me hav't; "I long.

Leon. Why, that was when Three crabbed months had sour'd themselves to

death,

Ere I could make thee open thy white hand,
And clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter,
I am yours for ever.
Her.
It is Grace, indeed.-
Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose
twice;

The one for ever earn'd a royal husband;
The other, for some while a friend.

Leon.

[Giving her hand to Polixenes, Too hot, too hot: [Aside, To mingle friendship far, is mingling bloods. I have tremor cordis on me :-my heart dances; But not for joy,-not joy.-This entertainment May a free face put on; derive a liberty From heartiness, from bounty, fertile bosom, And well become the agent: it may, I grant: But to be paddling palms, and pinching fingers, As now they are; and making practis'd smiles, As in a looking glass ;-and then to sigh, as 'twere The mort o' the deer; 0, that is entertainment My bosom likes not, nor my brows.-Mamillius, Art thou my boy?

Mam. -Leon.

Ay, my good lord.

I'fecks?

Why, that's my bawcock. What, hast smutch'd thy nose ?_

They say, it's a copy out of mine. Come, captain,
We must be neat; not neat, but cleanly, captain:
And yet the steer, the heifer, and the calf,
Are all call'd neat.-Still virginalling

[Observing Polixenes and Hermione. Upon his palm ?-How now, you wanton calf? Art thou my calf? Yes, if you will, my lord.** Leon. Thou want'st a rough pash, and the shoots that I have,

Mam.

To be full like me :-yet, they say we are
Almost as like as eggs; women say so,
That will say any thing: Eut were they false
As o'er-died blacks, as wind, as waters; false
As dice are to be wish'd, by one that fixes
No bourn 'twixt his and mine; yet were it true
To say this boy were like me.-Come, sir page,
Look on me with your welkin eye: Sweet villain!
Most dear'st! my collop!--Can thy dam ?-may't
be ?

Affection! thy intention stabs the centre:
Thou dost make possible, things not so held,
Communicat'st with dreams;-(How can this
be ?)-

With what's unreal thou coactive art,
And fellow'st nothing: Then, 'tis very credent,
Thou may'st co-join with something; and thou
dost;

(And that beyond commission; and I find it,)
And that to the infection of my brains,
And hardening of my brows.

Pol.
What means Sicilia ?
Her. He something seems unsettled.

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No, in good earnest, How sometimes nature will betray its folly, Its tenderness, and make itself a pastime To harder bosoms! Looking on the lines Of my boy's face, methoughts, I did recoil Twenty-three years; and saw myself unbreech'd, In my green velvet coat; my dagger muzzled, Lest it should bite its master, and so prove, As ornaments oft do, too dangerous. How like, methought, I then was to this kernel, This quash, this gentleman :-Mine honest friend, Will you take eggs for money ? ?

Mam. No, my lord, I'll fight.

Leon. You will? why, happy man be his dole!My brother,

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