Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will;
Nor hast thou pleasure to be cross in talk;
But thon with mildness entertain'st thy wooers,
With gentle conference, soft and affable.

Why does the world report, that Kate doth limp?
O slanderous world! Kate, like the hazel-twig,
Is straight, and slender; and as brown in hue
As hazel-nuts, and sweeter than the kernels.
0, let me see thee walk: thou dost not halt.

Kath. Go, fool, and whom thou keep'st command.
Pet. Did ever Dian so become a grove,
As Kate this chamber with her princely gait?
O, be thou Dian, and let her be Kate;

And then let Kate be chaste, and Dian sportful! Kath. Where did you study all this goodly speech?

Pet. It is extempore, from my mother-wit.
Kath. A witty mother! witless else her son.
Pet. Am I not wise?

Kath.

Yes; keep you warm.

Pet. Marry, so I mean, sweet Katharine, in thy bed:

And therefore, setting all this chat aside,
Thus in plain terms:-Your father has consented,
That you shall be my wife; your dowry 'greed on;
And, will you, nill you, I will marry you.
Now, Kate, I am a husband for your turn;
For, by this light, whereby I see thy beauty,
Thy beauty, that doth make me like thee well,)
Thou must be married to no man but me:
For I am he am born to tame you, Kate;
And bring you from a wild cat to a Kate
Conformable, as other household Kates.
Here comes your father; never make denial,
must and will have Katharine to my wife.
Re-enter BAPTISTA, GREMIO, and TRANIO.
Bap. Now,

ignior Petruchio: How speed you with
ly daughter?
Pet.

How but well, sir? how but well? t were impossible, I should speed amiss. Bap. Why, how now, daughter Katharine? in your dumps? (you, Kath. Call you me, daughter? now I promise og have show'd a tender fatherly regard, o wish me wed to one half lunatic; mad-cap ruffian, and a swearing Jack,

bat thinks with oaths to face the matter out.
Pet. Father, 'tis thus,-yourself and all the world,
hat talk'd of her, have talk'd amiss of her;
she be curst, it is for policy:

or she's not froward, but modest as the dove;
he is not hot, but temperate as the morn;
or patience she will prove a second Grissel;
nd Roman Lucrece for her chastity.

nd to conclude, we have 'greed so well together,
hat upon Sunday is the wedding-day.
Kath I'll see thee hang'd on Sunday first.
Gre. Hark, Petruchio! she says, she'll see thee
hang'd first.

Tra. Is this your speeding? nay, then, good night our part!

Pet. Be patient, gentlemen; I choose her for myself;

she and I be pleas'd, what's that to you? is bargain'd 'twixt us twain, being alone, hat she shall still be curst in company. tell you, 'tis incredible to believe

ow much she loves me: O, the kindest Kate:be hang about my neck; and kiss on kiss ie vied so fast, protesting oath on oath, bat in a twink she won me to her love. , you are novices! 'tis a world to see, ow tame, when men and women are alone, meacock wretch can make the cursest shrew.ive me thy hand, Kate: I will unto Venice, o buy apparel 'gainst the wedding-day :rovide the feast, father, and bid the guests; will be sure, my Katharine shall be fine.

Bap. I know not what to say: but give me your hands;

God send you joy, Petruchio! 'tis a match.

Gre. Tra. Amen, say we; we will be witnesses. Pet. Father, and wife, and gentlemen, adieu; I will to Venice, Sunday comes apace :We will have rings, and things, and fine array; And kiss me, Kate, we will be married o'Sunday.

[Exeunt Petruchio and Katharina severally. Gre. Was ever match clapp'd up so suddenly? Bap. Faith, gentlemen, now I play a merchant's And venture madly on a desperate mart. [part,

Tra. "Twas a commodity lay fretting by you: "Twill bring you gain, or perish on the seas.

Bap. The gain I seek is-quiet in the match. Gre. No doubt, but he hath got a quiet catch. But now, Baptista, to your younger daughter;— Now is the day we long have looked for; I am your neighbour, and was suitor first. Tra. And I am one, that love Bianca more Than words can witness, or your thoughts can

'Tis deeds, must win the prize; and he, of both, That can assure my daughter greatest dower, Shall have Bianca's love.

Say, signior Gremio, what can you assure her? Gre. First, as you know, my house within the city

Is richly furnished with plate and gold;
Basins, and ewers, to lave her dainty hands;
My hangings all of Tyrian tapestry:
In ivory coffers I have stuff 'd my crowns;
In cypress chests my arras, counterpoints,
Costly apparel, tents and canopies,
Fine linen, Turkey cushions boss'd with pearl,
Valance of Venice, gold in needle-work, t
Pewter and brass, and all things that belong,
To house, or housekeeping: then, at my farm,
I have a hundred milch-kine to the pail,
Six score fat oxen standing in my stalls,
And all things answerable to this portion.
Myself am struck in years, I must confess;
And, if I die to-morrow, this is hers,
If, whilst I live, she will be only mine.
Tra. That, only, came well in.-

-Sir, list to me,

I am my father's heir, and only son:
If I may have your daughter to my wife,
I'll leave her houses three or four as good,
Within rich Pisa walls, as any one
Old siguior Gremio has in Padua;

Besides two thousand ducats by the year,
Of fruitful land, all which shall be her jointure.-
What, have I pinch'd you, signior Gremio?

Gre. Two thousand ducats by the year, of land!
My land amounts not to so much in all:
That she shall have; besides an argosy,
That now is lying in Marseilles' road:
What, have I chok'd you with an argosy?

Tra. Gremio, 'tis known, my father hath no less Than three great argosies; besides two galliasses, And twelve tight gallies: these I will assure her, And twice as much, whate'er thou offer'st next.

Gre. Nay, I have offer'd all, I have no more;
And she can have no more than all I have ;--
If you like me, she shall have me and mine.
Tra. Why, then the maid is mine from all the
world,

By your firm promise; Gremio is out-vied.
Bap. I must confess, your offer is the best;
And, let your father make her the assurance,
She is your own; else, you must pardon me:
If you should die before him, where's her dower ?
Tra. That's but a cavil; he is old, I young.

Gre. And may not young men die, as well as old?
Bap Well, gentlemen,

I am thus resolv'd:-On Sunday next, you know,
My daughter Katharine is to be married:
Now, on the Sunday following, shall Bianca
Be bride to you, if you make this assurance;
If not, to signior Gremio:

And so I take my leave, and thank you both. [Exit. Gre. Adieu, good neighbour.-Now I fear thee not;

Sirrah, young gamester, your father were a fool
To give thee all, and, in his waning age,
Set foot under thy table: tut! a toy!
An old Italian fox is not so kind, my boy.

[Exit.

Tra. A vengeance on your crafty wither'd hide! Yet I have faced it with a card of ten. "Tis in my head to do my master good:I see no reason but suppos'd Lucentio Must get a father, call'd—suppos'd Vincentio ; And that's a wonder: fathers, commonly, Do get their children; but, in this case of wooing, A child shall get a sire, if I fail not of my cunning.

ACT III.

[Exit.

SCENE I.-A Room in Baptista's House.
Enter LUCENTIO, HORTENSIO, and BIANCA.
Luc. Fiddler, forbear; you grow too forward, sir:
Have you so soon forgot the entertainment
Her sister Katharine welcom'd you withal?
Hor. But, wrangling pedant, this is
The patroness of heavenly harmony:
Then give me leave to have prerogative;
And when in music we have spent an hour,
Your lecture shall have leisure for as much.

Luc. Preposterous ass! that never read so far
To know the cause why music was ordain'd!
Was it not, to refresh the mind of man,
After his studies, or his usual pain?
Then give me leave to read philosophy,
And, while I pause, serve in your harmony.

Hor. Sirrah, I will not bear these braves of thine.
Bian. Why, gentlemen, you do me double wrong,
To strive for that, which resteth in my choice:
I am no breeching scholar in the schools;
I'll not be tied to hours, nor 'pointed times,
But learn my lessons as I please myself.
And, to cut off all strife, here sit we down:-
Take you your instrument, play you the whiles;
His lecture will be done, ere you have tun'd.
Hor. You'll leave his lecture when I am in tune?
(To Bianca; Hortensio retires.)
Luc. That will be never:-tune your instrument.
Bian. Where left we last?

Luc. Here, madam:-
Hac ibat Simois; hic est Sigeia tellus;

Hic steterat Priami regia celsa senis.
Bian. Construe them.

Luc. Hac ibat, as I told you before,-Simois, I am Lucentio,-hic est, son unto Vincentio of Pisa, -Sigeia tellus, disguised thus to get your love; Hic steterat, and that Lucentio that comes a-wooing, -Priami, is my man Tranio,-regia, bearing my port, celsa senis, that we might beguile the old pantaloon.

Hor. Madam, my instrument's in tune.
Bian. Let's hear;—
O fy! the treble jars.

(Returning.) (Hortensio plays.)

Luc. Spit in the hole, man, and tune again. Bian. Now let me see if I can construe it: Hac ibat Simois, I know you not; Hic est Sigeia tellus, 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 How fiery and forward our pedant is! jars.

Now, for my life, the knave doth court my love: Pedascule, Tll watch you better yet.

Bian. 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
I should be arguing still upon that doubt;
But let it rest.-Now, Licio, to yon:-
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 with 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 i
A re, to plead Hortensio's passion; [accor
B mi, Bianca, take him for thy lord,

C faut, that loves 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 y

books,

stay.

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Hor. But I have cause to pry into this pedar? 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. L SCENE II.-The same. Before Baptista's Bott Enter BAPTISTA, GREMIO, TRANIO, KATHARINA BIANCA, LUCENTIO, and Attendants. Bap. Signior Lucentio, (to Tranio) this is: '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 attes To speak the ceremonial rites of marriage? What says Lucentio to this shame of ours? Kath. No shame but mine: I must, forsooth,

forc'd

To give my hand, oppos'd against my heart,
Unto a mad-brain rudesby, full of spleen;
Who woo'd in haste, and means to wed at leis
I told you, I, he was a frantic fool,
Hiding his bitter jests in blunt behaviour:
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 bass,
Yet never means to wed, where he hath woo'd.
Now must the world point at poor Katharine.
And say,-Go, there is mad Petruchio's wife,
If it would please him come and marry her.

Tra. Patience, good Katharine, and Baptista tar Upon my life, Petruchio means but well, Whatever fortune stays him from his word: Though he be blunt, I know him passing wise;