Hor. Why, so this gallant will command Enter TRANIO, and the PEDANT dressed like Tra. Sir, this is the house; Please it you, that Ped. Ay, what else? and, but I be deceived, 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'rt a tall* fellow; hold thee that to drink. [Sir.- This is the gentleman I told you of; Ped. Soft, son !— Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants: Tru. Then at my lodging, an it like you, There doth my father lie; and there, this night, And bid Bianca make her ready straight; Tra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone. Signior Baptista, shall I lead the way? [Exeunt TRANIO, PEDANT, and Baptista. Bion. Cambio. Luc. What say'st thou, Biondello? Bion. You saw my master wink and laugh upon you? Luc. Biondello, what of that? Bion. 'Faith nothing; but he has left me here behind, to expound the meaning or moralt of his signs and tokens. Luc. I pray thee, moralize them. Bion. Then thus. Baptista is safe, talking with the deceiving father of a deceitful son. Luc. And what of him? Bion. His daughter is to be brought by you to the supper. Luc. And then? Bion. The old priest at St. Luke's church is at your command at all hours. Luc. And what of all this? Bion. I cannot tell; except they are busied about a counterfeit assurance: Take you assurance of her, cum privilegio ad imprimendum solùm: to the church;-take the priest, clerk, and some sufficient honest witnesses: If this be not that you look for, I have no more to say, But, bid Bianca farewell for ever and a day. [Going. Luc. Hear'st thou, Biondello? Bion. I cannot tarry: I knew a wench married in an afternoon as she went to the garden for parsley to stuff a rabbit; and so may you, Sir; and so adieu, Sir. My master hath appointed me to go to Saint Luke's, to bid the priest be ready to come against you come with your appendix. [Exit. Luc. I may, and will, if she be so contented: She will be pleas'd, then wherefore should I doubt? Hap what may, I'll roundly go about her; It shall go hard, if Cambio go without her. [Exit. SCENE V.-A public Road. Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, and Hor Kath. The moon! the sun; it is not moonlight now. Pet. I say, it is the moon that shines so bright. Kath. I know, it is the sun that shines so bright. Pet. Now, by my mother's son, and that's myself, It shall be moon, or star, or what I list, Or ere I journey to your father's house:Go on, and fetch our horses back again.— Evermore cross'd, and cross'd; nothing but cross'd! Hor. Say as he says, or we shall never go. Kath. Forward, I pray, since we have come so far, And be it moon, or sun, or what you please : Kath. know it is. Pet. Nay, then you lie; it is the blessed sun. Kath. Then, God be bless'd, it is the blessed sun: But sun it is not, when you say it is not, And the moon changes, even as your mind. What you will have it nam'd, even that it is; And so it shall be so, for Katharine. Hor. Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is Won. Pet. Well, forward, forward: thus the bowl should run, And not unluckily against the bias.- Enter VINCENTIO, in a travelling dress. Good-morrow, gentle mistress: Where away?[To VINCENTIO. Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too, Hast thou beheld a fresher gentlewoman? Such war of white and red within her cheeks! What stars do spangle heaven with such beauty, As those two eyes become that heavenly face?Fair lovely maid, once more good day to thee:Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's sake. Hor. 'A will make the man mad, to make a woman of him. Kath. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and sweet, Whither away; or where is thy abode? Pet. Why, how now, Kate! I hope thou art not mad: This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither'd; And not a maiden, as thou say'st he is. Kath. Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes, That have been so bedazzled with the sun, That every thing I look on seemeth green: Now I perceive, thou art a reverend father; Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad mistaking. Pet. Do, good old grandsire; and, withal, make known Which way thou travellest: if along with us, We shall be joyful of thy company. Vin. Fair Sir,-and you my merry mistress, That with your strange encounter much amaz'd me; My name is call'd—Vincentio; my dwelling- And bound I am to Padua ; there to visit Vin. Lucentio, gentle Sir. Pet. Happily met; the happier for thy son. And now by law as well as reverend age, I may entitle thee-my loving father; 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, und 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, [place; My father's bears more toward the marketThither must I, and here I leave you, Sir. Vin. You shall not choose but drink before 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 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 believe 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. Vin. Come hither, crack-hemp. [Seeing BIONDello. 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? 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 concerns 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, I charge you see, that he be forthcoming. Vin. Carry me to the jail! 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 A hat with a conloal crown. 275 be coney-catched 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 Lucentio. tio. Gre. Yes, I know thee to be signior Lucen Bap. Away with the dotard; to the jail with him. Vin. Thus strangers may be haled and abus'd:-O monstrous villain! Re-enter BIONDELLO, with LUCENTIO, and Bion. O, we are spoiled, and-Yonder he is; deny him, forswear him, or else we are all undone. [Kneeling. Luc. Pardon, sweet father. Vin. Lives my sweetest son? [BIONDELLO, TRANIO, and PEDANT run out. Bian. Pardon, dear father. Bup. How hast thou offended?Where is Lucentio? [Kneeling. Luc. Here's Lucentio, Right son unto the right Vincentio ; [mine, That have by marriage made thy daughter While counterfeit supposes blear'd thine eyne.t Gre, Here's packing,‡ with a witness, to deceive us all! Vin. Where is that damned villain, Tranio, While he did bear my countenance in the town; have sent me to the jail. Bap. But do you hear, Sir? [TO LUCENTIO.] Have you married my daughter without asking my good-will? very. you, go to: But I will in, to be revenged for Vin. Fear not, Baptista; we will content this villany. [Exit. Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this kna[Exit. Luc. Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will [Exeunt Luc. and BIAN. Gre. My cake is dough: But I'll in among the rest; not frown. 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 ado. Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will. Pet. Why, then let's home again :-Come, Kath. Nay, I will give thee a kiss: now pray Pet. Is not this well?-Come, my sweet [ACT P Pet. 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 [begun, Better once than never, for never too late. Luc. At last, though long, our jarring notes agree: And time it is, when raging war is done, thine: Brother Petruchio,-sister Katharina,- for now we sit to chat, as well as eat. Pet. Padua affords nothing but what is kind. were true. Pet. Now, for my life, Hortensio fearst his widow. Wid. Then never trust me if I be afeard. Pet. You are 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? Pet. Conceives by me!-How likes Horten- Hor. My widow says, thus she conceives her tale. Pet. Very well mended: Kiss him for that, good widow. Kath. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns round : 1 pray you, tell me what you meant by that. Measures my husband's sorrow by his woe: Kath. A very mean meaning. Kath. And I am mean, indeed, respecting you. Pet. To her, Kate! Hor. To her, widow! Pet. A hundred marks, my Kate does put Hor. That's my office. Gre. Believe me, Sir, they butt together well. Vin. Ay, mistress bride, hath that awaken'd you? Bian. Ay, but not frighted me; therefore I'll sleep again. * A banquet was a refection consisting of fruit, cakes, + Dreads. And then pursue me as you draw your bow :- [Exeunt BIANCA, KATHARINA, and WIDOW. Pet. She hath prevented me.-Here, signior, Tranio, Therefore, a health to all that shot and miss'd. greyhound, 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 gird,t good Tranio. Hor. Confess, confess, hath he not hit you here? "Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright. Bap. Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio, assurance, And he, whose wife is most obedient Luc. Twenty crowns. I'll venture so much on my hawk, or hound, Hor. Content. Pet. A match; 'tis done. Biondello, bid your mistress come to me. Bap. Son, I will be your half, Bianca comes. Re-enter BIONDELLO. Bion. Sir, my mistress sends you word Gre. Ay, and a kind one too: To come to me forthwith. Nay, then she must needs come. Now where's my wife? Bion. She says, you have some goodly jest She will not come; she bids you come to her. Kath. Fie, fie! unknit that threat'ning un kind brow; Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an And in no sense is meet, or amiable. end. der. 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 befall 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 fro ward wives And dart not scornful glances from those eyes, thee, And for thy maintenance: commits nis body And craves no other tribute at thy hands, peace; Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway, That seeming to be most, which we least are. 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 we 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. |