The Taming of the Shrew (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Taming of the Shrew.
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¶I know not what, but formall in apparrell,
¶In gate and countenance surely like a Father.
¶Luc. And what of him Tranio?
¶Ile make him glad to seeme Vincentio,
¶As if he were the right Uincentio.
¶Par. Take me your loue, and then let me alone.
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Enter a Pedant.
¶Trauaile you farre on, or are you at the farthest?
1930But then vp farther, and as farre as Rome,
¶And so to Tripolie, if God lend me life.
¶Tra. What Countreyman I pray?
¶Ped. Of Mantua.
¶Tra. Of Mantua Sir, marrie God forbid,
¶Tra. 'Tis death for any one in Mantua
¶To come to Padua, know you not the cause?
1940For priuate quarrel 'twixt your Duke and him,
¶Hath publish'd and proclaim'd it openly:
¶'Tis meruaile, but that you are but newly come,
¶you might haue heard it else proclaim'd about.
1945For I haue bils for monie by exchange
¶From Florence, and must heere deliuer them.
¶This wil I do, and this I wil aduise you.
¶Pisa renowned for graue Citizens.
¶Tra. Among them know you one Vincentio?
¶Ped. I know him not, but I haue heard of him:
¶A Merchant of incomparable wealth.
¶This fauor wil I do you for his sake,
1960And thinke it not the worst of all your fortunes,
¶That you are like to Sir Vincentio.
¶His name and credite shal you vndertake,
¶Looke that you take vpon you as you should,
¶The patron of my life and libertie.
1970Tra. Then go with me, to make the matter good,
¶This by the way I let you vnderstand,
¶My father is heere look'd for euerie day,
¶'Twixt me, and one Baptistas daughter heere:
¶Go with me to cloath you as becomes you.
Exeunt.
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Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.
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Enter Katherina and Grumio.
¶What, did he marrie me to famish me?
¶Beggers that come vnto my fathers doore,
¶Vpon intreatie haue a present almes,
¶If not, elsewhere they meete with charitie:
1985But I, who neuer knew how to intreat,
¶Nor neuer needed that I should intreate,
¶With oathes kept waking, and with brawling fed,
1990He does it vnder name of perfect loue:
¶Gru. I feare it is too chollericke a meate.
¶How say you to a fat Tripe finely broyl'd?
¶Kate. I like it well, good Grumio fetch it me.
2000Gru. I cannot tell, I feare 'tis chollericke.
¶Or else you get no beefe of Grumio.
¶Kate. Then both or one, or any thing thou wilt.
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Beats him.
¶That feed'st me with the verie name of meate.
¶Sorrow on thee, and all the packe of you
¶That triumph thus vpon my misery:
¶Go get thee gone, I say.
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Enter Petruchio, and Hortensio with meate.
Hor. Mistris, what cheere?
¶Kate. Faith as cold as can be.
¶What, not a word? Nay then, thou lou'st it not:
¶And all my paines is sorted to no proofe.
2025Heere take away this dish.
2030Hor. Signior Petruchio, fie you are too blame:
¶Come Mistris Kate, Ile beare you companie.
¶Much good do it vnto thy gentle heart:
¶Kate eate apace; and now my honie Loue,
2035Will we returne vnto thy Fathers house,
¶And reuell it as brauely as the best,
¶With silken coats and caps, and golden Rings,
¶With Ruffes and Cuffes, and Fardingales, and things:
¶With Scarfes, and Fannes, & double change of brau'ry,
2040With Amber Bracelets, Beades, and all this knau'ry.
¶To decke thy bodie with his ruffling treasure.
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Enter Tailor.
Come
