The Taming of the Shrew (Folio 1, 1623)
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Flourish. Enter Lucentio, and his man Triano.
¶I am arriu'd for fruitfull Lumbardie,
¶The pleasant garden of great Italy,
¶And by my fathers loue and leaue am arm'd
305With his good will, and thy good companie.
¶Heere let vs breath, and haply institute
¶Pisa renowned for graue Citizens
310Gaue me my being, and my father first
¶A Merchant of great Trafficke through the world:
¶Vincentio's come of the Bentiuolij,
¶Vincentio's sonne, brough vp in Florence,
315To decke his fortune with his vertuous deedes:
¶And therefore Tranio, for the time I studie,
¶Vertue and that part of Philosophie
¶By vertue specially to be atchieu'd.
320Tell me thy minde, for I haue Pisa left,
¶And am to Padua come, as he that leaues
325I am in all affected as your selfe,
¶Glad that you thus continue your resolue,
¶Onely (good master) while we do admire
¶This vertue, and this morall discipline,
330Let's be no Stoickes, nor no stockes I pray,
¶As Ouid; be an out-cast quite abiur'd:
¶Balke Lodgicke with acquaintance that you haue,
¶And practise Rhetoricke in your common talke,
¶The Mathematickes, and the Metaphysickes
¶No profit growes, where is no pleasure tane:
¶If Biondello thou wert come ashore,
¶And take a Lodging fit to entertaine
¶Such friends (as time) in Padua shall beget.
345But stay a while, what companie is this?
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Enter Baptista with his two daughters, Katerina & Bianca,
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Gremio a Pantelowne, Hortentio sister to Bianca.
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Lucen. Tranio, stand by.
350Bap. Gentlemen, importune me no farther,
¶For how I firmly am resolu d you know:
¶Before I haue a husband for the elder:
¶If either of you both loue Katherina,
355Because I know you well, and loue you well,
¶Gre. To cart her rather. She's to rough for mee,
¶There, there Hortensio, will you any Wife?
¶Hor. Mates maid, how meane you that?
¶No mates for you,
365I-wis it is not halfe way to her heart:
¶But if it were, doubt not, her care should be,
¶To combe your noddle with a three-legg'd stoole,
¶And paint your face, and vse you like a foole.
370Gre. And me too, good Lord.
¶That wench is starke mad, or wonderfull froward.
¶Maids milde behauiour and sobrietie.
375Peace Tranio.
¶What I haue said, Bianca get you in,
¶and she knew why.
¶Sorrie am I that our good will effects
390Bianca's greefe.
¶Gre. Why will you mew her vp
¶(Signior Baptista) for this fiend of hell,
¶And make her beare the pennance of her tongue.
395Go in Bianca.
¶Preferre them hither: for to cunning men,
¶I will be very kinde and liberall,
¶To mine owne children, in good bringing vp,
405For I haue more to commune with Bianca.
Exit.
¶What shall I be appointed houres, as though
¶(Belike) I knew not what to take,
¶And what to leaue? Ha.
Exit
410Gre. You may go to the diuels dam: your guifts are
¶so good heere's none will holde you: Their loue is not
¶Farewell: yet for the loue I beare my sweet Bianca, if
415I can by any meanes light on a fit man to teach her that
¶Though the nature of our quarrell yet neuer brook'd
¶parle, know now vpon aduice, it toucheth vs both: that
¶be happie riuals in Bianca's loue, to labour and effect
¶one thing specially.
¶Gre. What's that I pray?
425Gre. A husband: a diuell.
¶her father be verie rich, any man is so verie a foole to be
¶married to hell ?
¶mine to endure her lowd alarums, why man there bee
¶good fellowes in the world, and a man could light on
¶them, would take her with all faults, and mony enough.
¶Gre. I cannot tell: but I had as lief take her dowrie
¶morning.
¶apples: but come, since this bar in law makes vs friends,
¶Sweet Bianca, happy man be his dole: hee that runnes
¶Grem I am agreed, and would I had giuen him the
¶roughly woe her, wed her, and bed her, and ridde the
¶house of her. Come on.
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Exeunt ambo. Manet Tranio and Lucentio
¶Luc. Oh Tranio, till I found it to be true,
¶That art to me as secret and as deere
¶As Anna to the Queene of Carthage was:
¶Tranio I burne, I pine, I perish Tranio,
¶If I atchieue not this yong modest gyrle:
¶Affection is not rated from the heart:
¶If loue haue touch'd you, naught remaines but so,
465Redime te captam quam queas minimo.
¶Luc Gramercies Lad: Go forward, this contents,
¶Perhaps you mark'd not what's the pith of all.
¶Such as the daughter of Agenor had,
¶That made great Ioue to humble him to her hand,
¶That mortal eares might hardly indure the din.
¶And with her breath she did perfume the ayre,
¶I pray awake sir: if you loue the Maide,
¶Bend thoughts and wits to atcheeue her. Thus it stands:
¶That til the Father rid his hands of her,
¶And therefore has he closely meu'd her vp,
¶Luc. Ah Tranio, what a cruell Fathers he:
¶But art thou not aduis'd, he tooke some care
¶Luc. I haue it Tranio.
¶Both our inuentions meet and iumpe in one.
¶And vndertake the teaching of the maid:
¶That's your deuice.
¶Luc. It is: May it be done?
¶And be in Padua heere Vincentio's sonne,
¶Keepe house, and ply his booke, welcome his friends,
¶Visit his Countrimen, and banquet them?
¶For man or master: then it followes thus;
¶Some Neapolitan, or meaner man of Pisa.
¶Vncase thee: take my Conlord hat and cloake,
¶When Biondello comes, he waites on thee,
515But I will charme him first to keepe his tongue.
¶Tra. So had you neede:
¶And I am tyed to be obedient,
¶For so your father charg'd me at our parting:
¶Although I thinke 'twas in another sence,
¶I am content to bee Lucentio,
525And let me be a slaue, t'atchieue that maide,
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Enter Biondello.
¶Heere comes the rogue. Sirra, where haue you bin?
¶Bion. Where haue I beene? Nay how now, where
¶cloathes, or you stolne his, or both? Pray what's the
¶newes?
¶And therefore frame your manners to the time
535Your fellow Tranio heere to saue my life,
¶Puts my apparrell, and my count'nance on,
¶And I for my escape haue put on his:
¶I kil'd a man, and feare I was descried:
540Waite you on him, I charge you, as becomes:
¶While I make way from hence to saue my life:
¶You vnderstand me?
¶Luc. And not a iot of Tranio in your mouth,
545Tranio is chang'd into Lucentio.
¶panies: When I am alone, why then I am Tranio: but in
¶Luc. Tranio let's go:
¶Sufficeth my reasons are both good and waighty.
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Exeunt. _The Presenters aboue speakes.
¶1. Man. My Lord you nod, you do not minde the
¶play.
¶Comes there any more of it?
¶Lady. My Lord, 'tis but begun.
¶Beg. 'Tis a verie excellent peece of worke, Madame
¶Ladie: would 'twere done.
They sit and marke.
