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  • Title: The Taming of the Shrew (Folio, 1623)
  • Editor: Erin Kelly
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-468-4

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Erin Kelly
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    The Taming of the Shrew (Folio, 1623)

    The Taming of the Shrew.
    Bion. What my old worshipfull old master? yes
    marie sir see where he lookes out of the window.
    Uin. Ist so indeede. He beates Biondello.
    2435Bion. Helpe, helpe, helpe, here's a mad man will mur-
    der me.
    Pedan. Helpe, sonne, helpe signior Baptista.
    Petr. Pree the Kate let's stand aside and see the end of
    this controuersie.

    Enter Pedant with seruants, Baptista, Tranio.
    Tra. Sir, what are you that offer to beate my ser-
    Vinc. What am I sir: nay what are you sir: oh immor-
    tall Goddes: oh fine villaine, a silken doublet, a vel-
    2445uet hose, a scarlet cloake, and a copataine hat: oh I am
    vndone, I am vndone: while I plaie the good husband
    at home, my sonne and my seruant spend all at the vni-
    Tra. How now, what's the matter?
    2450Bapt. What is the man lunaticke?
    Tra. Sir, you seeme a sober ancient Gentleman by
    your habit: but your words shew you a mad man: why
    sir, what cernes it you, if I weare Pearle and gold: I thank
    my good Father, I am able to maintaine it.
    2455Vin. Thy father: oh villaine, he is a Saile-maker in
    Bap. You mistake sir, you mistake sir, praie what do
    you thinke is his name?
    Vin. His name, as if I knew not his name: I haue
    2460brought him vp euer since he was three yeeres old, and
    his name is Tronio.
    Ped. Awaie, awaie mad asse, his name is Lucentio, and
    he is mine onelie sonne and heire to the Lands of me sig-
    nior Vincentio.
    2465Ven. Lucentio: oh he hath murdred his Master; laie
    hold on him I charge you in the Dukes name: oh my
    sonne, my sonne: tell me thou villaine, where is my son
    Tra. Call forth an officer: Carrie this mad knaue to
    2470the Iaile: father Baptista, I charge you see that hee be
    forth comming.
    Vinc. Carrie me to the Iaile?
    Gre. Staie officer, he shall not go to prison.
    Bap. Talke not signior Gremio: I saie he shall goe to
    Gre. Take heede signior Baptista, least you be coni-
    catcht in this businesse: I dare sweare this is the right
    Ped. Sweare if thou dar'st.
    2480Gre. Naie, I dare not sweare it.
    Tran. Then thou wert best saie that I am not Lu-
    Gre. Yes, I know thee to be signior Lucentio.
    Bap. Awaie with the dotard, to the Iaile with him.
    Enter Biondello, Lucentio and Bianeu.
    Vin. Thus strangers may be haild and abusd: oh mon-
    strous villaine.
    Bion. Oh we are spoil'd, and yonder he is, denie him,
    forsweare him, or else we are all vndone.
    Exit Biondello, Tranio and Pedant as fast as may be.
    Luc. Pardon sweete father.
    Vin. Liues my sweete sonne?
    Bian. Pardon deere father.
    Bap. How hast thou offended, where is Lucentio?
    2495Luc. Here's Lucentio, right sonne to the right Uin-
    That haue by marriage made thy daughter mine,
    While counterfeit supposes bleer'd thine eine.
    Gre. Here's packing with a witnesse to deceiue vs all.
    2500Vin. Where is that damned villaine Tranio,
    That fac'd and braued me in this matter so?
    Bup. Why, tell me is not this my Cambio?
    Bian. Cambio is chang'd into Lucentio.
    Luc. Loue wrought these miracles. Biancas loue
    2505Made me exchange my state with Tranio,
    While he did beare my countenance in the towne,
    And happilie I haue arriued at the last
    Vnto the wished hauen of my blisse:
    What Tranio did, my selfe enforst him to;
    2510Then pardon him sweete Father for my sake.
    Uin. Ile slit the villaines nose that would haue sent
    me to the Iaile.
    Bap. But doe you heare sir, haue you married my
    daughter without asking my good will?
    2515Vin. Feare not Baptista, we will content you, goe to:
    but I will in to be reueng'd for this villanie.
    Bap. And I to sound the depth of this knauerie. Exit.
    Luc. Looke not pale Bianca, thy father will not frown.
    2520Gre. My cake is dough, hbut Ile in among the rest,
    Out of hope of all, but my share of the feast.
    Kate.Husband let's follow, to see the end of this adoe.
    Petr. First kisse me Kate, and we will.
    Kate. What in the midst of the streete?
    2525Petr. What art thou asham'd of me?
    Kate. Mo sir, God forbid, but asham'd to kisse.
    Petr. Why then let's home againe: Come Sirra let's
    Kate. Nay, I will giue thee a kisse, now praie thee
    2530Loue staie.
    Petr. Is not this well? come my sweete Kate.
    Better once then neuer, for neuer to late.

    Actus Quintus.

    Enter Baptista, Vincentio, Gremio, the Pedant, Lucentio, and
    Bianca. Tranio, Biondello Grumio, and Widdow:
    The Seruingmen with Tranio bringing
    in a Banquet.
    Luc. At last, though long, our iarring notes agree,
    And time it is when raging warre is come,
    2540To smile at scapes and perils ouerblowne:
    My faire Bianca bid my father welcome,
    While I with selfesame kindnesse welcome thine:
    Brother Petruchio, sister Katerina,
    And thou Hortentio with thy louing Widdow:
    2545Feast with the best, and welcome to my house,
    My Banket is to close our stomakes vp
    After our great good cheere: praie you sit downe,
    For now we sit to chat as well as eate.
    Petr. Nothing but sit and sit, and eate and eate.
    2550Bap. Padua affords this kindnesse, sonne Petruchio.
    Petr. Padua affords nothing but what is kinde.
    Hor. For both our sakes I would that word were true.
    Pet. Now for my life Hortentio feares his Widow.
    Wid. Then neuer trust me if I be affeard.
    2555Petr. You are verie sencible, and yet you misse my
    I meane Hortentio is afeard of you.
    Wid. He