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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. 215
    Enter Baptista.
    Bap. Why how now Dame, whence growes this in-
    880solence?
    Bianca stand aside, poore gyrle she weepes:
    Go ply thy Needle, meddle not with her.
    For shame thou Hilding of a diuellish spirit,
    Why dost thou wrong her, that did nere wrong thee?
    885When did she crosse thee with a bitter word?
    Kate. Her silence flouts me, and Ile be reueng'd.
    Flies after Bianca
    Bap. What in my sight? Bianca get thee in. Exit.
    Kate. What will you not suffer me: Nay now I see
    890She is your treasure, she must haue a husband,
    I must dance bare-foot on her wedding day,
    And for your loue to her, leade Apes in hell.
    Talke not to me, I will go sit and weepe,
    Till I can finde occasion of reuenge.
    895Bap. Was euer Gentleman thus greeu'd as I?
    But who comes heere.

    Enter Gremio, Lucentio, in the habit of a meane man,
    Petruchio with Tranio, with his boy
    bearing a Lute and Bookes.

    900Gre. Good morrow neighbour Baptista.
    Bap. Good morrow neighbour Gremio: God saue
    you Gentlemen.
    Pet. And you good sir: pray haue you not a daugh-
    ter, cal'd Katerina, faire and vertuous.
    905Bap. I haue a daughter sir, cal'd Katerina.
    Gre. You are too blunt, go to it orderly.
    Pet. You wrong me signior Gremio, giue me leaue.
    I am a Gentleman of Verona sir,
    That hearing of her beautie, and her wit,
    910Her affability and bashfull modestie:
    Her wondrous qualities, and milde behauiour,
    Am bold to shew my selfe a forward guest
    Within your house, to make mine eye the witnesse
    Of that report, which I so oft haue heard,
    915And for an entrance to my entertainment,
    I do present you with a man of mine
    Cunning in Musicke, and the Mathematickes,
    To instruct her fully in those sciences,
    Whereof I know she is not ignorant,
    920Accept of him, or else you do me wrong,
    His name is Litio, borne in Mantua.
    Bap. Y'are welcome sir, and he for your good sake.
    But for my daughter Katerine, this I know,
    She is not for your turne, the more my greefe.
    925Pet. I see you do not meane to part with her,
    Or else you like not of my companie.
    Bap. Mistake me not, I speake but as I finde,
    Whence are you sir? What may I call your name.
    Pet. Petruchio is my name, Antonio's sonne,
    930A man well knowne throughout all Italy.
    Bap. I know him well: you are welcome for his sake.
    Gre. Sauing your tale Petruchio, I pray let vs that are
    poore petitioners speake too? Bacare, you are meruay-
    lous forward.
    935Pet. Oh, Pardon me signior Gremio, I would faine be
    doing.
    Gre. I doubt it not sir. But you will curse
    Your wooing neighbors: this is a guift
    Very gratefull, I am sure of it, to expresse
    940The like kindnesse my selfe, that haue beene
    More kindely beholding to you then any:
    Freely giue vnto this yong Scholler, that hath
    Beene long studying at Rhemes, as cunning
    In Greeke, Latine, and other Languages,
    945As the other in Musicke and Mathematickes:
    His name is Cambio: pray accept his seruice.
    Bap. A thousand thankes signior Gremio:
    Welcome good Cambio. But gentle sir,
    Me thinkes you walke like a stranger,
    950May I be so bold, to know the cause of your comming?
    Tra. Pardon me sir, the boldnesse is mine owne,
    That being a stranger in this Cittie heere,
    Do make my selfe as utor to your daughter,
    Vnto Bianca, faire and vertuous:
    955Nor is your firme resolue vnknowne to me,
    In the preferment of the eldest sister.
    This liberty is all that I request,
    That vpon knowledge of my Parentage,
    I may haue welcome 'mongst the rest that woo,
    960And free accesse and fauour as the rest.
    And toward the education of your daughters:
    I heere bestow a simple instrument,
    And this small packet of Greeke and Latine bookes:
    If you accept them, then their worth is great:
    965Bap. Lucentio is your name, of whence I pray.
    Tra. Of Pisa sir, sonne to Vincentio.
    Bap. A mightie man of Pisa by report,
    I know him well: you are verie welcome sir:
    Take you the Lute, and you the set of bookes,
    970You shall go see your Pupils presently.
    Holla, within.
    Enter a Seruant.
    Sirrah, leade these Gentlemen
    To my daughters, and tell them both
    975These are their Tutors, bid them vse them well,
    We will go walke a little in the Orchard,
    And then to dinner: you are passing welcome,
    And so I pray you all to thinke your selues.
    Pet. Signior Baptista, my businesse asketh haste,
    980And euerie day I cannot come to woo,
    You knew my father well, and in him me,
    Left solie heire to all his Lands and goods,
    Which I haue bettered rather then decreast,
    Then tell me, if I get your daughters loue,
    985What dowrie shall I haue with her to wife.
    Bap. After my death, the one halfe of my Lands,
    And in possession twentie thousand Crownes.
    Pet And for that dowrie, Ile assure her of
    Her widdow-hood, be it that she suruiue me
    990In all my Lands and Leases whatsoeuer,
    Let specialties be therefore drawne betweene vs,
    That couenants may be kept on either hand.
    Bap. I, when the speciall thing is well obtain'd,
    That is her loue: for that is all in all.
    995Pet. Why that is nothing: for I tell you father,
    I am as peremptorie as she proud minded:
    And where two raging fires meete together,
    They do consume the thing that feedes their furie.
    Though little fire growes great with little winde,
    1000yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all:
    So I to her, and so she yeelds to me,
    For I am rough, and woo not like a babe.
    Bap. Well maist thou woo, and happy be thy speed:
    But be thou arm'd for some vnhappie words.
    1005Pet. I to the proofe, as Mountaines are for windes,
    That shakes not, though they blow perpetually.
    Enter Hortensio with his head broke.
    Bpa.
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