856Bian.Good sister wrong me not, nor wrong your self,

857To make a bondmaide and a slaue of mee,

858That I disdaine: but for these other goods,

859Vnbinde my hands, Ile pull them off my selfe,

860Yea all my raiment, to my petticoate,

861Or what you will command me, wil I do,

862So well I know my dutie to my elders.

863Kate. Of all thy sutors heere I charge tel

864Whom thou lou'st best: see thou dissemble not.

865Bianca. Beleeue me sister, of all the men aliue,

866I neuer yet beheld that speciall face,

867Which I could fancie, more then any other.

868Kate. Minion thou lyest: Is't not Hortensio?

869Bian. If you affect him sister, heere I sweare

870Ile pleade for you my selfe, but you shal haue him.

871Kate. Oh then belike you fancie riches more,

872You wil haue Gremio to keepe you faire.

873Bian. Is it for him you do enuie me so?

874Nay then you iest, and now I wel perceiue

875You haue but iested with me all this while:

876I prethee sister Kate, vntie my hands.

877Ka. If that be iest, then all the rest was so. Strikes her

879Bap. Why how now Dame, whence growes this in-

880solence?

881Bianca stand aside, poore gyrle she weepes:

882Go ply thy Needle, meddle not with her.

883For shame thou Hilding of a diuellish spirit,

884Why dost thou wrong her, that did nere wrong thee?

885When did she crosse thee with a bitter word?

886Kate. Her silence flouts me, and Ile be reueng'd.

888Bap. What in my sight? Bianca get thee in. Exit.

889Kate. What will you not suffer me: Nay now I see

890She is your treasure, she must haue a husband,

891I must dance bare-foot on her wedding day,

892And for your loue to her, leade Apes in hell.

893Talke not to me, I will go sit and weepe,

894Till I can finde occasion of reuenge.

895Bap. Was euer Gentleman thus greeu'd as I?

896But who comes heere.

900Gre. Good morrow neighbour Baptista.

901Bap. Good morrow neighbour Gremio: God saue

902you Gentlemen.

903Pet. And you good sir: pray haue you not a daugh-

904ter, cal'd Katerina, faire and vertuous.

905Bap. I haue a daughter sir, cal'd Katerina.

906Gre. You are too blunt, go to it orderly.

907Pet. You wrong me signior Gremio, giue me leaue.

908I am a Gentleman of Verona sir,

909That hearing of her beautie, and her wit,

910Her affability and bashfull modestie:

911Her wondrous qualities, and milde behauiour,

912Am bold to shew my selfe a forward guest

913Within your house, to make mine eye the witnesse

914Of that report, which I so oft haue heard,

915And for an entrance to my entertainment,

916I do present you with a man of mine

917Cunning in Musicke, and the Mathematickes,

918To instruct her fully in those sciences,

919Whereof I know she is not ignorant,

920Accept of him, or else you do me wrong,

921His name is Litio, borne in Mantua.

922Bap. Y'are welcome sir, and he for your good sake.

923But for my daughter Katerine, this I know,

924She is not for your turne, the more my greefe.

925Pet. I see you do not meane to part with her,

926Or else you like not of my companie.

927Bap. Mistake me not, I speake but as I finde,

928Whence are you sir? What may I call your name.

929Pet. Petruchio is my name, Antonio's sonne,

930A man well knowne throughout all Italy.

931Bap. I know him well: you are welcome for his sake.

932Gre. Sauing your tale Petruchio, I pray let vs that are

933poore petitioners speake too? Bacare, you are meruay-

934lous forward.

935Pet. Oh, Pardon me signior Gremio, I would faine be

936doing.

937Gre. I doubt it not sir. But you will curse

938Your wooing neighbors: this is a guift

939Very gratefull, I am sure of it, to expresse

940The like kindnesse my selfe, that haue beene

941More kindely beholding to you then any:

942Freely giue vnto this yong Scholler, that hath

943Beene long studying at Rhemes, as cunning

944In Greeke, Latine, and other Languages,

945As the other in Musicke and Mathematickes:

946His name is Cambio: pray accept his seruice.

947Bap. A thousand thankes signior Gremio:

948Welcome good Cambio. But gentle sir,

949Me thinkes you walke like a stranger,

950May I be so bold, to know the cause of your comming?

951Tra. Pardon me sir, the boldnesse is mine owne,

952That being a stranger in this Cittie heere,

953Do make my selfe as utor to your daughter,

954Vnto Bianca, faire and vertuous:

955Nor is your firme resolue vnknowne to me,

956In the preferment of the eldest sister.

957This liberty is all that I request,

958That vpon knowledge of my Parentage,

959I may haue welcome 'mongst the rest that woo,

960And free accesse and fauour as the rest.

961And toward the education of your daughters:

962I heere bestow a simple instrument,

963And this small packet of Greeke and Latine bookes:

964If you accept them, then their worth is great:

965Bap. Lucentio is your name, of whence I pray.

966Tra. Of Pisa sir, sonne to Vincentio.

967Bap. A mightie man of Pisa by report,

968I know him well: you are verie welcome sir:

969Take you the Lute, and you the set of bookes,

970You shall go see your Pupils presently.

971Holla, within.

973Sirrah, leade these Gentlemen

974To my daughters, and tell them both

975These are their Tutors, bid them vse them well,

976We will go walke a little in the Orchard,

977And then to dinner: you are passing welcome,

978And so I pray you all to thinke your selues.

979Pet. Signior Baptista, my businesse asketh haste,

980And euerie day I cannot come to woo,

981You knew my father well, and in him me,

982Left solie heire to all his Lands and goods,

983Which I haue bettered rather then decreast,

984Then tell me, if I get your daughters loue,

985What dowrie shall I haue with her to wife.

986Bap. After my death, the one halfe of my Lands,

987And in possession twentie thousand Crownes.

988Pet And for that dowrie, Ile assure her of

989Her widdow-hood, be it that she suruiue me

990In all my Lands and Leases whatsoeuer,

991Let specialties be therefore drawne betweene vs,

992That couenants may be kept on either hand.

993Bap. I, when the speciall thing is well obtain'd,

994That is her loue: for that is all in all.

995Pet. Why that is nothing: for I tell you father,

996I am as peremptorie as she proud minded:

997And where two raging fires meete together,

998They do consume the thing that feedes their furie.

999Though little fire growes great with little winde,

1000yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all:

1001So I to her, and so she yeelds to me,

1002For I am rough, and woo not like a babe.

1003Bap. Well maist thou woo, and happy be thy speed:

1004But be thou arm'd for some vnhappie words.

1005Pet. I to the proofe, as Mountaines are for windes,

1006That shakes not, though they blow perpetually.

1008Bap. How now my friend, why dost thou looke so

1009pale?

1010Hor. For feare I promise you, if I looke pale.

1011Bap. What, will my daughter proue a good Musiti-

1012an?

1013Hor. I thinke she'l sooner proue a souldier,

1014Iron may hold with her, but neuer Lutes.

1015Bap. Why then thou canst not break her to the Lute?

1016Hor. Why no, for she hath broke the Lute to me:

1017I did but tell her she mistooke her frets,

1018And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering,

1019When (with a most impatient diuellish spirit)

1020Frets call you these? (quoth she) Ile fume with them:

1021And with that word she stroke me on the head,

1022And through the instrument my pate made way,

1023And there I stood amazed for a while,

1024As on a Pillorie, looking through the Lute,

1025While she did call me Rascall, Fidler,

1026And twangling Iacke, with twentie such vilde tearmes,

1027As had she studied to misvse me so.

1028Pet. Now by the world, it is a lustie Wench,

1029I loue her ten times more then ere I did,

1030Oh how I long to haue some chat with her.

1031Bap. Wel go with me, and be not so discomfited.

1032Proceed in practise with my yonger daughter,

1033She's apt to learne, and thankefull for good turnes:

1034Signior Petruchio, will you go with vs,

1035Or shall I send my daughter Kate to you.

1037Pet. I pray you do. Ile attend her heere,

1038And woo her with some spirit when she comes,

1039Say that she raile, why then Ile tell her plaine,

1040She sings as sweetly as a Nightinghale:

1041Say that she frowne, Ile say she lookes as cleere

1042As morning Roses newly washt with dew:

1043Say she be mute, and will not speake a word,

1044Then Ile commend her volubility,

1045And say she vttereth piercing eloquence:

1046If she do bid me packe, Ile giue her thankes,

1047As though she bid me stay by her a weeke:

1048If she denie to wed, Ile craue the day

1049When I shall aske the banes, and when be married.

1050But heere she comes, and now Petruchio speake.

1052Good morrow Kate, for thats your name I heare.

1053Kate. Well haue you heard, but something hard of

1054hearing:

1055They call me Katerine, that do talke of me.

1056Pet. You lye infaith, for you are call'd plaine Kate,

1057And bony Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst:

1058But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendome,

1059Kate of Kate-hall, my super-daintie Kate,

1060For dainties are all Kates, and therefore Kate

1061Take this of me, Kate of my consolation,

1062Hearing thy mildnesse prais'd in euery Towne,

1063Thy vertues spoke of, and thy beautie sounded,

1064Yet not so deepely as to thee belongs,

1065My selfe am moou'd to woo thee for my wife.

1066Kate. Mou'd, in good time, let him that mou'd you

1067hether

1068Remoue you hence: I knew you at the first

1069You were a mouable.

1070Pet. Why, what's a mouable?

1071Kat. A ioyn'd stoole.

1072Pet. Thou hast hit it: come sit on me.

1073Kate. Asses are made to beare, and so are you.

1074Pet. Women are made to beare, and so are you.

1075Kate. No such Iade as you, if me you meane.

1076Pet. Alas good Kate, I will not burthen thee,

1077For knowing thee to be but yong and light.

1078Kate. Too light for such a swaine as you to catch,

1079And yet as heauie as my waight should be.

1080Pet. Shold be, should: buzze.

1081Kate. Well tane, and like a buzzard.

1082Pet.Oh slow-wing'd Turtle, shal a buzard take thee?

1083Kat. I for a Turtle, as he takes a buzard.

1084Pet. Come, come you Waspe, y'faith you are too

1085angrie.

1086Kate. If I be waspish, best beware my sting.

1087Pet. My remedy is then to plucke it out.

1088Kate. I, if the foole could finde it where it lies.

1089Pet. Who knowes not where a Waspe does weare

1090his sting? In his taile.

1091Kate. In his tongue?

1092Pet. Whose tongue.

1093Kate. Yours if you talke of tales, and so farewell.

1094Pet. What with my tongue in your taile.

1095Nay, come againe, good Kate, I am a Gentleman,

1096Kate. That Ile trie. she strikes him

1097Pet. I sweare Ile cuffe you, if you strike againe.

1098Kate. So may you loose your armes,

1099If you strike me, you are no Gentleman,

1100And if no Gentleman, why then no armes.

1101Pet. A Herald Kate? Oh put me in thy bookes.

1102Kate. What is your Crest, a Coxcombe?

1103Pet. A comblesse Cocke, so Kate will be my Hen.

1104Kate. No Cocke of mine, you crow too like a crauen

1105Pet. Nay come Kate, come: you must not looke so

1106sowre.

1107Kate. It is my fashion when I see a Crab.

1108Pet. Why heere's no crab, and therefore looke not

1109sowre.

1110Kate. There is, there is.

1111Pet. Then shew it me.

1112Kate. Had I a glasse, I would.

1113Pet. What, you meane my face.

1114Kate. Well aym'd of such a yong one.

1115Pet. Now by S. George I am too yong for you.

1116Kate. Yet you are wither'd.

1117Pet. 'Tis with cares.

1118Kate. I care not.

1119Pet. Nay heare you Kate. Insooth you scape not so.

1120Kate. I chafe you if I tarrie. Let me go.

1121Pet. No, not a whit, I finde you passing gentle:

1122'Twas told me you were rough, and coy, and sullen,

1123And now I finde report a very liar:

1124For thou art pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous,

1125But slow in speech: yet sweet as spring-time flowers.

1126Thou canst not frowne, thou canst not looke a sconce,

1127Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will,

1128Nor hast thou pleasure to be crosse in talke:

1129But thou with mildnesse entertain'st thy wooers,

1130With gentle conference, soft, and affable.

1131Why does the world report that Kate doth limpe?

1132Oh sland'rous world: Kate like the hazle twig

1133Is straight, and slender, and as browne in hue

1134As hazle nuts, and sweeter then the kernels:

1135Oh let me see thee walke: thou dost not halt.

1136Kate. Go foole, and whom thou keep'st command.

1137Pet. Did euer Dian so become a Groue

1138As Kate this chamber with her princely gate:

1139O be thou Dian, and let her be Kate,

1140And then let Kate be chaste, and Dian sportfull.

1141Kate. Where did you study all this goodly speech?

1142Petr. It is extempore, from my mother wit.

1143Kate. A witty mother, witlesse else her sonne.

1144Pet. Am I not wise?

1145Kat. Yes, keepe you warme.

1146Pet. Marry so I meane sweet Katherine in thy bed:

1147And therefore setting all this chat aside,

1148Thus in plaine termes: your father hath consented

1149That you shall be my wife; your dowry greed on,

1150And will you, nill you, I will marry you.

1151Now Kate, I am a husband for your turne,

1152For by this light, whereby I see thy beauty,

1153Thy beauty that doth make me like thee well,

1154Thou must be married to no man but me,

1156For I am he am borne to tame you Kate,

1157And bring you from a wilde Kate to a Kate

1158Conformable as other houshold Kates:

1159Heere comes your father, neuer make deniall,

1160Imust, and will haue Katherine to my wife.

1161Bap. Now Signior Petruchio, how speed you with my (daughter?

1162Pet. How but well sir?how but well?

1163It were impossible I should speed amisse.

1164Bap. Why how now daughter Katherine, in your (dumps?

1165Kat. Call you me daughter? now I promise you

1166You haue shewd a tender fatherly regard,

1167To wish me wed to one halfe Lunaticke,

1168A mad-cap ruffian, and a swearing Iacke,

1169That thinkes with oathes to face the matter out.

1170Pet. Father, 'tis thus, your selfe and all the world

1171That talk'd of her, haue talk'd amisse of her:

1172If she be curst, it is for pollicie,

1173For shee's not froward, but modest as the Doue,

1174Shee is not hot, but temperate as the morne,

1175For patience shee will proue a second Grissell,

1176And Romane Lucrece for her chastitie:

1177And to conclude, we haue greed so well together,

1178That vpon sonday is the wedding day.

1179Kate. Ile see thee hang'd on sonday first.

1180Gre. Hark Petruchio, she saies shee'll see thee hang'd (first.

1181Tra.Is this your speeding?nay thē godnight our part.

1182Pet. Be patient gentlemen, I choose her for my selfe,

1183If she and I be pleas'd, what's that to you?

1184'Tis bargain'd twixt vs twaine being alone,

1185That she shall still be curst in company.

1186I tell you 'tis incredible to beleeue

1187How much she loues me: oh the kindest Kate,

1188Shee hung about my necke, and kisse on kisse

1189Shee vi'd so fast, protesting oath on oath,

1190That in a twinke she won me to her loue.

1191Oh you are nouices, 'tis a world to see

1192How tame when men and women are alone,

1193A meacocke wretch can make the curstest shrew:

1194Giue me thy hand Kate, I will vnto Venice

1195To buy apparell 'gainst the wedding day;

1196Prouide the feast father, and bid the guests,

1197I will be sure my Katherine shall be fine.

1198Bap. I know not what to say, but giue me your hāds,

1199God send you ioy, Petruchio, 'tis a match.

1200Gre.Tra. Amen say we, we will be witnesses.

1201Pet. Father, and wife, and gentlemen adieu,

1202I will to Venice, sonday comes apace,

1203We will haue rings, and things, and fine array,

1204And kisse me Kate, we will be married a sonday.

1206Gre. Was euer match clapt vp so sodainly?

1207Bap. Faith Gentlemen now I play a marchants part,

1208And venture madly on a desperate Mart.

1209Tra. Twas a commodity lay fretting by you,

1210'Twill bring you gaine, or perish on the seas.

1211Bap. The gaine I seeke, is quiet me the match.

1212Gre. No doubt but he hath got a quiet catch:

1213But now Baptista, to your yonger daughter,

1214Now is the day we long haue looked for,

1215I am your neighbour, and was suter first.

1216Tra. And I am one that loue Bianca more

1217Then words can witnesse, or your thoughts can guesse.

1218Gre. Yongling thou canst not loue so deare as I.

1219Tra. Gray-beard thy loue doth freeze.

1220Gre. But thine doth frie,

1221Skipper stand backe, 'tis age that nourisheth.

1222Tra. But youth in Ladies eyes that florisheth.

1223Bap.Content you gentlemen, I wil cōpound this strife

1224'Tis deeds must win the prize, and he of both

1225That can assure my daughter greatest dower,

1226Shall haue my Biancas loue.

1227Say signior Gremio, what can you assure her?

1228Gre. First, as you know, my house within the City

1229Is richly furnished with plate and gold,

1230Basons and ewers to laue her dainty hands:

1231My hangings all of tirian tapestry:

1232In Iuory cofers I haue stuft my crownes:

1233In Cypres chests my arras counterpoints,

1234Costly apparell, tents, and Canopies,

1235Fine Linnen, Turky cushions bost with pearle,

1236Vallens of Venice gold, in needle worke:

1237Pewter and brasse, and all things that belongs

1238To house or house-keeping: then at my farme

1239I haue a hundred milch-kine to the pale,

1240Sixe-score fat Oxen standing in my stalls,

1241And all things answerable to this portion.

1242My selfe am strooke in yeeres I must confesse,

1243And if I die to morrow this is hers,

1244If whil'st I liue she will be onely mine.

1245Tra. That only came well in: sir, list to me,

1246I am my fathers heyre and onely sonne,

1247If I may haue your daughter to my wife,

1248Ile leaue her houses three or foure as good

1249Within rich Pisa walls, as any one

1250Old Signior Gremio has in Padua,

1251Besides, two thousand Duckets by the yeere

1252Of fruitfull land, all which shall be her ioynter.

1253What, haue I pincht you Signior Gremio?

1254Gre. Two thousand Duckets by the yeere of land,

1255My Land amounts not to so much in all:

1256That she shall haue, besides an Argosie

1257That now is lying in Marcellus roade:

1258What, haue I choakt you with an Argosie?

1259Tra. Gremio, 'tis knowne my father hath no lesse

1260Then three great Argosies, besides two Galliasses

1261And twelue tite Gallies, these I will assure her,

1262And twice as much what ere thou offrest next.

1263Gre. Nay, I haue offred all, I haue no more,

1264And she can haue no more then all I haue,

1265If you like me, she shall haue me and mine.

1266Tra. Why then the maid is mine from all the world

1267By your firme promise, Gremio is out-vied.

1268Bap. I must confesse your offer is the best,

1269And let your father make her the assurance,

T Shee

1270Shee is your owne, else you must pardon me:

1271If you should die before him, where's her dower?

1272Tra. That's but a cauill: he is olde, I young.

1273Gre. And may not yong men die as well as old?

1274Bap. Well gentlemen, I am thus resolu'd,

1275On sonday next, you know

1276My daughter Katherine is to be married:

1277Now on the sonday following, shall Bianca

1278Be Bride to you, if you make this assurance:

1279If not, to Signior Gremio:

1280And so I take my leaue, and thanke you both. Exit.

1281Gre. Adieu good neighbour: now I feare thee not:

1282Sirra, yong gamester, your father were a foole

1283To giue thee all, and in his wayning age

1284Set foot vnder thy table: tut, a toy,

1285An olde Italian foxe is not so kinde my boy. Exit.

1286Tra. A vengeance on your crafty withered hide,

1287Yet I haue fac'd it with a card of ten:

1288'Tis in my head to doe my master good:

1289I see no reason but suppos'd Lucentio

1290Must get a father, call'd suppos'd Uincentio,

1291And that's a wonder: fathers commonly

1292Doe get their children: but in this case of woing,

1293A childe shall get a sire, if I faile not of my cunning.Exit.