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Till you have done your business in the city :
Ped. O, sir, I do; and will repute you ever
Tra. Then go with me, to make the matter good. This, by the way, I let you understand; My father is here look'd for every day, To pass assurance of a dower in marriage 'Twixt me and one Baptista's daughter here: In all these circumstances I'll instruct you: Go with me, sir, to clothe you as becomes you.
SCENE III.-A Room in Petruchio's House.
What, did he marry me to famish me?
Gru. What say you to a neat's foot? Kath. 'Tis passing good; I pr'ythee let me have it. Gru. I fear, it is too cholerick a meat: How say you to a fat tripe, finely broil'd?
Kath. I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me. Gru. I cannot tell; I fear, 'tis cholerick. What say you to a piece of beef, and mustard? Kath. A dish that I do love to feed upon. Gru. Ay, but the mustard is too hot a little. Kath. Why, then the beef, and let the mustard
Gru. Nay, then I will not; you shall have the mustard, Or else you get no beef of Grumio.
Kath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt. Gru. Why, then the mustard without the beef. Kath. Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding slave, [Beats him. That feed'st me with the very name of meat: Sorrow on thee, and all the pack of you, That triumph thus upon my misery! Go, get thee gone, I say.
Enter PETRUCHIO, with a dish of meat; and HORTENSIO.
Pet. How fares my Kate? What, sweeting, all amort?
Hor. Mistress, what cheer?
'Faith, as cold as can be. Pet. Pluck up thy spirits, look cheerfully upon
Here, love; thou see'st how diligent I am, To dress thy meat myself, and bring it thee:
'Pray you, let it stand. Pet. The poorest service is repaid with thanks; And so shall mine, before you touch the meat. Kath. I thank you, sir.
Hor. Signior Petruchio, fye! you are to blame! Come, mistress Kate, I'll bear you company.
Pet. Eat it up all, Hortensio, if thou lov'st me.— [Aside.
[Sets the dish on a table. I am sure, sweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks. What, not a word? Nay then, thou lov'st it not; And all my pains is sorted to no proof; Here, take away this dish.
Much good do it unto thy gentle heart!
With silken coats, and caps, and golden rings,
Lay forth the gown. What news with you, sir?
Kath. I'll have no bigger; this doth fit the time, And gentlewomen wear such caps as these.
Pet. When you are gentle, you shall have one too, And not till then.
And speak I will; I am no child, no babe :
Pet. Why, thou say'st true; it is a paltry cap,
Kath. Love me, or love me not, I like the cap; And it I will have, or I will have none.
Pet. Thy gown? why, ay;-Come, tailor, let us see't.
O mercy, God! what masking stuff is here? What's this? a sleeve? 'tis like a demi-cannon: What! up and down, carv'd like an apple-tart? Here's snip, and nip, and cut, and slish, and slash, Like to a censer in a barber's shop:
Why, what, o'devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this? Hor. I see, she's like to have neither cap nor [Aside.
Tai. You bid me make it orderly and well, According to the fashion, and the time.
Pet. Marry, and did; but if you be remember'd,
I did not bid you mar it to the time.
Kath. I never saw a better fashion'd gown, More quaint, more pleasing, nor more commend.
able: Belike, you mean to make a puppet of me.
Pet. Why, true; he means to make a puppet | Take no unkindness of his hasty words:
[Exit Tailor. Pet. Well, come, my Kate; we will unto your father's,
Tai. She says, your worship means to make a puppet of her.
Pet. O monstrous arrogance! Thou liest, thou
Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail,
Tai. Your worship is deceived; the gown is made
Gru. I gave him no order, I gave him the stuff.
Tai. I have.
Gru. Face not me: thou hast braved many men ; brave not me; I will neither be faced nor braved. I say unto thee, I bid thy master cut out the gown; but I did not bid him cut it to pieces: ergo, thou liest.
Pet. Well, sir, in brief, the gown is not for me.
Pet. Go, take it up unto thy master's use. Gru. Villain, not for thy life: Take up my mistress' gown for thy master's use !
paid: :Go take it hence; begone, and say no more. Hor. Tailor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-mor
Even in these honest mean habiliments;
Kath. I dare assure you, sir, 'tis almost two;
Pet. It shall be seven, ere I go to horse:
Sirs, let't alone:
It shall be what o'clock I say it is.
Hor. Why, so! this gallant will command the
Enter BAPTISTA and LUCENTIO.
This is the gentleman I told you of:
Tra. But hast thou done thy errand to Baptista? Bion. I told him, that your father was at Venice; And that you look'd for him this day in Padua. Tra. Thou'rt a tall fellow; hold thee that to drink.
Pet. Why, sir, what's your conceit in that?
Gru. O, sir, the conceit is deeper than you think Here comes Baptista: :-set your countenance, sir.
Take up my mistress' gown to his master's use!
Pet. Hortensio, say thou wilt see the tailor
Sir, by your leave, having come to Padua
Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say;
4 about a counterfeit assurance: Take you assurance of her, cum privilegio ad imprimendum solùm: to the church; take the priest, clerk, and some sufficient honest witnesses:
If this be not that you look for, I have no more to
We be affied; and such assurance ta'en,
Bap. Not in my house, Lucentio; for, you know,
Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, sir: There doth my father lie; and there, this night, We'll pass the business privately and well: Send for your daughter by your servant here, My boy shall fetch the scrivener presently. The worst is this, that, at so slender warning, You're like to have a thin and slender pittance. Bap. It likes me well:- - Cambio, hie you home, And bid Bianca make her ready straight; And, if you will, tell what hath happened: Lucentio's father is arriv'd in Padua, And how she's like to be Lucentio's wife. Luc. I pray the gods she may, with all my heart! Tra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone. Signior Baptista, shall I lead the way? Welcome! one mess is like to be your cheer; Come, sir; we'll better it in Pisa.
I follow you. [Exeunt TRANIO, Pedant, and BAPTISTA. Bion. Cambio. Luc.
What say'st thou, Biondello? Bion. You saw my master wink and laugh upon you?
Luc. Biondello, what of that?
Bion. 'Faith nothing; but he has left me here behind, to expound the meaning or moral of his signs and tokens.
Luc. I pray thee, moralize them.
Bion. Then thus. Baptista is safe, talking with the deceiving father of a deceitful son.
Luc. And what of him?
Bion. His daughter is to be brought by you to the supper.
Luc. And then?
Bion. The old priest at Saint Luke's church is at your command at all hours.
Luc. And what of all this?
Bion. I cannot tell: except they are busied
But, bid Bianca farewell for ever and a day.
Luc. Hear'st thou, Biondello?
Bion. I cannot tarry: I knew a wench married in an afternoon as she went to the garden for parsley to stuff a rabbit; and so may you, sir; and so adieu, sir. My master hath appointed me to go to Saint Luke's, to bid the priest be ready to come against you come with your appendix. [Exit.
Luc. I may, and will, if she be so contented: She will be pleas'd, then wherefore should I doubt? Hap what hap may, I'll roundly go about her; It shall go hard, if Cambio go without her. [Exit.
Enter VINCENTIO, in a travelling dress. Good morrow, gentle mistress: Where away [To VINCENTIO. Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too, Hast thou beheld a fresher gentlewoman? Such war of white and red within her cheeks! What stars do spangle heaven with such beauty, As those two eyes become that heavenly face?— Fair lovely maid, once more good day to thee: Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's sake. Hor. 'A will make the man mad, to make a wo man of him.
Kath. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and sweet,
Whither away; or where is thy abode?
Pet. Why, how now, Kate! I hope thou art not mad:
This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither'd;
Kath. Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes,
Pet. Do, good old grandsire; and, withal, make known
Which way thou travellest: if along with us,
Vin. Fair sir, and you my merry mistress, That with your strange encounter much amaz'd
Vin. What if a man bring him a hundred pound
or two, to make merry withal?
Pet. What is his name?
Vin. But is this true? or is it else your pleasure,
Hor. I do assure thee, father, so it is. Pet. Come, go along, and see the truth hereof; For our first merriment hath made thee jealous. [Exeunt PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, and VINCENTIO.
Hor. Well, Petruchio, this hath put me in heart. Have to my widow; and if she be forward, Then hast thou taught Hortensio to be untoward. [Erit.
Ped. Keep your hundred pounds to yourself; he shall need none, so long as I live.
Pet. Nay, I told you, your son was beloved in Padua. Do you hear, sir?-to leave frivolous circumstances, I pray you, tell signior Lucentio, that his father is come from Pisa, and is here at the door to speak with him.
Ped. Thou liest; his father is come from Pisa, and here looking out at the window.
Vin. Art thou his father?
Ped. Ay, sir; so his mother says, if I may believe her.
Pet. Why, how now, gentleman! [To VINCEN.] why, this is flat knavery, to take upon you another man's name.
Enter Pedant above, at a window.
Ped. What's he, that knocks as he would beat down the gate?
Vin. Is signior Lucentio within, sir?
Bion. What, my old, worshipful old master? yes,
Vin. Is't so, indeed?
Ped. He's within, sir, but not to be spoken | marry, sir; see where he looks out of the window. withal. [Beats BIONDello. Bion. Help, help, help! here's a madman will murder me.
Bion. Forgot you? no, sir: I could not forget you, for I never saw you before in all my life
Vin. What, you notorious villain, didst thou never see thy master's father, Vincentio?
Ped. Help, son! help, signior Baptista!
[Exit, from the window.
Pe. Pr'ythee, Kate, let's stand aside, and see the end of this controversy. [They retire. Re-enter Pedant below; BAPTISTA, TRANIO, and Servants.
Tra. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my servant?
Vin. What am I, sir? nay, what are you, sir?— O immortal gods? O fine villain! A silken doublet! a velvet hose! a scarlet cloak! and a copatain hat! — 0, I am undone! I am undone! while I play the good husband at home, my son and my servant spend all at the university.
Tra. How now! what's the matter?
Tra. Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman by your habit, but your words show you a madman : Why, sir, what concerns it you, if I wear pearl and gold? I thank my good father, I am able to main
Vin. Thy father? O villain! he is a sail-maker in Bergamo.
Bap. You mistake, sir; you mistake, sir: Pray, what do you think is his name?
Vin. His name? as if I knew not his name: I have brought him up ever since he was three years old, and his name is Tranio.
Ped. Away, away, mad ass! his name is Lucentio; and he is mine only son, and heir to the lands of me, signior Vincentio.
Vin. Lucentio! O, he hath murdered his master ! Lay hold on him, I charge you, in the duke's name: O, my son, my son! - - tell me, thou villain, where is my son, Lucentio?
Tra. Call forth an officer: [Enter one with an Officer.] carry this mad knave to the gaol: -Father, Baptista, I charge you see, that he be forthcoming.
Vin. Carry me to the gaol!
Gre. Stay, officer; he shall not go to prison. Bap. Talk not, signior Gremio; I say, he shall go to prison.
Gre. Take heed, signior Baptista, lest you be coney-catched in this business; I dare swear, this is the right Vincentio.
Ped. Swear, if thou darest.
Gre. Nay, I dare not swear it.
Tra. Then thou wert best say, that I am not Lucentio.
Gre. Yes, I know thee to be signior Lucentio.
Re-enter BIONDELLO, with LUCENTIO and BIANCA.
Bion. O, we are spoiled, and - Yonder he is; deny him, forswear him, or else we are all undone. Luc. Pardon, sweet father. [Kneeling. Vin. Lives my sweetest son? [BIONDELLO, TRANIO, and Pedant run out. Bian. Pardon, dear father. [Kneeling. Bap.
How hast thou offended?
Where is Lucentio?
Gre. Here's packing, with a witness, to deceive us all!
Vin. Where is that damned villain, Tranio, That fac'd and brav'd me in this matter so?
Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio?
Vin. I'll slit the villain's nose, that would nave
Bap. But do you hear, sir? [To LUCENTIO.]
But I will in, to be revenged for this villainy!
PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA advance.
Kath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end of
Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will.
Kath. No, sir; God forbid :-but ashamed to kiss.
SCENE II. A Room in Lucentio's House.
Luc. At last, though long, our jarring notes agree⚫
[They sit at table.
Pet. You are sensible, and yet you miss my sense;
Wid. He that is giddy, thinks the world turne