Unit 1

ACT I

SCENE I. Padua. A public place.

Enter Lucentio and his man Tranio

LUCENTIO

Tranio, since for the great desire I had

To see fair Padua, nursery of arts,

I am arrived for fruitful Lombardy,

The pleasant garden of great Italy;

And by my father’s love and leave am arm’d

With his good will and thy good company,

My trusty servant, well approved in all.

Here let us breathe and haply institute

A course of learning and ingenious studies.

My father, a great merchant, Vincetino

Shall have all his hopes conceived and satisfied

To deck his fortune with my virtuous deeds:

TRANIO

Mi perdonato, gentle master mine,

I am in all affected as yourself;

Glad that you thus continue your resolve

To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy.

Only, good master, while we do admire

This virtue. let’s be no stoics, I pray;

In brief, sir, study what you most affect.

LUCENTIO

Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou advise.

If, Biondella, thou wert come ashore,

We could at once put us in readiness,

And take a lodging fit to entertain

Such friends as time in Padua shall beget.

But stay a while: what company is this?

TRANIO

Master, some show to welcome us to town.

Unit 2

Enter Baptista,Katherina, Bianca, Gremio, and Hortensio. Lucentio and Tranio stand by

BAPTISTA

Gentlemen, importune me no farther,

For how I firmly am resolved you know;

That is, not bestow my youngest daughter

Before I have a husband for the elder:

If either of you both love Katherina,

Because I know you well and love you well,

Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure.

GREMIO

[aside] To cart her rather: she’s too rough for me.

There, there, Hortensio, will you any wife?

KATHERINA

I pray you, sir, is it your will

To make a stale of me amongst these mates?

HORTENSIO

Mates, maid! how mean you that? no mates for you,

Unless you were of gentler, milder mould.

KATHERINA

I’faith, sir, you shall never need to fear:

I wis it is not half way to her heart;

But if it were, doubt not her care should be

To comb your noddle with a three-legg’d stool

And paint your face and use you like a fool.

HORTENSIO

From all such devils, good Lord deliver us!

GREMIO

And me too, good Lord!

TRANIO

Hush, master! here’s some good pastime toward:

That wench is stark mad or wonderful froward.

LUCENTIO

But in the other’s silence do I see

Maid’s mild behavior and sobriety.

Peace, Tranio!

TRANIO

Well said, master; mum! and gaze your fill.

BAPTISTA

Gentlemen, that I may soon make good

What I have said, Bianca, get you in:

And let it not displease thee, good Bianca,

For I will love thee ne’er the less, my girl.

KATHERINA

A pretty peat! it is best

Put finger in the eye, an she knew why.

BIANCA

Sister, content you in my discontent.

Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe:

My books and instruments shall be my company,

On them to took and practise by myself.

LUCENTIO

Hark, Tranio! thou may’st hear Minerva speak.

HORTENSIO

Signior Baptista, will you be so strange?

Sorry am I that our good will effects

Bianca’s grief.

GREMIO Why will you mew her up,

Signior Baptista, for this fiend of hell,

And make her bear the penance of her tongue?

BAPTISTA

Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolved:

Go in, Bianca:

Exit Bianca

And for I know she taketh most delight

In music, instruments and poetry,

Schoolmasters will I keep within my house,

Fit to instruct her youth. If you, Hortensio,

Or Signior Gremio, you, know any such,

Prefer them hither; for to cunning men

I will be very kind, and liberal

To mine own children in good bringing up:

And so farewell. Katherina, you may stay;

For I have more to commune with Bianca.

Exit

KATHERINA

Why, and I trust I may go too, may I not? What, shall I be appointed hours; as though, belike, I knew not what to take and what to leave, ha?

Exit

Unit 3

GREMIO

You may go to the devil’s dam: your gifts are so good, here’s none will hold you. Farewell: yet for the love I bear my sweet Bianca, if I can by any means light on a fit man to teach her that wherein she delights, I will wish him to her father.

HORTENSIO

So will I, Signior Gremio: but a word, I pray. Though the nature of our quarrel yet never brooked parle, know now, upon advice, it toucheth us both, that we may yet again have access to our fair mistress and be happy rivals in Bianco’s love, to labour and effect one thing specially.

GREMIO

What’s that, I pray?

HORTENSIO

Marry, sir, to get a husband for her sister.

GREMIO

A husband! a devil.

HORTENSIO

I say, a husband.

GREMIO

I say, a devil. Thinkest thou, Hortensio, though her father be very rich, any man is so very a fool to be married to hell?

HORTENSIO

Tush, Gremio, though it pass your patience and mine to endure her loud alarums, why, man, there be good fellows in the world, an a man could light on them, would take her with all faults, and money enough.

GREMIO

I cannot tell; but I had as lief take her dowry with this condition, to be whipped at the high cross

every morning.

HORTENSIO

Faith, as you say, there’s small choice in rotten apples. But come; since this bar in law makes us friends, it shall be so far forth friendly maintained all by helping Baptista’s eldest daughter to a husband we set his youngest free for a husband, and then have to’t a fresh. Sweet Bianca! Happy man be his dole! He that runs fastest gets the ring. How say you, Signior Gremio?

GREMIO

I am agreed; and would I had given him the best horse in Padua to begin his wooing that would thoroughly woo her, wed her and bed her and rid the house of her! Come on.

Exeunt Gremio And Hortensio

Unit 4

TRANIO

I pray, sir, tell me, is it possible

That love should of a sudden take such hold?

LUCENTIO

O Tranio, till I found it to be true,

I never thought it possible or likely;

But see, while idly I stood looking on,

I found the effect of love in idleness:

And now in plainness do confess to thee,

Tranio, I burn, I pine, I perish, Tranio,

If I achieve not this young modest girl.

Counsel me, Tranio, for I know thou canst;

Assist me, Tranio, for I know thou wilt.

TRANIO

Master, it is no time to chide you now;

Affection is not rated from the heart:

Master, you look’d so longly on the maid,

Perhaps you mark’d not what’s the pith of all.

LUCENTIO

O yes, I saw sweet beauty in her face,

TRANIO

Saw you no more? mark’d you not how her sister

Began to scold and raise up such a storm

That mortal ears might hardly endure the din?

LUCENTIO

Tranio, I saw her coral lips to move

And with her breath she did perfume the air:

Sacred and sweet was all I saw in her.

TRANIO

Nay, then, ’tis time to stir him from his trance.

I pray, awake, sir: if you love the maid,

Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her. Thus it stands:

Her eldest sister is so curst and shrewd

That till the father rid his hands of her,

Master, your love must live a maid at home;

And therefore has he closely mew’d her up,

Because she will not be annoy’d with suitors.

LUCENTIO

Ah, Tranio, what a cruel father’s he!

But art thou not advised, he took some care

To get her cunning schoolmasters to instruct her?

TRANIO

Ay, marry, am I, sir; and now ’tis plotted.

LUCENTIO

I have it, Tranio.

TRANIO You will be schoolmaster

And undertake the teaching of the maid:

That’s your device.

LUCENTIO It is: may it be done?

TRANIO

Not possible; for who shall bear your part,

And be in Padua here Vincentio’s son,

Keep house and ply his book, welcome his friends,

Visit his countrymen and banquet them?

LUCENTIO

Basta; content thee, for I have it full.

We have not yet been seen in any house,

Nor can we lie distinguish’d by our faces

For man or master; then it follows thus;

Thou shalt be master, Tranio, in my stead,

Keep house and port and servants as I should:

I will some other be, some Florentine,

Some Neapolitan, or meaner man of Pisa.

‘Tis hatch’d and shall be so: Tranio, at once

Uncase thee; take my colour’d hat and cloak:

When Biondella comes, she waits on thee;

But I will charm her first to keep her tongue.

TRANIO

So had you need.

In brief, sir, sith it your pleasure is,

And I am tied to be obedient;

For so your father charged me at our parting,

‘Be serviceable to my son,’ quoth he,

Although I think ’twas in another sense;

I am content to be Lucentio,

Because so well I love Lucentio.

LUCENTIO

Tranio, be so, because Lucentio loves:

And let me be a slave, to achieve that maid

Whose sudden sight hath thrall’d my wounded eye.

Here comes the rogue.

Unit 5

Enter Biondella

Mistress, where have you been?

BIONDELLA

Where have I been! Nay, how now! where are you? Master, has my fellow Tranio stolen your clothes? Or you stolen his? or both? pray, what’s the news?

LUCENTIO

Mistress, come hither: ’tis no time to jest,

And therefore frame your manners to the time.

Your fellow Tranio here, to save my life,

Puts my apparel and my countenance on,

And I for my escape have put on his;

Wait you on him, I charge you, as becomes,

You understand me?

BIONDELLA I, sir! ne’er a whit.

LUCENTIO

And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth:

Tranio is changed into Lucentio.

BIONDELLA

The better for him: would I were so too!

TRANIO

But, Mistress, not for my sake, but your master’s, I advise

You use your manners discreetly in all kind of companies:

When I am alone, why, then I am Tranio;

But in all places else your master Lucentio.

LUCENTIO

Tranio, let’s go: one thing more rests, that thyself execute, to make one among these wooers: if thou ask me why, sufficeth, my reasons are both good and weighty.

Unit 6

SCENE II. Padua. Before HORTENSIO’S house.

Enter Petruchio And His Man Grumio

PETRUCHIO

Verona, for a while I take my leave,

To see my friends in Padua, but of all

My best beloved and approved friend,

Hortensio; and I trow this is his house.

Here, sirrah Grumio; knock, I say.

GRUMIO

Knock, sir! whom should I knock? is there man has abused your worship?

PETRUCHIO

Villain, I say, knock me here soundly.

GRUMIO

Knock you here, sir! why, sir, what am I, sir, that I should knock you here, sir?

PETRUCHIO

Villain, I say, knock me at this gate

And rap me well, or I’ll knock your knave’s pate.

GRUMIO

My master is grown quarrelsome. I should knock you first,

And then I know after who comes by the worst.

PETRUCHIO

Will it not be?

Faith, sirrah, an you’ll not knock, I’ll ring it;

I’ll try how you can sol, fa, and sing it.

He wrings him by the ears

GRUMIO

Help, masters, help! my master is mad.

PETRUCHIO

Now, knock when I bid you, sirrah villain!

Unit 7

Enter Hortensio

HORTENSIO

How now! what’s the matter? My old friend Grumio! and my good friend Petruchio! How do you all at Verona?

PETRUCHIO

Signior Hortensio, come you to part the fray?

HORTENSIO

Rise, Grumio, rise: we will compound this quarrel.

GRUMIO

Nay, if this be not a lawful case for me to leave his service, look you, sir, he bid me knock him and rap him soundly, sir: well, was it fit for a servant to use his master so?

PETRUCHIO

A senseless villain! Good Hortensio,

I bade the rascal knock upon your gate

And could not get him for my heart to do it.

GRUMIO

Knock at the gate! O heavens! Spake you not these words plain, ‘Sirrah, knock me here, rap me here, knock me well, and knock me soundly’? And come you now with, ‘knocking at the gate’?

PETRUCHIO

Sirrah, be gone, or talk not, I advise you.

HORTENSIO

Petruchio, patience; I am Grumio’s pledge:

And tell me now, sweet friend, what happy gale

Blows you to Padua here from old Verona?

PETRUCHIO

Such wind as scatters young men through the world,

To seek their fortunes farther than at home

Where small experience grows. But in a few,

Signior Hortensio, thus it stands with me:

Antonio, my father, is deceased;

And I have thrust myself into this maze,

Haply to wive and thrive as best I may:

Crowns in my purse I have and goods at home,

And so am come abroad to see the world.

HORTENSIO

Petruchio, shall I then come roundly to thee

And wish thee to a shrewd ill-favour’d wife?

Thou’ldst thank me but a little for my counsel:

And yet I’ll promise thee she shall be rich

And very rich: but thou’rt too much my friend,

And I’ll not wish thee to her.

PETRUCHIO

Signior Hortensio, ‘twixt such friends as we

Few words suffice; and therefore, if thou know

One rich enough to be Petruchio’s wife,

As wealth is burden of my wooing dance,

Be she as foul as was Florentius’ love,

As old as Sibyl and as curst and shrewd

As Socrates’ Xanthippe, or a worse,

She moves me not, or not removes, at least,

Affection’s edge in me, were she as rough

As are the swelling Adriatic seas:

I come to wive it wealthily in Padua;

If wealthily, then happily in Padua.

GRUMIO

Nay, look you, sir, he tells you flatly what his mind is: nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal.

HORTENSIO

Petruchio, since we are stepp’d thus far in,

I will continue that I broach’d in jest.

I can, Petruchio, help thee to a wife

With wealth enough and young and beauteous,

Brought up as best becomes a gentlewoman:

Her only fault, and that is faults enough,

Is that she is intolerable curst

And shrewd and froward, so beyond all measure

That, were my state far worser than it is,

I would not wed her for a mine of gold.

PETRUCHIO

Hortensio, peace! thou know’st not gold’s effect:

Tell me her father’s name and ’tis enough;

For I will board her, though she chide as loud

As thunder when the clouds in autumn crack.

HORTENSIO

Her father is Baptista Minola,

An affable and courteous gentleman:

Her name is Katherina Minola,

Renown’d in Padua for her scolding tongue.

PETRUCHIO

I know her father, though I know not her;

And he knew my deceased father well.

I will not sleep, Hortensio, till I see her;

And therefore let me be thus bold with you

To give you over at this first encounter,

Unless you will accompany me thither.

HORTENSIO

Tarry, Petruchio, I must go with thee,

For in Baptista’s keep my treasure is:

He hath the jewel of my life in hold,

His youngest daughter, beautiful Binaca,

And her withholds from me and other more,

Suitors to her and rivals in my love,

Supposing it a thing impossible,

For those defects I have before rehearsed,

That ever Katherina will be woo’d;

Therefore this order hath Baptista ta’en,

That none shall have access unto Bianca

Till Katherina the curst have got a husband.

GRUMIO

Katherina the curst!

A title for a maid of all titles the worst.

HORTENSIO

Now shall my friend Petruchio do me grace,

And offer me disguised in sober robes

To old Baptista as a schoolmaster

Well seen in music, to instruct Bianca;

That so I may, by this device, at least

Have leave and leisure to make love to her

And unsuspected court her by herself.

Enter Gremio, and Lucentio disguised

Unit 8

GRUMIO

Master, master, look about you: who goes there, ha?

HORTENSIO

Peace, Grumio! it is the rival of my love.

Petruchio, stand by a while.

GRUMIO

A proper stripling and an amorous!

GREMIO

O, very well; I have perused the note.

Hark you, sir: I’ll have them very fairly bound:

All books of love, see that at any hand;

And see you read no other lectures to her:

You understand me: over and beside

Signior Baptista’s liberality,

I’ll mend it with a largess. Take your paper too,

And let me have them very well perfumed

For she is sweeter than perfume itself

To whom they go to. What will you read to her?

LUCENTIO

Whate’er I read to her, I’ll plead for you

As for my patron, stand you so assured,

As firmly as yourself were still in place:

Yea, and perhaps with more successful words

Than you, unless you were a scholar, sir.

GREMIO

O this learning, what a thing it is!

GRUMIO

O this woodcock, what an ass it is!

PETRUCHIO

Peace, sirrah!

HORTENSIO

Grumio, mum! God save you, Signior Gremio.

GREMIO

And you are well met, Signior Hortensio.

Trow you whither I am going? To Baptista Minola.

I promised to inquire carefully

About a schoolmaster for the fair Bianca:

And by good fortune I have lighted well

On this young man, for learning and behavior

Fit for her turn, well read in poetry

And other books, good ones, I warrant ye.

HORTENSIO

‘Tis well; and I have met a gentleman

Hath promised me to help me to another,

A fine musician to instruct our mistress;

So shall I no whit be behind in duty

To fair Bianca, so beloved of me.

GREMIO

Beloved of me; and that my deeds shall prove.

HORTENSIO

Gremio, ’tis now no time to vent our love:

Listen to me, and if you speak me fair,

I’ll tell you news indifferent good for either.

Here is a gentleman whom by chance I met,

Upon agreement from us to his liking,

Will undertake to woo curst Katherina,

Yea, and to marry her, if her dowry please.

GREMIO

So said, so done, is well.

Hortensio, have you told him all her faults?

PETRUCHIO

I know she is an irksome brawling scold:

If that be all, masters, I hear no harm.

GREMIO

No, say’st me so, friend? What countryman?

PETRUCHIO

Born in Verona, old Antonio’s son:

My father dead, my fortune lives for me;

And I do hope good days and long to see.

GREMIO

O sir, such a life, with such a wife, were strange!

But if you have a stomach, to’t i’ God’s name:

You shall have me assisting you in all.

But will you woo this wild-cat?

PETRUCHIO Will I live?

Why came I hither but to that intent?

Think you a little din can daunt mine ears?

Have I not in my time heard lions roar?

Have I not heard the sea puff’d up with winds

Rage like an angry boar chafed with sweat?

Have I not heard great ordnance in the field,

And heaven’s artillery thunder in the skies?

Have I not in a pitched battle heard

Loud ‘larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets’ clang?

And do you tell me of a woman’s tongue,

That gives not half so great a blow to hear

As will a chestnut in a farmer’s fire?

Tush, tush! fear boys with bugs.

GRUMIO For he fears none.

GREMIO

Hortensio, hark:

This gentleman is happily arrived,

My mind presumes, for his own good and ours.

HORTENSIO

I promised we would be contributors

And bear his charging of wooing, whatsoe’er.

GREMIO

And so we will, provided that he win her.

GRUMIO

I would I were as sure of a good dinner.

Unit 9

Enter Tranio brave, and Biondella

TRANIO

Gentlemen, God save you. If I may be bold,

Tell me, I beseech you, which is the readiest way

To the house of Signior Baptista Minola?

BIONDELLA

He that has the two fair daughters: is’t he you mean?

TRANIO

Even he, Biondella.

GREMIO

Hark you, sir; you mean not her to–

TRANIO

Perhaps, him and her, sir: what have you to do?

PETRUCHIO

Not her that chides, sir, at any hand, I pray.

TRANIO

I love no chiders, sir. Biondella, let’s away.

LUCENTIO

Well begun, Tranio.

HORTENSIO Sir, a word ere you go;

Are you a suitor to the maid you talk of, yea or no?

TRANIO

And if I be, sir, is it any offence?

GREMIO

No; if without more words you will get you hence.

TRANIO

Why, sir, I pray, are not the streets as free

For me as for you?

GREMIO But so is not she.

TRANIO

For what reason, I beseech you?

GREMIO

For this reason, if you’ll know,

That she’s the choice love of Signior Gremio.

HORTENSIO

That she’s the chosen of Signior Hortensio.

TRANIO

Softly, my masters! if you be gentlemen,

Do me this right; hear me with patience.

Baptista is a noble gentleman,

To whom my father is not all unknown;

And were his daughter fairer than she is,

She may more suitors have and so she shall;

Lucentio shall make one,

GREMIO

What! this gentleman will out-talk us all.

LUCENTIO

Sir, give him head: I know he’ll prove a jade.

PETRUCHIO

Hortensio, to what end are all these words?

HORTENSIO

Sir, let me be so bold as ask you,

Did you yet ever see Baptista’s daughter?

TRANIO

No, sir; but hear I do that he hath two,

The one as famous for a scolding tongue

As is the other for beauteous modesty.

PETRUCHIO

Sir, sir, the first’s for me; let her go by.

TRANIO

If it be so, sir, that you are the man

Must stead us all and me amongst the rest,

And if you break the ice and do this feat,

Achieve the elder, set the younger free

For our access, whose hap shall be to have her

Will not so graceless be to be ingrate.

HORTENSIO

Sir, you say well and well you do conceive;

And since you do profess to be a suitor,

You must, as we do, gratify this gentleman,

To whom we all rest generally beholding.

TRANIO

Sir, I shall not be slack: in sign whereof,

Please ye we may contrive this afternoon,

And quaff carouses to our mistress’ health,

And do as adversaries do in law,

Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.

GRUMIO & BIONDELLA

O excellent motion! Fellows, let’s be gone.

HORTENSIO

The motion’s good indeed and be it so,

Petruchio, I shall be your ben venuto.

Exeunt

Unit 10

ACT II

SCENE I. Padua. A room in Baptista’s house.Enter Katherina and Bianca

BIANCA

Good sister, wrong me not, nor wrong yourself,

To make a bondmaid and a slave of me;

That I disdain: but for these other gawds,

Unbind my hands, I’ll pull them off myself,

Yea, all my raiment, to my petticoat;

Or what you will command me will I do,

So well I know my duty to my elders.

KATHERINA

Of all thy suitors, here I charge thee, tell

Whom thou lovest best: see thou dissemble not.

BIANCA

Believe me, sister, of all the men alive

I never yet beheld that special face

Which I could fancy more than any other.

KATHERINA

Minion, thou liest. Is’t not Hortensio?

BIANCA

If you affect him, sister, here I swear

I’ll plead for you myself, but you shall have him.

KATHERINA

O then, belike, you fancy riches more:

You will have Gremio to keep you fair.

BIANCA

Is it for him you do envy me so?

Nay then you jest, and now I well perceive

You have but jested with me all this while:

I prithee, sister Kate, untie my hands.

KATHERINA

If that be jest, then all the rest was so.

Strikes her Enter Baptista

BAPTISTA

Why, how now, dame! whence grows this insolence?

Bianca, stand aside. Poor girl! she weeps.

Go ply thy needle; meddle not with her.

For shame, thou hilding of a devilish spirit,

Why dost thou wrong her that did ne’er wrong thee?

When did she cross thee with a bitter word?

KATHERINA

Her silence flouts me, and I’ll be revenged.

Flies after Bianca

BAPTISTA

What, in my sight? Bianca, get thee in.

Exit Bianca

KATHERINA

What, will you not suffer me? Nay, now I see

She is your treasure, she must have a husband;

I must dance bare-foot on her wedding day

And for your love to her lead apes in hell.

Talk not to me: I will go sit and weep

Till I can find occasion of revenge.

Exit

BAPTISTA

Was ever gentleman thus grieved as I?

But who comes here?

Unit 11

Enter Gremio, Lucentio in the habit of a mean man; Petruchio, with Hortensio as a musician; and Tranio, with Biondella bearing a lute and books

GREMIO

Good morrow, neighbour Baptista.

BAPTISTA

Good morrow, neighbour Gremio.

God save you, gentlemen!

PETRUCHIO

And you, good sir! Pray, have you not a daughter

Call’d Katherina, fair and virtuous?

BAPTISTA

I have a daughter, sir, called Katherina.

GREMIO

You are too blunt: go to it orderly.

PETRUCHIO

You wrong me, Signior Gremio: give me leave.

I am a gentleman of Verona, sir,

That, hearing of her beauty and her wit,

Her affability and bashful modesty,

Her wondrous qualities and mild behavior,

Am bold to show myself a forward guest

Within your house, to make mine eye the witness

Of that report which I so oft have heard.

And, for an entrance to my entertainment,

I do present you with a man of mine,

Presenting Hortensio

Cunning in music and the mathematics,

To instruct her fully in those sciences,

Whereof I know she is not ignorant:

Accept of him, or else you do me wrong:

His name is Licio, born in Mantua.

BAPTISTA

You’re welcome, sir; and he, for your good sake.

But for my daughter Katherina, this I know,

She is not for your turn, the more my grief.

PETRUCHIO

I see you do not mean to part with her,

Or else you like not of my company.

BAPTISTA

Mistake me not; I speak but as I find.

Whence are you, sir? what may I call your name?

PETRUCHIO

Petruchio is my name; Antonio’s son,

A man well known throughout all Italy.

BAPTISTA

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

GREMIO

Saving your tale, Petruchio, I pray,

Let us, that are poor petitioners, speak too:

Baccare! you are marvellous forward.

PETRUCHIO

O, pardon me, Signior Gremio; I would fain be doing.

GREMIO

I doubt it not, sir; but you will curse your wooing. Neighbour, this is a gift very grateful, I am sure of it. To express the like kindness, myself, that have been more kindly beholding to you than any, freely give unto you this young scholar,

Presenting Lucentio

that hath been long studying at Rheims; as cunning in Greek, Latin, and other languages, as the other in music and mathematics: his name is Cambio; pray, accept his service.

BAPTISTA

A thousand thanks, Signior Gremio. Welcome, good Cambio.

To Tranio

But, gentle sir, methinks you walk like a stranger: may I be so bold to know the cause of your coming?

TRANIO

Pardon me, sir, the boldness is mine own,

That, being a stranger in this city here,

Do make myself a suitor to your daughter,

Unto Bianca, fair and virtuous.

Nor is your firm resolve unknown to me,

In the preferment of the eldest sister.

This liberty is all that I request,

That, upon knowledge of my parentage,

I may have welcome ‘mongst the rest that woo

And free access and favour as the rest:

And, toward the education of your daughters,

I here bestow a simple instrument,

And this small packet of Greek and Latin books:

If you accept them, then their worth is great.

BAPTISTA

Lucentio is your name; of whence, I pray?

TRANIO

Of Pisa, sir; son to Vincentio.

BAPTISTA

A mighty man of Pisa; by report

I know him well: you are very welcome, sir,

Take you the lute, and you the set of books;

You shall go see your pupils presently.

Holla, within!

Enter a Servant

Sirrah, lead these gentlemen

To my daughters; and tell them both,

These are their tutors: bid them use them well.

Exit Servant, with Lucentio and Hortensio, Biondella following

Unit 12

We will go walk a little in the orchard,

And then to dinner. You are passing welcome,

And so I pray you all to think yourselves.

PETRUCHIO

Signior Baptista, my business asketh haste,

And every day I cannot come to woo.

You knew my father well, and in him me,

Left solely heir to all his lands and goods,

Which I have better’d rather than decreased:

Then tell me, if I get your daughter’s love,

What dowry shall I have with her to wife?

BAPTISTA

After my death the one half of my lands,

And in possession twenty thousand crowns.

PETRUCHIO

And, for that dowry, I’ll assure her of

Her widowhood, be it that she survive me,

In all my lands and leases whatsoever:

Let specialties be therefore drawn between us,

That covenants may be kept on either hand.

BAPTISTA

Ay, when the special thing is well obtain’d,

That is, her love; for that is all in all.

PETRUCHIO

Why, that is nothing: for I tell you, father,

I am as peremptory as she proud-minded;

And where two raging fires meet together

They do consume the thing that feeds their fury:

Though little fire grows great with little wind,

Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all:

So I to her and so she yields to me;

For I am rough and woo not like a babe.

BAPTISTA

Well mayst thou woo, and happy be thy speed!

But be thou arm’d for some unhappy words.

PETRUCHIO

Ay, to the proof; as mountains are for winds,

That shake not, though they blow perpetually.

Re-enter Hortensio, with his head broke

Unit 13

BAPTISTA

How now, my friend! why dost thou look so pale?

HORTENSIO

For fear, I promise you, if I look pale.

BAPTISTA

What, will my daughter prove a good musician?

HORTENSIO

I think she’ll sooner prove a soldier

Iron may hold with her, but never lutes.

BAPTISTA

Why, then thou canst not break her to the lute?

HORTENSIO

Why, no; for she hath broke the lute to me.

I did but tell her she mistook her frets,

And bow’d her hand to teach her fingering;

When, with a most impatient devilish spirit,

‘Frets, call you these?’ quoth she; ‘I’ll fume with them:’

And, with that word, she struck me on the head,

And through the instrument my pate made way;

And there I stood amazed for a while,

As on a pillory, looking through the lute;

While she did call me rascal fiddler

And twangling Jack; with twenty such vile terms,

As had she studied to misuse me so.

PETRUCHIO

Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench;

I love her ten times more than e’er I did:

O, how I long to have some chat with her!

BAPTISTA

Well, go with me and be not so discomfited:

Proceed in practise with my younger daughter;

She’s apt to learn and thankful for good turns.

Signior Petruchio, will you go with us,

Or shall I send my daughter Kate to you?

PETRUCHIO

I pray you do.

Unit 14

Exeunt all but Petruchio

I will attend her here,

And woo her with some spirit when she comes.

Say that she rail; why then I’ll tell her plain

She sings as sweetly as a nightingale:

Say that she frown, I’ll say she looks as clear

As morning roses newly wash’d with dew:

Say she be mute and will not speak a word;

Then I’ll commend her volubility,

And say she uttereth piercing eloquence:

If she do bid me pack, I’ll give her thanks,

As though she bid me stay by her a week:

If she deny to wed, I’ll crave the day

When I shall ask the banns and when be married.

But here she comes; and now, Petruchio, speak.

Unit 15

Enter Katherina

Good morrow, Kate; for that’s your name, I hear.

KATHERINA

Well have you heard, but something hard of hearing:

They call me Katherina that do talk of me.

PETRUCHIO

You lie, in faith; for you are call’d plain Kate,

And bonny Kate and sometimes Kate the curst;

But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom

Kate of Kate Hall, my super-dainty Kate,

For dainties are all Kates, and therefore, Kate,

Take this of me, Kate of my consolation;

Hearing thy mildness praised in every town,

Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded,

Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs,

Myself am moved to woo thee for my wife.

KATHERINA

Moved! in good time: let him that moved you hither

Remove you hence: I knew you at the first

You were a moveable.

PETRUCHIO Why, what’s a moveable?

KATHERINA

A joint-stool.

PETRUCHIO Thou hast hit it: come, sit on me.

KATHERINA

Asses are made to bear, and so are you.

PETRUCHIO

Women are made to bear, and so are you.

KATHERINA

No such jade as you, if me you mean.

PETRUCHIO

Alas! good Kate, I will not burden thee;

For, knowing thee to be but young and light–

KATHERINA

Too light for such a swain as you to catch;

And yet as heavy as my weight should be.

PETRUCHIO

Should be! should–buzz!

KATHERINA Well ta’en, and like a buzzard.

PETRUCHIO

O slow-wing’d turtle! shall a buzzard take thee?

KATHERINA

Ay, for a turtle, as he takes a buzzard.

PETRUCHIO

Come, come, you wasp; i’ faith, you are too angry.

KATHERINA

If I be waspish, best beware my sting.

PETRUCHIO

My remedy is then, to pluck it out.

KATHERINA

Ay, if the fool could find it where it lies,

PETRUCHIO

Who knows not where a wasp does

wear his sting? In his tail.

KATHERINA In his tongue.

PETRUCHIO Whose tongue?

KATHERINA

Yours, if you talk of tails: and so farewell.

PETRUCHIO

What, with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again,

Good Kate; I am a gentleman.

KATHERINA That I’ll try.

She strikes him

PETRUCHIO

I swear I’ll cuff you, if you strike again.

KATHERINA

So may you lose your arms:

If you strike me, you are no gentleman;

And if no gentleman, why then no arms.

PETRUCHIO

A herald, Kate? O, put me in thy books!

KATHERINA

What is your crest? a coxcomb?

PETRUCHIO

A combless cock, so Kate will be my hen.

KATHERINA

No cock of mine; you crow too like a craven.

PETRUCHIO

Nay, come, Kate, come; you must not look so sour.

KATHERINA

It is my fashion, when I see a crab.

PETRUCHIO

Why, here’s no crab; and therefore look not sour.

KATHERINA

There is, there is.

PETRUCHIO

Then show it me.

KATHERINA Had I a glass, I would.

PETRUCHIO

What, you mean my face?

KATHERINA Well aim’d of such a young one.

PETRUCHIO

Now, by Saint George, I am too young for you.

KATHERINA

Yet you are wither’d.

PETRUCHIO ‘Tis with cares.

KATHERINA I care not.

PETRUCHIO

Nay, hear you, Kate: in sooth you scape not so.

KATHERINA

I chafe you, if I tarry: let me go.

PETRUCHIO

No, not a whit: I find you passing gentle.

‘Twas told me you were rough and coy and sullen,

And now I find report a very liar;

For thou are pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous,

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

Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look askance,

Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will,

Nor hast thou pleasure to be cross in talk,

But thou with mildness entertain’st thy wooers,

With gentle conference, soft and affable.

Why does the world report that Kate doth limp?

O slanderous world! Kate like the hazel-twig

Is straight and slender and as brown in hue

As hazel nuts and sweeter than the kernels.

O, let me see thee walk: thou dost not halt.

KATHERINA

Go, fool, and whom thou keep’st command.

PETRUCHIO

Did ever Dian so become a grove

As Kate this chamber with her princely gait?

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

And then let Kate be chaste and Dian sportful!

KATHERINA

Where did you study all this goodly speech?

PETRUCHIO

It is extempore, from my mother-wit.

KATHERINA

A witty mother! witless else her son.

PETRUCHIO

Am I not wise?

KATHERINA Yes; keep you warm.

PETRUCHIO

Marry, so I mean, sweet Katherina, in thy bed:

And therefore, setting all this chat aside,

Thus in plain terms: your father hath consented

That you shall be my wife; your dowry ‘greed on;

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

Now, Kate, I am a husband for your turn;

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

Thy beauty, that doth make me like thee well,

Thou must be married to no man but me;

For I am he am born to tame you Kate,

And bring you from a wild Kate to a Kate

Conformable as other household Kates.

Re-enter Baptista, Gremio, and Tranio

Here comes your father: never make denial;

I must and will have Katherina to my wife.

Unit 16

BAPTISTA

Now, Signior Petruchio, how speed you with my daughter?

PETRUCHIO

How but well, sir? how but well?

It were impossible I should speed amiss.

BAPTISTA

Why, how now, daughter Katherina! in your dumps?

KATHERINA

Call you me daughter? now, I promise you

You have show’d a tender fatherly regard,

To wish me wed to one half lunatic;

A mad-cup ruffian and a swearing Jack,

That thinks with oaths to face the matter out.

PETRUCHIO

Father, ’tis thus: yourself and all the world,

That talk’d of her, have talk’d amiss of her:

If she be curst, it is for policy,

For she’s not froward, but modest as the dove;

She is not hot, but temperate as the morn;

For patience she will prove a second Grissel,

And Roman Lucrece for her chastity:

And to conclude, we have ‘greed so well together,

That upon Sunday is the wedding-day.

KATHERINA

I’ll see thee hang’d on Sunday first.

GREMIO

Hark, Petruchio; she says she’ll see thee hang’d first.

TRANIO

Is this your speeding? nay, then, good night our part!

PETRUCHIO

Be patient, gentlemen; I choose her for myself:

If she and I be pleased, what’s that to you?

‘Tis bargain’d ‘twixt us twain, being alone,

That she shall still be curst in company.

I tell you, ’tis incredible to believe

How much she loves me: O, the kindest Kate!

She hung about my neck; and kiss on kiss

She vied so fast, protesting oath on oath,

That in a twink she won me to her love.

O, you are novices! ’tis a world to see,

How tame, when men and women are alone,

A meacock wretch can make the curstest shrew.

Give me thy hand, Kate: I will unto Venice,

To buy apparel ‘gainst the wedding-day.

Provide the feast, father, and bid the guests;

I will be sure my Katherina shall be fine.

BAPTISTA

I know not what to say: but give me your hands;

God send you joy, Petruchio! ’tis a match.

GREMIO TRANIO

Amen, say we: we will be witnesses.

PETRUCHIO

Father, and wife, and gentlemen, adieu;

I will to Venice; Sunday comes apace:

We will have rings and things and fine array;

And kiss me, Kate, we will be married o’Sunday.

Exeunt Petruchio and Katherina severally

Unit 17

GREMIO

Was ever match clapp’d up so suddenly?

BAPTISTA

Faith, gentlemen, now I play a merchant’s part,

And venture madly on a desperate mart.

TRANIO

‘Twas a commodity lay fretting by you:

‘Twill bring you gain, or perish on the seas.

BAPTISTA

The gain I seek is, quiet in the match.

GREMIO

No doubt but he hath got a quiet catch.

But now, Baptists, to your younger daughter:

Now is the day we long have looked for:

I am your neighbour, and was suitor first.

TRANIO

And I am one that love Bianca more

Than words can witness, or your thoughts can guess.

GREMIO

Youngling, thou canst not love so dear as I.

TRANIO

Graybeard, thy love doth freeze.

GREMIO But thine doth fry.

Skipper, stand back: ’tis age that nourisheth.

TRANIO

But youth in ladies’ eyes that flourisheth.

BAPTISTA

Content you, gentlemen: I will compound this strife:

‘Tis deeds must win the prize; and he of both

That can assure my daughter greatest dower

Shall have my Bianca’s love.

Say, Signior Gremio, What can you assure her?

GREMIO

First, as you know, my house within the city

Is richly furnished with plate and gold;

Myself am struck in years, I must confess;

And if I die to-morrow, this is hers,

If whilst I live she will be only mine.

TRANIO

That ‘only’ came well in. Sir, list to me:

I am my father’s heir and only son:

If I may have your daughter to my wife,

I’ll leave her houses three or four as good,

Within rich Pisa walls, as any one

Old Signior Gremio has in Padua;

Besides two thousand ducats by the year

Of fruitful land, all which shall be her jointure.

What, have I pinch’d you, Signior Gremio?

GREMIO

Nay, I have offer’d all, I have no more;

And she can have no more than all I have:

If you like me, she shall have me and mine.

TRANIO

Why, then the maid is mine from all the world,

By your firm promise: Gremio is out-vied.

BAPTISTA

I must confess your offer is the best;

And, let your father make her the assurance,

She is your own; else, you must pardon me,

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

TRANIO

That’s but a cavil: he is old, I young.

GREMIO

And may not young men die, as well as old?

BAPTISTA

Well, gentlemen,

I am thus resolved: on Sunday next you know

My daughter Katherina is to be married:

Now, on the Sunday following, shall Bianca

Be bride to you, if you this assurance;

If not, Signior Gremio:

And so, I take my leave, and thank you both.

GREMIO

Adieu, good neighbour.

Unit 18

Exit Baptista

Now I fear thee not:

Sirrah young gamester, your father were a fool

To give thee all, and in his waning age

Set foot under thy table: tut, a toy!

An old Italian fox is not so kind, my boy.

Exit

TRANIO

A vengeance on your crafty wither’d hide!

Yet I have faced it with a card of ten.

‘Tis in my head to do my master good:

I see no reason but supposed Lucentio

Must get a father, call’d ’supposed Vincentio;’

And that’s a wonder: fathers commonly

Do get their children; but in this case of wooing,

A child shall get a sire, if I fail not of my cunning.

Exit

Unit 19

ACT III

SCENE I. Padua. Baptista’s house. Enter Lucentio, Hortensio, and Bianca

LUCENTIO

Fiddler, forbear; you grow too forward, sir:

Have you so soon forgot the entertainment

Her sister Katherina welcomed you withal?

HORTENSIO

But, wrangling pedant, this is

The patroness of heavenly harmony:

Then give me leave to have prerogative;

And when in music we have spent an hour,

Your lecture shall have leisure for as much.

LUCENTIO

Preposterous ass, that never read so far

To know the cause why music was ordain’d!

Was it not to refresh the mind of man

After his studies or his usual pain?

Then give me leave to read philosophy,

And while I pause, serve in your harmony.

HORTENSIO

Sirrah, I will not bear these braves of thine.

BIANCA

Why, gentlemen, you do me double wrong,

To strive for that which resteth in my choice:

I am no breeching scholar in the schools;

I’ll not be tied to hours nor ‘pointed times,

But learn my lessons as I please myself.

And, to cut off all strife, here sit we down:

Take you your instrument, play you the whiles;

His lecture will be done ere you have tuned.

HORTENSIO

You’ll leave his lecture when I am in tune?

LUCENTIO

That will be never: tune your instrument.

BIANCA

Where left we last?

LUCENTIO Here, madam:

‘Hic ibat Simois; hic est Sigeia tellus;

Hic steterat Priami regia celsa senis.’

BIANCA

Construe them.

LUCENTIO

‘Hic ibat,’ as I told you before, ‘Simois,’ I am Lucentio, ‘hic est,’ son unto Vincentio of Pisa,

‘Sigeia tellus,’ disguised thus to get your love; ‘Hic steterat,’ and that Lucentio that comes

a-wooing, ‘Priami,’ is my man Tranio, ‘regia,’ bearing my port, ‘celsa senis,’ that we might

beguile the old pantaloon.

HORTENSIO

Madam, my instrument’s in tune.

BIANCA

Let’s hear. O fie! the treble jars.

LUCENTIO

Spit in the hole, man, and tune again.

BIANCA

Now let me see if I can construe it: ‘Hic ibat Simois,’ I know you not, ‘hic est Sigeia tellus,’ I

trust you not; ‘Hic steterat Priami,’ take heed he hear us not, ‘regia,’ presume not, ‘celsa senis,’

despair not.

HORTENSIO

Madam, ’tis now in tune.

LUCENTIO

All but the base.

HORTENSIO

The base is right; ’tis the base knave that jars.

Aside

How fiery and forward our pedant is! Now, for my life, the knave doth court my love: Pedascule, I’ll watch you better yet.

BIANCA

In time I may believe, yet I mistrust.

Now, Licio, to you:

Good masters, take it not unkindly, pray,

That I have been thus pleasant with you both.

HORTENSIO

You may go walk, and give me leave a while:

My lessons make no music in three parts.

LUCENTIO

Are you so formal, sir? well, I must wait,

Aside

And watch withal; for, but I be deceived,

Our fine musician groweth amorous.

HORTENSIO

Madam, before you touch the instrument,

To learn the order of my fingering,

I must begin with rudiments of art;

To teach you gamut in a briefer sort,

More pleasant, pithy and effectual,

Than hath been taught by any of my trade:

And there it is in writing, fairly drawn.

BIANCA

Why, I am past my gamut long ago.

HORTENSIO

Yet read the gamut of Hortensio.

BIANCA

[Reads] ”Gamut’ I am, the ground of all accord,

‘A re,’ to Plead Hortensio’s passion;

‘B mi,’ Bianca, take him for thy lord,

‘C fa ut,’ that loves with all affection:

‘D sol re,’ one clef, two notes have I:

‘E la mi,’ show pity, or I die.’

Call you this gamut? tut, I like it not:

Old fashions please me best; I am not so nice,

To change true rules for old inventions.

Enter a Servant

Servant

Mistress, your father prays you leave your books

And help to dress your sister’s chamber up:

You know to-morrow is the wedding-day.

BIANCA

Farewell, sweet masters both; I must be gone.

Exeunt Bianca and Servant

LUCENTIO

Faith, mistress, then I have no cause to stay.

Exit

HORTENSIO

But I have cause to pry into this pedant:

Methinks he looks as though he were in love:

Yet if thy thoughts, Bianca, be so humble

To cast thy wandering eyes on every stale,

Seize thee that list: if once I find thee ranging,

Hortensio will be quit with thee by changing.

Exit

Unit 20

SCENE II. Padua. Before BAPTISTA’S house.

Enter Baptista, Gremio, Tranio, Katherina, Bianca, Lucentio, and others, attendants

BAPTISTA

[To Tranio] Signior Lucentio, this is the ‘pointed day.

That Katherina and Petruchio should be married,

And yet we hear not of our son-in-law.

What will be said? what mockery will it be,

To want the bridegroom when the priest attends

To speak the ceremonial rites of marriage!

What says Lucentio to this shame of ours?

KATHERINA

No shame but mine: I must, forsooth, be forced

To give my hand opposed against my heart

Unto a mad-brain rudesby full of spleen;

Who woo’d in haste and means to wed at leisure.

I told you, I, he was a frantic fool,

Hiding his bitter jests in blunt behavior:

And, to be noted for a merry man,

He’ll woo a thousand, ‘point the day of marriage,

Make feasts, invite friends, and proclaim the banns;

Yet never means to wed where he hath woo’d.

Now must the world point at poor Katherina,

And say, ‘Lo, there is mad Petruchio’s wife,

If it would please him come and marry her!’

TRANIO

Patience, good Katherina, and Baptista too.

Upon my life, Petruchio means but well,

Whatever fortune stays him from his word:

Though he be blunt, I know him passing wise;

Though he be merry, yet withal he’s honest.

KATHERINA

Would Katherina had never seen him though!

Exit weeping, followed by Bianca and others

BAPTISTA

Go, girl; I cannot blame thee now to weep;

For such an injury would vex a very saint,

Much more a shrew of thy impatient humour.

Enter Biondella

BIONDELLA

Master, master! Petruchio is coming

Enter Petruchio wearing a wedding dress and Grumio

Unit 21

PETRUCHIO

Come, where be these gallants? who’s at home?

BAPTISTA

You are welcome, sir.

PETRUCHIO

And yet I come not well.

BAPTISTA

And yet you halt not.

TRANIO Not so well apparell’d

As I wish you were.

PETRUCHIO

Were it better, I should rush in thus.

But where is Kate? where is my lovely bride?

How does my father? Gentles, methinks you frown:

And wherefore gaze this goodly company,

As if they saw some wondrous monument,

Some comet or unusual prodigy?

BAPTISTA

Why, sir, you know this is your wedding-day:

First were we sad, fearing you would not come;

Now sadder, that you come so unprovided.

Fie, doff this habit, shame to your estate,

An eye-sore to our solemn festival!

TRANIO

And tell us, what occasion of import

Hath all so long detain’d you from your wife,

And sent you hither so unlike yourself?

PETRUCHIO

Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear:

Sufficeth I am come to keep my word,

But where is Kate? I stay too long from her:

The morning wears, ’tis time we were at church.

TRANIO

See not your bride in these unreverent robes:

Go to my chamber; Put on clothes of mine.

PETRUCHIO

Not I, believe me: thus I’ll visit her.

BAPTISTA

But thus, I trust, you will not marry her.

PETRUCHIO

Good sooth, even thus; therefore ha’ done with words:

To me she’s married, not unto my clothes:

Could I repair what she will wear in me,

As I can change these poor accoutrements,

‘Twere well for Kate and better for myself.

But what a fool am I to chat with you,

When I should bid good morrow to my bride,

And seal the title with a lovely kiss!

Exeunt Petruchio and Grumio

Unit 22

TRANIO

He hath some meaning in his mad attire:

We will persuade him, be it possible,

To put on better ere he go to church.

BAPTISTA

I’ll after him, and see the event of this.

Exeunt Baptista, Gremio, and attendants

TRANIO

But to her love concerneth us to add

Her father’s liking: which to bring to pass,

As I before unparted to your worship,

I am to get a man,–whate’er he be,

It skills not much. we’ll fit him to our turn,–

And he shall be Vincentio of Pisa;

And make assurance here in Padua

Of greater sums than I have promised.

So shall you quietly enjoy your hope,

And marry sweet Bianca with consent.

LUCENTIO

Were it not that my fellow-school-master

Doth watch Bianca’s steps so narrowly,

‘Twere good, methinks, to steal our marriage;

Which once perform’d, let all the world say no,

I’ll keep mine own, despite of all the world.

TRANIO

That by degrees we mean to look into,

And watch our vantage in this business:

We’ll over-reach the greybeard, Gremio,

The narrow-prying father, Minola,

The quaint musician, amorous Licio;

All for my master’s sake, Lucentio.

Unit 23

Lucentio exits, Tranio is about to follow bends to tie his shoe lace as Gremio leaps out from behind a pillar. It is his untention to stab him, however he mis times his blow as Tranio bends down and winds up stabbing himself. He staggers off. Exit Tranio.Blackout. The lights snap up on the “bridal party” in a series of four ‘snapshots’

1. Kate & Petruchio hand in hand, Kate with flowers.
2. Petruchio snatched flowers from Kate and is cutseying
3. Kate is hitting Petruchio over the head with the flowers
4. Petruchio has the flowers stuffed in his mouth.

Lights come up

Unit 24

PETRUCHIO

Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for your pains:

I know you think to dine with me to-day,

And have prepared great store of wedding cheer;

But so it is, my haste doth call me hence,

And therefore here I mean to take my leave.

BAPTISTA

Is’t possible you will away to-night?

PETRUCHIO

I must away to-day, before night come:

Make it no wonder; if you knew my business,

You would entreat me rather go than stay.

And, honest company, I thank you all,

That have beheld me give away myself

To this most patient, sweet and virtuous wife:

Dine with my father, drink a health to me;

For I must hence; and farewell to you all.

TRANIO

Let us entreat you stay till after dinner.

PETRUCHIO

It may not be.

GREMIO Let me entreat you.

PETRUCHIO

It cannot be.

KATHERINA Let me entreat you.

PETRUCHIO

I am content.

KATHERINA Are you content to stay?

PETRUCHIO

I am content you shall entreat me stay;

But yet not stay, entreat me how you can.

KATHERINA

Now, if you love me, stay.

PETRUCHIO Grumio, my horse.

KATHERINA

Nay, then,

Do what thou canst, I will not go to-day;

No, nor to-morrow, not till I please myself.

The door is open, sir; there lies your way;

You may be jogging whiles your boots are green;

For me, I’ll not be gone till I please myself:

‘Tis like you’ll prove a jolly surly groom,

That take it on you at the first so roundly.

PETRUCHIO

O Kate, content thee; prithee, be not angry.

KATHERINA

I will be angry: what hast thou to do?

Father, be quiet; he shall stay my leisure.

GREMIO

Ay, marry, sir, now it begins to work.

KATHERINA

Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner:

I see a woman may be made a fool,

If she had not a spirit to resist.

PETRUCHIO

They shall go forward, Kate, at thy command.

Obey the bride, you that attend on her;

Go to the feast, revel and domineer,

Carouse full measure to her maidenhead,

Be mad and merry, or go hang yourselves:

But for my bonny Kate, she must with me.

Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret;

I will be master of what is mine own:

She is my goods, my chattels; she is my house,

My household stuff, my field, my barn,

My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing;

And here she stands, touch her whoever dare;

I’ll bring mine action on the proudest he

That stops my way in Padua. Grumio,

Draw forth thy weapon, we are beset with thieves;

Rescue thy mistress, if thou be a man.

Fear not, sweet wench, they shall not touch thee, Kate:

I’ll buckler thee against a million.

Exeunt Petruchio, Katherina, and Grumio

Unit 25

BAPTISTA

Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones.

GREMIO

Went they not quickly, I should die with laughing.

TRANIO

Of all mad matches never was the like.

LUCENTIO

Mistress, what’s your opinion of your sister?

BIANCA

That, being mad herself, she’s madly mated.

GREMIO

I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated.

BAPTISTA

Neighbours and friends, though bride and bridegroom wants

For to supply the places at the table,

You know there wants no junkets at the feast.

Lucentio, you shall supply the bridegroom’s place:

And let Bianca take her sister’s room.

TRANIO

Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it?

BAPTISTA

She shall, Lucentio. Come, gentlemen, let’s go. Exeunt

Tranio is about to exit with the others when Gremio sees his opportunity to murder him. He extracts his sword and is ready to stab him when a sudden sneeze causes Tranio to duck – Gremio winds up stabbing himself in his own leg. Tranio, unaware of this, exits. Gremio crawls off stage

Intermission

Unit 26

ACT IV

Scene i. Petruchio’s country house. Enter Petruchio and Katherina

PETRUCHIO

Where be these knaves? What, no man at door

To hold my stirrup nor to take my horse!

Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip?

ALL SERVING-MEN Here, here, sir; here, sir.

PETRUCHIO

Here, sir! here, sir! here, sir! here, sir!

You logger-headed and unpolish’d grooms!

What, no attendance? no regard? no duty?

Where is the foolish knave I sent before?

GRUMIO

Here, sir; as foolish as I was before.

PETRUCHIO

You peasant swain! you whoreson malt-horse drudge!

Did I not bid thee meet me in the park,

And bring along these rascal knaves with thee?

PETRUCHIO

Go, rascals, go, and fetch my supper in.

Exeunt Servants

Singing

Where is the life that late I led–

Where are those–Sit down, Kate, and welcome.–

Sound, sound, sound, sound!

Re-enter Servants with supper

Why, when, I say? Nay, good sweet Kate, be merry.

Off with my boots, you rogues! you villains, when?

Sings

It was the friar of orders grey,

As he forth walked on his way:–

Out, you rogue! you pluck my foot awry:

Take that, and mend the plucking off the other.

Strikes him

Be merry, Kate. Some water, here; what, ho!

Where are my slippers? Shall I have some water?

Enter one with water

Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily.

You whoreson villain! will you let it fall?

Strikes him

KATHERINA

Patience, I pray you; ’twas a fault unwilling.

PETRUCHIO

A whoreson beetle-headed, flap-ear’d knave!

Come, Kate, sit down; I know you have a stomach.

Will you give thanks, sweet Kate; or else shall I?

What’s this? mutton?

First Servant Ay.

PETRUCHIO Who brought it?

PETER I.

PETRUCHIO

‘Tis burnt; and so is all the meat.

What dogs are these! Where is the rascal cook?

How durst you, villains, bring it from the dresser,

And serve it thus to me that love it not?

Theretake it to you, trenchers, cups, and all;

Throws the meat, & c. about the stage

You heedless joltheads and unmanner’d slaves!

What, do you grumble? I’ll be with you straight.

KATHERINA

I pray you, husband, be not so disquiet:

The meat was well, if you were so contented.

PETRUCHIO

I tell thee, Kate, ’twas burnt and dried away;

And I expressly am forbid to touch it,

For it engenders choler, planteth anger;

And better ’twere that both of us did fast,

Since, of ourselves, ourselves are choleric,

Than feed it with such over-roasted flesh.

Be patient; to-morrow ‘t shall be mended,

And, for this night, we’ll fast for company:

Come, I will bring thee to thy bridal chamber.

Exeunt

Unit 27

Re-enter Petruchio

PETRUCHIO

Thus have I politicly begun my reign,

And ’tis my hope to end successfully.

My falcon now is sharp and passing empty;

And till she stoop she must not be full-gorged,

For then she never looks upon her lure.

Another way I have to man my haggard,

To make her come and know her keeper’s call,

That is, to watch her, as we watch these kites

That bate and beat and will not be obedient.

She eat no meat to-day, nor none shall eat;

Last night she slept not, nor to-night she shall not;

As with the meat, some undeserved fault

I’ll find about the making of the bed;

And here I’ll fling the pillow, there the bolster,

This way the coverlet, another way the sheets:

Ay, and amid this hurly I intend

That all is done in reverend care of her;

And in conclusion she shall watch all night:

And if she chance to nod I’ll rail and brawl

And with the clamour keep her still awake.

This is a way to kill a wife with kindness;

And thus I’ll curb her mad and headstrong humour.

He that knows better how to tame a shrew,

Now let him speak: ’tis charity to show.

Exit

Unit 28

SCENE II. Padua. Before Baptista’s house.Enter Tranio and Hortensio

TRANIO

Is’t possible, friend Licio, that Mistress Bianca

Doth fancy any other but Lucentio?

I tell you, sir, she bears me fair in hand.

HORTENSIO

Sir, to satisfy you in what I have said,

Stand by and mark the manner of his teaching.

Enter Bianca and Lucentio

LUCENTIO

Now, mistress, profit you in what you read?

BIANCA

What, master, read you? first resolve me that.

LUCENTIO

I read that I profess, the Art to Love.

BIANCA

And may you prove, sir, master of your art!

LUCENTIO

While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of my heart!

HORTENSIO

Quick proceeders, marry! Now, tell me, I pray,

You that durst swear at your mistress Bianca

Loved none in the world so well as Lucentio.

TRANIO

O despiteful love! unconstant womankind!

I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful.

HORTENSIO

Mistake no more: I am not Licio,

Nor a musician, as I seem to be;

But one that scorn to live in this disguise,

For such a one as leaves a gentleman,

And makes a god of such a cullion:

Know, sir, that I am call’d Hortensio.

TRANIO

Signior Hortensio, I have often heard

Of your entire affection to Bianca;

And since mine eyes are witness of her lightness,

I will with you, if you be so contented,

Forswear Bianca and her love for ever.

HORTENSIO

See, how they kiss and court! Signior Lucentio,

Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow

Never to woo her no more, but do forswear her,

As one unworthy all the former favours

That I have fondly flatter’d her withal.

TRANIO

And here I take the unfeigned oath,

Never to marry with her though she would entreat:

Fie on her! see, how beastly she doth court him!

HORTENSIO

For me, that I may surely keep mine oath,

I will be married to a wealthy widow,

Ere three days pass, which hath as long loved me

As I have loved this proud disdainful haggard.

And so farewell, Signior Lucentio.

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,

Shall win my love: and so I take my leave,

In resolution as I swore before.

Exit

Unit 29

TRANIO

Mistress Bianca, bless you with such grace

As ‘longeth to a lover’s blessed case!

Nay, I have ta’en you napping, gentle love,

And have forsworn you with Hortensio.

BIANCA

Tranio, you jest: but have you both forsworn me?

TRANIO

Mistress, we have.

LUCENTIO Then we are rid of Licio.

TRANIO

I’ faith, he’ll have a lusty widow now,

That shall be wood and wedded in a day.

BIANCA

God give him joy!

TRANIO Ay, and he’ll tame her.

BIANCA

He says so, Tranio.

TRANIO

Faith, he is gone unto the taming-school.

BIANCA

The taming-school! what, is there such a place?

TRANIO

Ay, mistress, and Petruchio is the master;

That teacheth tricks eleven and twenty long,

To tame a shrew and charm her chattering tongue.

Enter Biondella

Unit 30

BIONDELLA

O master, master, I have watch’d so long

That I am dog-weary: but at last I spied

An ancient angel coming down the hill,

Will serve the turn.

TRANIO What is he, Biondella?

BIONDELLA

Master, a merchant, or a pedant,

I know not what; but format in apparel,

In gait and countenance surely like a father.

LUCENTIO

And what of him, Tranio?

TRANIO

If he be credulous and trust my tale,

I’ll make him glad to seem Vincentio,

And give assurance to Baptista Minola,

As if he were the right Vincentio

Take in your love, and then let me alone.

Unit 31

Exeunt Lucentio and Bianca Enter a Pedant

PEDANT

God save you, sir!

TRANIO And you, sir! you are welcome.

Travel you far on, or are you at the farthest?

PEDANT

Sir, at the farthest for a week or two:

But then up farther, and as for as Rome;

And so to Tripoli, if God lend me life.

TRANIO

What countryman, I pray?

PEDANT Of Mantua.

TRANIO

Of Mantua, sir? marry, God forbid!

And come to Padua, careless of your life?

PEDANT

My life, sir! how, I pray? for that goes hard.

TRANIO

‘Tis death for any one in Mantua

To come to Padua. Know you not the cause?

Your ships are stay’d at Venice, and the duke,

For private quarrel ‘twixt your duke and him,

Hath publish’d and proclaim’d it openly:

‘Tis, marvel, but that you are but newly come,

You might have heard it else proclaim’d about.

PEDANT

Alas! sir, it is worse for me than so;

For I have bills for money by exchange

From Florence and must here deliver them.

TRANIO

Well, sir, to do you courtesy,

This will I do, and this I will advise you:

First, tell me, have you ever been at Pisa?

PEDANT

Ay, sir, in Pisa have I often been,

Pisa renowned for grave citizens.

TRANIO

Among them know you one Vincentio?

PEDANT

I know him not, but I have heard of him;

A merchant of incomparable wealth.

TRANIO

He is my father, sir; and, sooth to say,

In countenance somewhat doth resemble you.

BIONDELLA

[Aside] As much as an apple doth an oyster, and all one.

TRANIO

To save your life in this extremity,

This favour will I do you for his sake;

And think it not the worst of an your fortunes

That you are like to Sir Vincentio.

His name and credit shall you undertake,

And in my house you shall be friendly lodged:

Look that you take upon you as you should;

You understand me, sir: so shall you stay

Till you have done your business in the city:

If this be courtesy, sir, accept of it.

PEDANT

O sir, I do; and will repute you ever

The patron of my life and liberty.

TRANIO

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 to clothe you as becomes you.

Exeunt

Unit 32

SCENE III. A room in Petruchio’s house.Enter Katherina and Grumio

GRUMIO

No, no, forsooth; I dare not for my life.

KATHERINA

The more my wrong, the more his spite appears:

What, did he marry me to famish me?

Beggars, that come unto my father’s door,

Upon entreaty have a present aims;

If not, elsewhere they meet with charity:

But I, who never knew how to entreat,

Nor never needed that I should entreat,

Am starved for meat, giddy for lack of sleep,

With oath kept waking and with brawling fed:

And that which spites me more than all these wants,

He does it under name of perfect love;

As who should say, if I should sleep or eat,

‘Twere deadly sickness or else present death.

I prithee go and get me some repast;

I care not what, so it be wholesome food.

GRUMIO

What say you to a neat’s foot?

KATHERINA

‘Tis passing good: I prithee let me have it.

GRUMIO

I fear it is too choleric a meat.

How say you to a fat tripe finely broil’d?

KATHERINA

I like it well: good Grumio, fetch it me.

GRUMIO

I cannot tell; I fear ’tis choleric.

What say you to a piece of beef and mustard?

KATHERINA

A dish that I do love to feed upon.

GRUMIO

Ay, but the mustard is too hot a little.

KATHERINA

Why then, the beef, and let the mustard rest.

GRUMIO

Nay then, I will not: you shall have the mustard,

Or else you get no beef of Grumio.

KATHERINA

Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt.

GRUMIO

Why then, the mustard without the beef.

KATHERINA

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.

Unit 33

Enter Petruchio and Hortensio with meat

PETRUCHIO

How fares my Kate? What, sweeting, all amort?

HORTENSIO

Mistress, what cheer?

KATHERINA Faith, as cold as can be.

PETRUCHIO

Pluck up thy spirits; look cheerfully upon me.

Here love; thou see’st how diligent I am

To dress thy meat myself and bring it thee:

I am sure, sweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks.

What, not a word? Nay, then thou lovest it not;

And all my pains is sorted to no proof.

Here, take away this dish.

KATHERINA I pray you, let it stand.

PETRUCHIO

The poorest service is repaid with thanks;

And so shall mine, before you touch the meat.

KATHERINA

I thank you, sir.

HORTENSIO

Signior Petruchio, fie! you are to blame.

Come, mistress Kate, I’ll bear you company.

PETRUCHIO

[Aside] Eat it up all, Hortensio, if thou lovest me.

Much good do it unto thy gentle heart!

Kate, eat apace: and now, my honey love,

Will we return unto thy father’s house

And revel it as bravely as the best,

With silken coats and caps and golden rings,

With ruffs and cuffs and farthingales and things;

With scarfs and fans and double change of bravery,

With amber bracelets, beads and all this knavery.

What, hast thou dined? The tailor stays thy leisure,

To deck thy body with his ruffling treasure.

Unit 34

Enter Tailor

Come, tailor, let us see these ornaments;

Lay forth the gown.

Enter Haberdasher

What news with you, sir?

HABERDASHER

Here is the cap your worship did bespeak.

PETRUCHIO

Why, this was moulded on a porringer;

A velvet dish: fie, fie! ’tis lewd and filthy:

Why, ’tis a cockle or a walnut-shell,

A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby’s cap:

Away with it! come, let me have a bigger.

KATHERINA

I’ll have no bigger: this doth fit the time,

And gentlewomen wear such caps as these

PETRUCHIO

When you are gentle, you shall have one too,

And not till then.

HORTENSIO [Aside] That will not be in haste.

KATHERINA

Why, sir, I trust I may have leave to speak;

And speak I will; I am no child, no babe:

Your betters have endured me say my mind,

And if you cannot, best you stop your ears.

My tongue will tell the anger of my heart,

Or else my heart concealing it will break,

And rather than it shall, I will be free

Even to the uttermost, as I please, in words.

PETRUCHIO

Why, thou say’st true; it is a paltry cap,

A custard-coffin, a bauble, a silken pie:

I love thee well, in that thou likest it not.

KATHERINA

Love me or love me not, I like the cap;

And it I will have, or I will have none.

Exit Haberdasher

PETRUCHIO

Thy gown? why, ay: come, tailor, let us see’t.

O mercy, God! what masquing stuff is here?

What’s this? a sleeve? ’tis like a demi-cannon:

Why, what, i’ devil’s name, tailor, call’st thou this?

HORTENSIO

[Aside] I see she’s like to have neither cap nor gown.

TAILOR

You bid me make it orderly and well,

According to the fashion and the time.

PETRUCHIO

Marry, and did; but if you be remember’d,

I did not bid you mar it to the time.

Go, hop me over every kennel home,

For you shall hop without my custom, sir:

I’ll none of it: hence! make your best of it.

KATHERINA

I never saw a better-fashion’d gown,

More quaint, more pleasing, nor more commendable:

Belike you mean to make a puppet of me.

PETRUCHIO

Why, true; he means to make a puppet of thee.

TAILOR

She says your worship means to make a puppet of her.

PETRUCHIO

O monstrous arrogance! Thou liest, thou thread, thou thimble,

Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail!

Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter-cricket thou!

Braved in mine own house with a skein of thread?

Away, thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant;

Or I shall so be-mete thee with thy yard

As thou shalt think on prating whilst thou livest!

Well, sir, in brief, the gown is not for me.

GRUMIO

You are i’ the right, sir: ’tis for my mistress.

PETRUCHIO

Go, take it up unto thy master’s use.

GRUMIO

Villain, not for thy life: take up my mistress’ gown for thy master’s use!

Take up my mistress’ gown to his master’s use! O, fie, fie, fie!

PETRUCHIO

[Aside] Hortensio, say thou wilt see the tailor paid.

Go take it hence; be gone, and say no more.

HORTENSIO

Tailor, I’ll pay thee for thy gown tomorrow:

Take no unkindness of his hasty words:

Away! I say; commend me to thy master.

Exit Tailor

Unit 35

PETRUCHIO

Well, come, my Kate; we will unto your father’s

Even in these honest mean habiliments:

Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor;

For ’tis the mind that makes the body rich;

And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,

So honour peereth in the meanest habit.

O, no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse

For this poor furniture and mean array.

if thou account’st it shame. lay it on me;

And therefore frolic: we will hence forthwith,

To feast and sport us at thy father’s house.

Go, call my men, and let us straight to him;

And bring our horses unto Long-lane end;

There will we mount, and thither walk on foot

Let’s see; I think ’tis now some seven o’clock,

And well we may come there by dinner-time.

KATHERINA

I dare assure you, sir, ’tis almost two;

And ’twill be supper-time ere you come there.

PETRUCHIO

It shall be seven ere I go to horse:

Look, what I speak, or do, or think to do,

You are still crossing it. Sirs, let’t alone:

I will not go to-day; and ere I do,

It shall be what o’clock I say it is.

HORTENSIO

[Aside] Why, so this gallant will command the sun.

Exeunt

Unit 36

Scene IV. Padua. before Baptista’s house. Enter Tranio, and the Pedant dressed like Vincentio

TRANIO

Sir, this is the house: please it you that I call?

PEDANT

Ay, what else? and but I be deceived

Signior Baptista may remember me,

Near twenty years ago, in Genoa,

Where we were lodgers at the Pegasus.

TRANIO

‘Tis well; and hold your own, in any case,

With such austerity as ‘longeth to a father.

PEDANT

I warrant you.

Enter Biondella

But, sir, here comes your girl;

‘Twere good she were school’d.

TRANIO

Fear you not her. Mistress Biondella,

Now do your duty throughly, I advise you:

Imagine ’twere the right Vincentio.

BIONDELLA

Tut, fear not me.

TRANIO

But hast thou done thy errand to Baptista?

BIONDELLA

I told him that your father was at Venice,

And that you look’d for him this day in Padua.

TRANIO

Thou’rt a brave lass: hold that to thy dower.

Here comes Baptista: set your countenance, sir.

Unit 37

Enter Baptista and Lucentio

Signior Baptista, you are happily met.

To the Pedant

Sir, this is the gentleman I told you of:

I pray you stand good father to me now,

Give me Bianca for my patrimony.

PEDANT

Soft son!

Sir, by your leave: having come to Padua

To gather in some debts, my son Lucentio

Made me acquainted with a weighty cause

Of love between your daughter and himself:

And, for the good report I hear of you

And for the love he beareth to your daughter

And she to him, to stay him not too long,

I am content, in a good father’s care,

To have him match’d; and if you please to like

No worse than I, upon some agreement

Me shall you find ready and willing

With one consent to have her so bestow’d;

BAPTISTA

Sir, pardon me in what I have to say:

Your plainness and your shortness please me well.

Right true it is, your son Lucentio here

Doth love my daughter and she loveth him,

Or both dissemble deeply their affections:

And therefore, if you say no more than this,

That like a father you will deal with him

And pass my daughter a sufficient dower,

The match is made, and all is done:

Your son shall have my daughter with consent.

TRANIO

I thank you, sir. Where then do you know best

We be affied and such assurance ta’en

As shall with either part’s agreement stand?

BAPTISTA

Not in my house, Lucentio; for, you know,

Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants:

And happily we might be interrupted.

TRANIO

Then at my lodging, an it like you:

There doth my father lie; and there, this night,

We’ll pass the business privately and well.

Send for your daughter by my servant here:

BAPTISTA

It likes me well. Biondella, hie you home,

And bid Bianca make her ready straight;

And, if you will, tell what hath happened,

Lucentio’s father is arrived in Padua,

And how she’s like to be Lucentio’s wife.

BIONDELLA

I pray the gods she may with all my heart!

TRANIO

Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone.

Exit Biondella

Signior Baptista, shall I lead the way?

Welcome! one mess is like to be your cheer:

Come, sir; we will better it in Pisa.

BAPTISTA I follow you.

Exeunt Tranio, Pedant , and Baptista. Re-enter Biondella

Unit 38

BIONDELLA

Cambio!

LUCENTIO What sayest thou, Biondella?

BIONDELLA

You saw my master wink and laugh upon you?

LUCENTIO

Biondella, what of that?

BIONDELLA

Baptista is safe, talking with the deceiving father of a deceitful son.

LUCENTIO

And what of him?

BIONDELLA

His daughter is to be brought by you to the supper.

LUCENTIO

And then?

BIONDELLA

The old priest of Saint Luke’s church is at your command at all hours.

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 say, But bid Bianca farewell for ever and a day.

Exit

LUCENTIO

I may, and will, if she be so contented:

She will be pleased; 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

Unit 39

Scene v. A public road.Enter Petruchio, Katherina, Hortensio, and Servants

PETRUCHIO

Come on, i’ God’s name; once more toward our father’s.

Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the moon!

KATHERINA

The moon! the sun: it is not moonlight now.

PETRUCHIO

I say it is the moon that shines so bright.

KATHERINA

I know it is the sun that shines so bright.

PETRUCHIO

Now, by my mother’s son, and that’s myself,

It shall be moon, or star, or what I list,

Or ere I journey to your father’s house.

Go on, and fetch our horses back again.

Evermore cross’d and cross’d; nothing but cross’d!

HORTENSIO

Say as he says, or we shall never go.

KATHERINA

Forward, I pray, since we have come so far,

And be it moon, or sun, or what you please:

An if you please to call it a rush-candle,

Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me.

PETRUCHIO

I say it is the moon.

KATHERINA I know it is the moon.

PETRUCHIO

Nay, then you lie: it is the blessed sun.

KATHERINA

Then, God be bless’d, it is the blessed sun:

But sun it is not, when you say it is not;

And the moon changes even as your mind.

What you will have it named, even that it is;

And so it shall be so for Katherina.

HORTENSIO

Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is won.

PETRUCHIO

Well, forward, forward! thus the bowl should run,

And not unluckily against the bias.

But, soft! company is coming here.

Enter Vincentio. To Vincentio

Unit 40

Good morrow, gentle mistress: where away?

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.

HORTENSIO

A’ will make the man mad, to make a woman of him.

KATHERINA

Young budding virgin, fair and fresh and sweet,

Whither away, or where is thy abode?

Happy the parents of so fair a child;

Happier the man, whom favourable stars

Allot thee for his lovely bed-fellow!

PETRUCHIO

Why, how now, Kate! I hope thou art not mad:

This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither’d,

And not a maiden, as thou say’st he is.

KATHERINA

Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes,

That have been so bedazzled with the sun

That everything I look on seemeth green:

Now I perceive thou art a reverend father;

Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad mistaking.

PETRUCHIO

Do, good old grandsire; and withal make known

Which way thou travellest: if along with us,

We shall be joyful of thy company.

VINCENTIO

Fair sir, and you my merry mistress,

That with your strange encounter much amazed me,

My name is call’d Vincentio; my dwelling Pisa;

And bound I am to Padua; there to visit

A son of mine, which long I have not seen.

PETRUCHIO

What is his name?

VINCENTIO Lucentio, gentle sir.

PETRUCHIO

Happily we met; the happier for thy son.

And now by law, as well as reverend age,

I may entitle thee my loving father:

The sister to my wife, this gentlewoman,

Thy son by this hath married. Wonder not,

Nor be grieved: she is of good esteem,

Her dowery wealthy, and of worthy birth;

Beside, so qualified as may beseem

The spouse of any noble gentleman.

Let me embrace with old Vincentio,

And wander we to see thy honest son,

Who will of thy arrival be full joyous.

VINCENTIO

But is it true? or else is it your pleasure,

Like pleasant travellers, to break a jest

Upon the company you overtake?

HORTENSIO

I do assure thee, father, so it is.

PETRUCHIO

Come, go along, and see the truth hereof;

For our first merriment hath made thee jealous.

Exeunt all but Hortensio

HORTENSIO

Well, Petruchio, this has put me in heart.

Have to my widow! and if she be froward,

Then hast thou taught Hortensio to be untoward.

Exit

Unit 41

ACT V

Scene i. Padua. before lucentio’s house. Enter behind Biondella, Lucentio, and Bianca

BIONDELLA

Softly and swiftly, sir; for the priest is ready.

LUCENTIO

I fly, Biondella: but they may chance to need thee

at home; therefore leave us.

BIONDELLA

Nay, faith, I’ll see the church o’ your back; and

then come back to my master’s as soon as I can.

Exeunt Lucentio, Bianca, and Biondella

Unit 42

Enter Petruchio, Katherina, Vincentio, Grumio, with Attendants

PETRUCHIO

Sir, here’s the door, this is Lucentio’s house:

My father’s bears more toward the market-place;

Thither must I, and here I leave you, sir.

VINCENTIO

You shall not choose but drink before you go:

I think I shall command your welcome here,

And, by all likelihood, some cheer is toward.

Knocks

GRUMIO

They’re busy within; you were best knock louder.

Pedant looks out of the window

PEDANT

What’s he that knocks as he would beat down the gate?

VINCENTIO

Is Signior Lucentio within, sir?

PEDANT

He’s within, sir, but not to be spoken withal.

VINCENTIO

What if a man bring him a hundred pound or two, to make merry withal?

PEDANT

Keep your hundred pounds to yourself: he shall need none, so long as I live.

PETRUCHIO

Nay, I told you your son was well 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.

PEDANT

Thou liest: his father is come from Padua and here looking out at the window.

VINCENTIO

Art thou his father?

PEDANT

Ay, sir; so his mother says, if I may believe her.

PETRUCHIO

[To Vincentio] Why, how now, gentleman! why, this is flat knavery, to take upon you another man’s name.

PEDANT

Lay hands on the villain: I believe a’ means to cozen somebody in this city under my countenance.

Re-enter Biondella

Unit 43

BIONDELLA

I have seen them in the church together: God send ‘em good shipping! But who is here? mine old master Vincentio! now we are undone and brought to nothing.

VINCENTIO

[Seeing Biondella]

Come hither Mistress crack hemp.

BIONDELLA

Hope I may choose, sir.

VINCENTIO

Come hither, you rogue. What, have you forgot me?

BIONDELLA

Forgot you! no, sir: I could not forget you, for I never saw you before in all my life.

VINCENTIO

What, you notorious villain, didst thou never see thy master’s father, Vincentio?

BIONDELLA

What, my old worshipful old master? yes, marry, sir: see where he looks out of the window.

VINCENTIO

Is’t so, indeed.

Beats Biondella

BIONDELLA

Help, help, help! here’s a madman will murder me.

Exit

PEDANT

Help, son! help, Signior Baptista!

Exit from above

PETRUCHIO

Prithee, Kate, let’s stand aside and see the end of

this controversy.

They retire

Re-enter Pedant below; Tranio, Baptista, and Servants

Unit 44

TRANIO

Sir, what are you that offer to beat my servant?

VINCENTIO

What am I, sir! nay, what are you, sir? O immortal gods! O fine villain! A silken doublet! O, I

am undone! I am undone! While I play the good husband at home, my son and my servant spend all at the university.

TRANIO

How now! what’s the matter?

BAPTISTA

What, is the man lunatic?

TRANIO

Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman by your habit, but your words show you a madman. Why, sir, what ‘cerns it you if I wear pearl and gold? I thank my good father, I am able to maintain it.

VINCENTIO

Thy father! O villain! he is a sailmaker in Bergamo.

BAPTISTA

You mistake, sir, you mistake, sir. Pray, what do you think is his name?

VINCENTIO

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.

PEDANT

Away, away, mad ass! his name is Lucentio and he is mine only son, and heir to the lands of me, Signior Vincentio.

VINCENTIO

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?

TRANIO

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.

VINCENTIO

Carry me to the gaol!

BAPTISTA

Away with the dotard! to the gaol with him!

VINCENTIO

Thus strangers may be hailed and abused: O monstrous villain!

Unit 45

Re-enter Biondella, with Lucentio and Bianca

BIONDELLA

O! we are spoiled and–yonder he is: deny him, forswear him, or else we are all undone.

LUCENTIO

[Kneeling] Pardon, sweet father.

VINCENTIO Lives my sweet son?

Exeunt Biondella, Tranio, and Pedant , as fast as may be

BIANCA

Pardon, dear father.

BAPTISTA How hast thou offended?

Where is Lucentio?

LUCENTIO Here’s Lucentio,

Right son to the right Vincentio;

That have by marriage made thy daughter mine,

While counterfeit supposes bleared thine eyne.

VINCENTIO

Where is that damned villain Tranio,

That faced and braved me in this matter so?

BAPTISTA

Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio?

BIANCA

Cambio is changed into Lucentio.

LUCENTIO

Love wrought these miracles. Bianca’s love

Made me exchange my state with Tranio,

While he did bear my countenance in the town;

And happily I have arrived at the last

Unto the wished haven of my bliss.

What Tranio did, myself enforced him to;

Then pardon him, sweet father, for my sake.

VINCENTIO

I’ll slit the villain’s nose, that would have sent me to the gaol.

BAPTISTA

But do you hear, sir? have you married my daughter without asking my good will?

VINCENTIO

Fear not, Baptista; we will content you, go to: but I will in, to be revenged for this villany.

Exit

BAPTISTA

And I, to sound the depth of this knavery. Exit

LUCENTIO

Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not frown. Exeunt Lucentio and Bianca

KATHERINA

Husband, let’s follow, to see the end of this ado.

PETRUCHIO

First kiss me, Kate, and we will.

KATHERINA

What, in the midst of the street?

PETRUCHIO

What, art thou ashamed of me?

KATHERINA

No, sir, God forbid; but ashamed to kiss.

PETRUCHIO

Why, then let’s home again. Come, sirrah, let’s away.

KATHERINA

Nay, I will give thee a kiss: now pray thee, love, stay.

PETRUCHIO

Is not this well? Come, my sweet Kate:

Better once than never, for never too late.

Exeunt

Unit 46

SCENE II. Padua. Lucentio’s house.

Enter Baptista, Vincentio, Gremio, the Pedant , Lucentio, Bianca, Petruchio, Katherina, Hortensio, and Widow, Tranio, Biondella, and Grumio the Serving-men with Tranio bringing in a banquet

LUCENTIO

At last, though long, our jarring notes agree:

And time it is, when raging war is done,

To smile at scapes and perils overblown.

My fair Bianca, bid my father welcome,

While I with self-same kindness welcome thine.

Brother Petruchio, sister Katherina,

And thou, Hortensio, with thy loving widow,

Feast with the best, and welcome to my house:

My banquet is to close our stomachs up,

After our great good cheer. Pray you, sit down;

For now we sit to chat as well as eat.

PETRUCHIO

Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat!

BAPTISTA

Padua affords this kindness, son Petruchio.

PETRUCHIO

Padua affords nothing but what is kind.

HORTENSIO

For both our sakes, I would that word were true.

PETRUCHIO

Now, for my life, Hortensio fears his widow.

WIDOW

Then never trust me, if I be afeard.

PETRUCHIO

You are very sensible, and yet you miss my sense:

I mean, Hortensio is afeard of you.

WIDOW

He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.

PETRUCHIO

Roundly replied.

KATHERINA

Mistress, how mean you that?

WIDOW

Thus I conceive by him.

PETRUCHIO

Conceives by me! How likes Hortensio that?

HORTENSIO

My widow says, thus she conceives her tale.

PETRUCHIO

Very well mended. Kiss him for that, good widow.

KATHERINA

‘He that is giddy thinks the world turns round:’

I pray you, tell me what you meant by that.

WIDOW

Your husband, being troubled with a shrew,

Measures my husband’s sorrow by his woe:

And now you know my meaning,

KATHERINA

A very mean meaning.

WIDOW

Right, I mean you.

KATHERINA

And I am mean indeed, respecting you.

PETRUCHIO

To her, Kate!

HORTENSIO

To her, widow!

PETRUCHIO

A hundred marks, my Kate does put her down.

HORTENSIO

That’s my office.

PETRUCHIO

Spoke like an officer; ha’ to thee, lad!

Drinks to Hortensio

BAPTISTA

How likes Vincentio these quick-witted folks?

VINCENTIO

Believe me, sir, they butt together well.

BIANCA (To Tranio)

Head, and butt! an hasty-witted body

Would say your head and butt were head and horn.

VINCENTIO

Ay, mistress bride, hath that awaken’d you?

BIANCA

Ay, but not frighted me; therefore I’ll sleep again.

PETRUCHIO

Nay, that you shall not: since you have begun,

Have at you for a better jest or two!

BIANCA

Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush;

And then pursue me as you draw your bow.

You are welcome all.

Exeunt Bianca, Katherina, and Widow

Unit 47

PETRUCHIO

She hath prevented me. Here, Signior Tranio.

This bird you aim’d at, though you hit her not;

Therefore a health to all that shot and miss’d.

TRANIO

‘Tis well, sir, that you hunted for yourself:

‘Tis thought your deer does hold you at a bay.

BAPTISTA

O ho, Petruchio! Tranio hits you now.

LUCENTIO

I thank thee for that gird, good Tranio.

HORTENSIO

Confess, confess, hath he not hit you here?

PETRUCHIO

A’ has a little gall’d me, I confess;

And, as the jest did glance away from me,

‘Tis ten to one it maim’d you two outright.

BAPTISTA

Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio,

I think thou hast the veriest shrew of all.

PETRUCHIO

Well, I say no: and therefore for assurance

Let’s each one send unto his wife;

And he whose wife is most obedient

To come at first when he doth send for her,

Shall win the wager which we will propose.

HORTENSIO

Content. What is the wager?

LUCENTIO Twenty crowns.

PETRUCHIO Twenty crowns!

I’ll venture so much of my hawk or hound,

But twenty times so much upon my wife.

LUCENTIO

A hundred then.

HORTENSIO Content.

PETRUCHIO A match! ’tis done.

HORTENSIO

Who shall begin?

LUCENTIO That will I.

Go, Biondella, bid your mistress come to me.

BIONDELLA

I go. Exit

BAPTISTA Son, I’ll be your half, Bianca comes.

LUCENTIO

I’ll have no halves; I’ll bear it all myself.

Re-enter Biondella

How now! what news?

BIONDELLA Sir, my mistress sends you word

That she is busy and she cannot come.

PETRUCHIO

How! she is busy and she cannot come!

Is that an answer?

VINCENTIO Ay, and a kind one too:

Pray God, sir, your wife send you not a worse.

PETRUCHIO

I hope better.

HORTENSIO

Mistress Biondella, go and entreat my wife

To come to me forthwith.

Exit Biondella

PETRUCHIO O, ho! entreat her!

Nay, then she must needs come.

HORTENSIO I am afraid, sir,

Do what you can, yours will not be entreated.

Re-enter Biondella

Now, where’s my wife?

BIONDELLA

She says you have some goodly jest in hand:

She will not come: she bids you come to her.

PETRUCHIO

Worse and worse; she will not come! O vile,

Intolerable, not to be endured!

Sirrah Grumio, go to your mistress;

Say, I command her to come to me.

Exit Grumio

HORTENSIO

I know her answer.

PETRUCHIO What?

HORTENSIO She will not.

PETRUCHIO

The fouler fortune mine, and there an end.

BAPTISTA

Now, by my holidame, here comes Katherina!

Unit 48

Re-enter Katherina

KATHERINA

What is your will, sir, that you send for me?

PETRUCHIO

Where is your sister, and Hortensio’s wife?

KATHERINA

They sit conferring by the parlor fire.

PETRUCHIO

Go fetch them hither: if they deny to come.

Swinge me them soundly forth unto their husbands:

Away, I say, and bring them hither straight. Exit Katherina

LUCENTIO

Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder.

HORTENSIO

And so it is: I wonder what it bodes.

PETRUCHIO

Marry, peace it bodes, and love and quiet life,

And awful rule and right supremacy;

And, to be short, what not, that’s sweet and happy?

BAPTISTA

Now, fair befall thee, good Petruchio!

The wager thou hast won; and I will add

Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns;

Another dowry to another daughter,

For she is changed, as she had never been.

PETRUCHIO

Nay, I will win my wager better yet

And show more sign of her obedience,

Her new-built virtue and obedience.

See where she comes and brings your froward wives

As prisoners to her womanly persuasion.

re-enter Katherina, with Bianca and Widow

Unit 49

Katherina, that cap of yours becomes you not:

Off with that bauble, throw it under-foot.

WIDOW

Lord, let me never have a cause to sigh,

Till I be brought to such a silly pass!

BIANCA

Fie! what a foolish duty call you this?

LUCENTIO

I would your duty were as foolish too:

The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca,

Hath cost me an hundred crowns since supper-time.

BIANCA

The more fool you, for laying on my duty.

PETRUCHIO

Katherina, I charge thee, tell these headstrong women

What duty they do owe their lords and husbands.

WIDOW

Come, come, you’re mocking: we will have no telling.

PETRUCHIO

Come on, I say; and first begin with her.

WIDOW

She shall not.

PETRUCHIO

I say she shall: and first begin with her.

Unit 50

KATHERINA

Fie, fie! unknit that threatening unkind brow,

And dart not scornful glances from those eyes,

To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor:

It blots thy beauty as frosts do bite the meads,

Confounds thy fame as whirlwinds shake fair buds,

And in no sense is meet or amiable.

A woman moved is like a fountain troubled,

Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty;

And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty

Will deign to sip or touch one drop of it.

Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,

Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee,

And for thy maintenance commits his body

To painful labour both by sea and land,

To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,

Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe;

And craves no other tribute at thy hands

But love, fair looks and true obedience;

Too little payment for so great a debt.

Such duty as the subject owes the prince

Even such a woman oweth to her husband;

And when she is froward, peevish, sullen, sour,

And not obedient to his honest will,

What is she but a foul contending rebel

And graceless traitor to her loving lord?

I am ashamed that women are so simple

To offer war where they should kneel for peace;

Or seek for rule, supremacy and sway,

When they are bound to serve, love and obey.

Why are our bodies soft and weak and smooth,

Unapt to toil and trouble in the world,

But that our soft conditions and our hearts

Should well agree with our external parts?

Come, come, you froward and unable worms!

My mind hath been as big as one of yours,

My heart as great, my reason haply more,

To bandy word for word and frown for frown;

But now I see our lances are but straws,

Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare,

That seeming to be most which we indeed least are.

Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot,

And place your hands below your husband’s foot:

In token of which duty, if he please,

My hand is ready; may it do him ease.

Unit 51

PETRUCHIO

Why, there’s a wench! Come on, and kiss me, Kate.

LUCENTIO

Well, go thy ways, old lad; for thou shalt ha’t.

VINCENTIO

‘Tis a good hearing when children are toward.

LUCENTIO

But a harsh hearing when women are froward.

PETRUCHIO

Come, Kate, we’ll to bed.

We three are married, but you two are sped.

To Lucentio

‘Twas I won the wager, though you hit the white;

And, being a winner, God give you good night!

Exeunt Petruchio and Katherina

HORTENSIO

Now, go thy ways; thou hast tamed a curst shrew.

LUCENTIO

‘Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be tamed so.

Exeunt