Orl. You haue my consent.Let your Wedding be to morrow: thither will IInuite the Duke, and all's contented followers:Go you, and prepare Aliena; for looke you,Heere comes my Rosalinde
Ros. God saue you brother
Ol. And you faire sister
Ros. Oh my deere Orlando, how it greeues me to see thee weare thy heart in a scarfe
Orl. It is my arme
Ros. I thought thy heart had beene wounded with the clawes of a Lion
Orl. Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a Lady
Ros. Did your brother tell you how I counterfeytedto sound, when he shew'd me your handkercher?Orl. I, and greater wonders then that
Ros. O, I know where you are: nay, tis true: there was neuer any thing so sodaine, but the sight of two Rammes, and Cesars Thrasonicall bragge of I came, saw, and ouercome. For your brother, and my sister, no sooner met, but they look'd: no sooner look'd, but they lou'd; no sooner lou'd, but they sigh'd: no sooner sigh'd but they ask'd one another the reason: no sooner knew the reason, but they sought the remedie: and in these degrees, haue they made a paire of staires to marriage, which they will climbe incontinent, or else bee incontinent before marriage; they are in the verie wrath of loue, and they will together. Clubbes cannot part them
Orl. They shall be married to morrow: and I will bid the Duke to the Nuptiall. But O, how bitter a thing it is, to looke into happines through another mans eies: by so much the more shall I to morrow be at the height of heart heauinesse, by how much I shal thinke my brother happie, in hauing what he wishes for
Ros. Why then to morrow, I cannot serue your turnefor Rosalind?Orl. I can liue no longer by thinking
Ros. I will wearie you then no longer with idle talking. Know of me then (for now I speake to some purpose) that I know you are a Gentleman of good conceit: I speake not this, that you should beare a good opinion of my knowledge: insomuch (I say) I know you are: neither do I labor for a greater esteeme then may in some little measure draw a beleefe from you, to do your selfe good, and not to grace me. Beleeue then, if you please, that I can do strange things: I haue since I was three yeare old conuerst with a Magitian, most profound in his Art, and yet not damnable. If you do loue Rosalinde so neere the hart, as your gesture cries it out: when your brother marries Aliena, shall you marrie her. I know into what straights of Fortune she is driuen, and it is not impossible to me, if it appeare not inconuenient to you, to set her before your eyes to morrow, humane as she is, and without any danger
Orl. Speak'st thou in sober meanings? Ros. By my life I do, which I tender deerly, though I say I am a Magitian: Therefore put you in your best aray, bid your friends: for if you will be married to morrow, you shall: and to Rosalind if you will. Enter Siluius & Phebe.
Looke, here comes a Louer of mine, and a louer of hers
Phe. Youth, you haue done me much vngentlenesse,To shew the letter that I writ to you
Ros. I care not if I haue: it is my studieTo seeme despightfull and vngentle to you:you are there followed by a faithful shepheard,Looke vpon him, loue him: he worships you
Phe. Good shepheard, tell this youth what 'tis to loueSil. It is to be all made of sighes and teares,And so am I for Phebe
Phe. And I for Ganimed
Orl. And I for Rosalind
Ros. And I for no woman
Sil. It is to be all made of faith and seruice,And so am I for Phebe
Phe. And I for Ganimed
Orl. And I for Rosalind
Ros. And I for no woman
Sil. It is to be all made of fantasie,All made of passion, and all made of wishes,All adoration, dutie, and obseruance,All humblenesse, all patience, and impatience,All puritie, all triall, all obseruance:And so am I for Phebe
Phe. And so am I for Ganimed
Orl. And so am I for Rosalind
Ros. And so am I for no woman
Phe. If this be so, why blame you me to loue you?Sil. If this be so, why blame you me to loue you?Orl. If this be so, why blame you me to loue you?Ros. Why do you speake too, Why blame you meeto loue you
Orl. To her, that is not heere, nor doth not heare
Ros. Pray you no more of this, 'tis like the howling of Irish Wolues against the Moone: I will helpe you if I can: I would loue you if I could: To morrow meet me altogether: I wil marrie you, if euer I marrie Woman, and Ile be married to morrow: I will satisfie you, if euer I satisfi'd man, and you shall bee married to morrow. I wil content you, if what pleases you contents you, and you shal be married to morrow: As you loue Rosalind meet, as you loue Phebe meet, and as I loue no woman, Ile meet: so fare you wel: I haue left you commands
Sil. Ile not faile, if I liue
Phe. Nor I
Orl. Nor I.
Exeunt.
Scoena Tertia.
Enter Clowne and Audrey.
Clo. To morrow is the ioyfull day Audrey, to morowwill we be married
Aud. I do desire it with all my heart: and I hope it isno dishonest desire, to desire to be a woman of y world?Heere come two of the banish'd Dukes Pages.Enter two Pages.
1.Pa. Wel met honest Gentleman
Clo. By my troth well met: come, sit, sit, and a song
2.Pa. We are for you, sit i'th middle
1.Pa. Shal we clap into't roundly, without hauking, or spitting, or saying we are hoarse, which are the onely prologues to a bad voice
2.Pa. I faith, y'faith, and both in a tune like two gipsies on a horse.
Song.
It was a Louer, and his lasse,With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,That o're the greene corne feild did passe,In the spring time, the onely pretty rang time.When Birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding.Sweet Louers loue the spring,And therefore take the present time.With a hey, & a ho, and a hey nonino,For loue is crowned with the prime.In spring time, &c.Betweene the acres of the Rie,With a hey, and a ho, & a hey nonino:These prettie Country folks would lie.In spring time, &c.This Carroll they began that houre,With a hey and a ho, & a hey nonino:How that a life was but a Flower,In spring time, &c
Clo. Truly yong Gentlemen, though there was nogreat matter in the dittie, yet y note was very vntunable1.Pa. you are deceiu'd Sir, we kept time, we lost notour time
Clo. By my troth yes: I count it but time lost to heare such a foolish song. God buy you, and God mend your voices. Come Audrie.
Exeunt.
Scena Quarta.
Enter Duke Senior, Amyens, Iaques, Orlando, Oliuer, Celia.
Du.Sen. Dost thou beleeue Orlando, that the boyCan do all this that he hath promised?Orl. I sometimes do beleeue, and somtimes do not,As those that feare they hope, and know they feare.Enter Rosalinde, Siluius, & Phebe.
Ros. Patience once more, whiles our co[m]pact is vrg'd:You say, if I bring in your Rosalinde,You wil bestow her on Orlando heere?Du.Se. That would I, had I kingdoms to giue with hir
Ros. And you say you wil haue her, when I bring hir?Orl. That would I, were I of all kingdomes King
Ros. You say, you'l marrie me, if I be willing
Phe. That will I, should I die the houre after
Ros. But if you do refuse to marrie me,You'l giue your selfe to this most faithfull Shepheard
Phe. So is the bargaine
Ros. You say that you'l haue Phebe if she will
Sil. Though to haue her and death, were both onething
Ros. I haue promis'd to make all this matter euen:Keepe you your word, O Duke, to giue your daughter,You yours Orlando, to receiue his daughter:Keepe you your word Phebe, that you'l marrie me,Or else refusing me to wed this shepheard:Keepe your word Siluius, that you'l marrie herIf she refuse me, and from hence I goTo make these doubts all euen.
Exit Ros. and Celia.
Du.Sen. I do remember in this shepheard boy,Some liuely touches of my daughters fauour
Orl. My Lord, the first time that I euer saw him,Me thought he was a brother to your daughter:But my good Lord, this Boy is Forrest borne,And hath bin tutor'd in the rudimentsOf many desperate studies, by his vnckle,Whom he reports to be a great Magitian.Enter Clowne and Audrey.
Obscured in the circle of this Forrest
Iaq. There is sure another flood toward, and these couples are comming to the Arke. Here comes a payre of verie strange beasts, which in all tongues, are call'd Fooles
Clo. Salutation and greeting to you all
Iaq. Good my Lord, bid him welcome: This is the Motley-minded Gentleman, that I haue so often met in the Forrest: he hath bin a Courtier he sweares
Clo. If any man doubt that, let him put mee to my purgation, I haue trod a measure, I haue flattred a Lady, I haue bin politicke with my friend, smooth with mine enemie, I haue vndone three Tailors, I haue had foure quarrels, and like to haue fought one
Iaq. And how was that tane vp?Clo. 'Faith we met, and found the quarrel was vponthe seuenth cause
Iaq. How seuenth cause? Good my Lord, like thisfellow
Du.Se. I like him very well
Clo. God'ild you sir, I desire you of the like: I presse in heere sir, amongst the rest of the Country copulatiues to sweare, and to forsweare, according as mariage binds and blood breakes: a poore virgin sir, an il-fauor'd thing sir, but mine owne, a poore humour of mine sir, to take that that no man else will: rich honestie dwels like a miser sir, in a poore house, as your Pearle in your foule oyster
Du.Se. By my faith, he is very swift, and sententiousClo. According to the fooles bolt sir, and such dulcetdiseases
Iaq. But for the seuenth cause. How did you finde the quarrell on the seuenth cause? Clo. Vpon a lye, seuen times remoued: (beare your bodie more seeming Audry) as thus sir: I did dislike the cut of a certaine Courtiers beard: he sent me word, if I said his beard was not cut well, hee was in the minde it was: this is call'd the retort courteous. If I sent him word againe, it was not well cut, he wold send me word he cut it to please himselfe: this is call'd the quip modest. If againe, it was not well cut, he disabled my iudgment: this is called, the reply churlish. If againe it was not well cut, he would answer I spake not true: this is call'd the reproofe valiant. If againe, it was not well cut, he wold say, I lie: this is call'd the counter-checke quarrelsome: and so to lye circumstantiall, and the lye direct
Iaq. And how oft did you say his beard was not well cut? Clo. I durst go no further then the lye circumstantial: nor he durst not giue me the lye direct: and so wee measur'd swords, and parted
Iaq. Can you nominate in order now, the degrees of the lye
Clo. O sir, we quarrel in print, by the booke: as you haue bookes for good manners: I will name you the degrees. The first, the Retort courteous: the second, the Quip-modest: the third, the reply Churlish: the fourth, the Reproofe valiant: the fift, the Counterchecke quarrelsome: the sixt, the Lye with circumstance: the seauenth, the Lye direct: all these you may auoyd, but the Lye direct: and you may auoide that too, with an If. I knew when seuen Iustices could not take vp a Quarrell, but when the parties were met themselues, one of them thought but of an If; as if you saide so, then I saide so: and they shooke hands, and swore brothers. Your If, is the onely peace-maker: much vertue in if
Iaq. Is not this a rare fellow my Lord? He's as good at any thing, and yet a foole
Du.Se. He vses his folly like a stalking-horse, and vnder the presentation of that he shoots his wit. Enter Hymen, Rosalind, and Celia.
Still Musicke.
Hymen. Then is there mirth in heauen,When earthly things made eauenattone together.Good Duke receiue thy daughter,Hymen from Heauen brought her,Yea brought her hether.That thou mightst ioyne his hand with his,Whose heart within his bosome is
Ros. To you I giue my selfe, for I am yours.To you I giue my selfe, for I am yours
Du.Se. If there be truth in sight, you are my daughter
Orl. If there be truth in sight, you are my Rosalind
Phe. If sight & shape be true, why then my loue adieuRos. Ile haue no Father, if you be not he:Ile haue no Husband, if you be not he:Nor ne're wed woman, if you be not shee
Hy. Peace hoa: I barre confusion,'Tis I must make conclusionOf these most strange euents:Here's eight that must take hands,To ioyne in Hymens bands,If truth holds true contents.You and you, no crosse shall part;You and you, are hart in hart:You, to his loue must accord,Or haue a Woman to your Lord.You and you, are sure together,As the Winter to fowle Weather:Whiles a Wedlocke Hymne we sing,Feede your selues with questioning:That reason, wonder may diminishHow thus we met, and these things finish.
Song.
Wedding is great Iunos crowne,O blessed bond of boord and bed:'Tis Hymen peoples euerie towne,High wedlock then be honored:Honor, high honor and renowneTo Hymen, God of euerie Towne
Du.Se. O my deere Neece, welcome thou art to me,Euen daughter welcome, in no lesse degree
Phe. I wil not eate my word, now thou art mine,Thy faith, my fancie to thee doth combine.Enter Second Brother.
2.Bro. Let me haue audience for a word or two:I am the second sonne of old Sir Rowland,That bring these tidings to this faire assembly.Duke Frederick hearing how that euerie dayMen of great worth resorted to this forrest,Addrest a mightie power, which were on footeIn his owne conduct, purposely to takeHis brother heere, and put him to the sword:And to the skirts of this wilde Wood he came;Where, meeting with an old Religious man,After some question with him, was conuertedBoth from his enterprize, and from the world:His crowne bequeathing to his banish'd Brother,And all their Lands restor'd to him againeThat were with him exil'd. This to be true,I do engage my life
Du.Se. Welcome yong man:Thou offer'st fairely to thy brothers wedding:To one his lands with-held, and to the otherA land it selfe at large, a potent Dukedome.First, in this Forrest, let vs do those endsThat heere were well begun, and wel begot:And after, euery of this happie numberThat haue endur'd shrew'd daies, and nights with vs,Shal share the good of our returned fortune,According to the measure of their states.Meane time, forget this new-falne dignitie,And fall into our Rusticke Reuelrie:Play Musicke, and you Brides and Bride-groomes all,With measure heap'd in ioy, to'th Measures fall
Iaq. Sir, by your patience: if I heard you rightly,The Duke hath put on a Religious life,And throwne into neglect the pompous Court
2.Bro. He hath
Iaq. To him will I: out of these conuertites, There is much matter to be heard, and learn'd: you to your former Honor, I bequeath your patience, and your vertue, well deserues it. you to a loue, that your true faith doth merit: you to your land, and loue, and great allies: you to a long, and well-deserued bed: And you to wrangling, for thy louing voyage Is but for two moneths victuall'd: So to your pleasures, I am for other, then for dancing meazures
Du.Se. Stay, Iaques, stay
Iaq. To see no pastime, I: what you would haue,Ile stay to know, at your abandon'd caue.Enter.
Du.Se. Proceed, proceed: wee'l begin these rights,As we do trust, they'l end in true delights.
Exit
Ros. It is not the fashion to see the Ladie the Epilogue: but it is no more vnhandsome, then to see the Lord the Prologue. If it be true, that good wine needs no bush, 'tis true, that a good play needes no Epilogue. Yet to good wine they do vse good bushes: and good playes proue the better by the helpe of good Epilogues: What a case am I in then, that am neither a good Epilogue, nor cannot insinuate with you in the behalfe of a good play? I am not furnish'd like a Begger, therefore to begge will not become mee. My way is to coniure you, and Ile begin with the Women. I charge you (O women) for the loue you beare to men, to like as much of this Play, as please you: And I charge you (O men) for the loue you beare to women (as I perceiue by your simpring, none of you hates them) that betweene you, and the women, the play may please. If I were a Woman, I would kisse as many of you as had beards that pleas'd me, complexions that lik'd me, and breaths that I defi'de not: And I am sure, as many as haue good beards, or good faces, or sweet breaths, will for my kind offer, when I make curt'sie, bid me farewell. Enter.
FINIS. As you Like it.
The Taming of the Shrew
Actus primus. Scaena Prima.
Enter Begger and Hostes, Christophero Sly.
Begger. Ile pheeze you infaith
Host. A paire of stockes you rogue
Beg. Y'are a baggage, the Slies are no Rogues. Looke in the Chronicles, we came in with Richard Conqueror: therefore Paucas pallabris, let the world slide: Sessa
Host. You will not pay for the glasses you haue burst?Beg. No, not a deniere: go by S[aint]. Ieronimie, goe to thycold bed, and warme thee
Host. I know my remedie, I must go fetch the Head-borough
Beg. Third, or fourth, or fift Borough, Ile answere him by Law. Ile not budge an inch boy: Let him come, and kindly.
Falles asleepe.
Winde hornes. Enter a Lord from hunting, with his traine.
Lo. Huntsman I charge thee, tender wel my hounds,Brach Meriman, the poore Curre is imbost,And couple Clowder with the deepe-mouth'd brach,Saw'st thou not boy how Siluer made it goodAt the hedge corner, in the couldest fault,I would not loose the dogge for twentie pound
Hunts. Why Belman is as good as he my Lord,He cried vpon it at the meerest losse,And twice to day pick'd out the dullest sent,Trust me, I take him for the better dogge
Lord. Thou art a Foole, if Eccho were as fleete,I would esteeme him worth a dozen such:But sup them well, and looke vnto them all,To morrow I intend to hunt againe
Hunts. I will my Lord
Lord. What's heere? One dead, or drunke? See dothhe breath?2.Hun. He breath's my Lord. Were he not warm'dwith Ale, this were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly
Lord. Oh monstrous beast, how like a swine he lyes.Grim death, how foule and loathsome is thine image:Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man.What thinke you, if he were conuey'd to bed,Wrap'd in sweet cloathes: Rings put vpon his fingers:A most delicious banquet by his bed,And braue attendants neere him when he wakes,Would not the begger then forget himselfe?1.Hun. Beleeue me Lord, I thinke he cannot choose
2.H. It would seem strange vnto him when he wak'dLord. Euen as a flatt'ring dreame, or worthles fancie.Then take him vp, and manage well the iest:Carrie him gently to my fairest Chamber,And hang it round with all my wanton pictures:Balme his foule head in warme distilled waters,And burne sweet Wood to make the Lodging sweete:Procure me Musicke readie when he wakes,To make a dulcet and a heauenly sound:And if he chance to speake, be readie straight(And with a lowe submissiue reuerence)Say, what is it your Honor wil command:Let one attend him with a siluer BasonFull of Rose-water, and bestrew'd with Flowers,Another beare the Ewer: the third a Diaper,And say wilt please your Lordship coole your hands.Some one be readie with a costly suite,And aske him what apparrel he will weare:Another tell him of his Hounds and Horse,And that his Ladie mournes at his disease,Perswade him that he hath bin Lunaticke,And when he sayes he is, say that he dreames,For he is nothing but a mightie Lord:This do, and do it kindly, gentle sirs,It wil be pastime passing excellent,If it be husbanded with modestie
1.Hunts. My Lord I warrant you we wil play our part As he shall thinke by our true diligence He is no lesse then what we say he is
Lord. Take him vp gently, and to bed with him,And each one to his office when he wakes.
Sound trumpets.
Sirrah, go see what Trumpet 'tis that sounds,Belike some Noble Gentleman that meanes(Trauelling some iourney) to repose him heere.Enter Seruingman.
How now? who is it?Ser. An't please your Honor, PlayersThat offer seruice to your Lordship.Enter Players.
Lord. Bid them come neere:Now fellowes, you are welcome
Players. We thanke your Honor
Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to night?2.Player. So please your Lordshippe to accept ourdutie
Lord. With all my heart. This fellow I remember,Since once he plaide a Farmers eldest sonne,'Twas where you woo'd the Gentlewoman so well:I haue forgot your name: but sure that partWas aptly fitted, and naturally perform'd
Sincklo. I thinke 'twas Soto that your honor meanes
Lord. 'Tis verie true, thou didst it excellent:Well you are come to me in happie time,The rather for I haue some sport in hand,Wherein your cunning can assist me much.There is a Lord will heare you play to night;But I am doubtfull of your modesties,Least (ouer-eying of his odde behauiour,For yet his honor neuer heard a play)You breake into some merrie passion,And so offend him: for I tell you sirs,If you should smile, he growes impatient
Plai. Feare not my Lord, we can contain our selues,Were he the veriest anticke in the world
Lord. Go sirra, take them to the Butterie,And giue them friendly welcome euerie one,Let them want nothing that my house affoords.
Exit one with the Players.
Sirra go you to Bartholmew my Page,And see him drest in all suites like a Ladie:That done, conduct him to the drunkards chamber,And call him Madam, do him obeisance:Tell him from me (as he will win my loue)He beare himselfe with honourable action,Such as he hath obseru'd in noble LadiesVnto their Lords, by them accomplished,Such dutie to the drunkard let him do:With soft lowe tongue, and lowly curtesie,And say: What is't your Honor will command,Wherein your Ladie, and your humble wife,May shew her dutie, and make knowne her loue.And then with kinde embracements, tempting kisses,And with declining head into his bosomeBid him shed teares, as being ouer-ioyedTo see her noble Lord restor'd to health,Who for this seuen yeares hath esteemed himNo better then a poore and loathsome begger:And if the boy haue not a womans guiftTo raine a shower of commanded teares,An Onion wil do well for such a shift,Which in a Napkin (being close conuei'd)Shall in despight enforce a waterie eie:See this dispatch'd with all the hast thou canst,Anon Ile giue thee more instructions.
Exit a seruingman.
I know the boy will wel vsurpe the grace,Voice, gate, and action of a Gentlewoman:I long to heare him call the drunkard husband,And how my men will stay themselues from laughter,When they do homage to this simple peasant,Ile in to counsell them: haply my presenceMay well abate the ouer-merrie spleene,Which otherwise would grow into extreames.Enter aloft the drunkard with attendants, some with apparel, BasonandEwer, & other appurtenances, & Lord.
Beg. For Gods sake a pot of small Ale
1.Ser. Wilt please your Lord drink a cup of sacke? 2.Ser. Wilt please your Honor taste of these Conserues? 3.Ser. What raiment wil your honor weare to day
Beg. I am Christophero Sly, call not mee Honour nor Lordship: I ne're drank sacke in my life: and if you giue me any Conserues, giue me conserues of Beefe: nere ask me what raiment Ile weare, for I haue no more doublets then backes: no more stockings then legges: nor no more shooes then feet, nay sometime more feete then shooes, or such shooes as my toes looke through the ouer-leather
Lord. Heauen cease this idle humor in your Honor.Oh that a mightie man of such discent,Of such possessions, and so high esteemeShould be infused with so foule a spirit
Beg. What would you make me mad? Am not I Christopher Slie, old Slies sonne of Burton-heath, by byrth a Pedler, by education a Cardmaker, by transmutation a Beare-heard, and now by present profession a Tinker. Aske Marrian Hacket the fat Alewife of Wincot, if shee know me not: if she say I am not xiiii.d. on the score for sheere Ale, score me vp for the lyingst knaue in Christen dome. What I am not bestraught: here's- 3.Man. Oh this it is that makes your Ladie mourne
2.Man. Oh this is it that makes your seruants droop
Lord. Hence comes it, that your kindred shuns your houseAs beaten hence by your strange Lunacie.Oh Noble Lord, bethinke thee of thy birth,Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment,And banish hence these abiect lowlie dreames:Looke how thy seruants do attend on thee,Each in his office readie at thy becke.Wilt thou haue Musicke? Harke Apollo plaies,
Musick
And twentie caged Nightingales do sing.Or wilt thou sleepe? Wee'l haue thee to a Couch,Softer and sweeter then the lustfull bedOn purpose trim'd vp for Semiramis.Say thou wilt walke: we wil bestrow the ground.Or wilt thou ride? Thy horses shal be trap'd,Their harnesse studded all with Gold and Pearle.Dost thou loue hawking? Thou hast hawkes will soareAboue the morning Larke. Or wilt thou hunt,Thy hounds shall make the Welkin answer themAnd fetch shrill ecchoes from the hollow earth
1.Man. Say thou wilt course, thy gray-hounds are as swiftAs breathed Stags: I fleeter then the Roe
2.M. Dost thou loue pictures? we wil fetch thee straitAdonis painted by a running brooke,And Citherea all in sedges hid,Which seeme to moue and wanton with her breath,Euen as the wauing sedges play with winde
Lord. Wee'l shew thee Io, as she was a Maid,And how she was beguiled and surpriz'd,As liuelie painted, as the deede was done
3.Man. Or Daphne roming through a thornie wood,Scratching her legs, that one shal sweare she bleeds,And at that sight shal sad Apollo weepe,So workmanlie the blood and teares are drawne
Lord. Thou art a Lord, and nothing but a Lord:Thou hast a Ladie farre more Beautifull,Then any woman in this waining age
1.Man. And til the teares that she hath shed for thee,Like enuious flouds ore-run her louely face,She was the fairest creature in the world,And yet shee is inferiour to none
Beg. Am I a Lord, and haue I such a Ladie?Or do I dreame? Or haue I dream'd till now?I do not sleepe: I see, I heare, I speake:I smel sweet sauours, and I feele soft things:Vpon my life I am a Lord indeede,And not a Tinker, nor Christopher Slie.Well, bring our Ladie hither to our sight,And once againe a pot o'th smallest Ale
2.Man. Wilt please your mightinesse to wash yourhands:Oh how we ioy to see your wit restor'd,Oh that once more you knew but what you are:These fifteene yeeres you haue bin in a dreame,Or when you wak'd, so wak'd as if you slept
Beg. These fifteene yeeres, by my fay, a goodly nap,But did I neuer speake of all that time
1.Man. Oh yes my Lord, but verie idle words,For though you lay heere in this goodlie chamber,Yet would you say, ye were beaten out of doore,And raile vpon the Hostesse of the house,And say you would present her at the Leete,Because she brought stone-Iugs, and no seal'd quarts:Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket
Beg. I, the womans maide of the house
3.Man. Why sir you know no house, nor no such maidNor no such men as you haue reckon'd vp,As Stephen Slie, and old Iohn Naps of Greece,And Peter Turph, and Henry Pimpernell,And twentie more such names and men as these,Which neuer were, nor no man euer saw
Beg. Now Lord be thanked for my good amends
All. Amen.Enter Lady with Attendants.
Beg. I thanke thee, thou shalt not loose by it
Lady. How fares my noble Lord?Beg. Marrie I fare well, for heere is cheere enough.Where is my wife?La. Heere noble Lord, what is thy will with her?Beg. Are you my wife, and will not cal me husband?My men should call me Lord, I am your good-man
La. My husband and my Lord, my Lord and husbandI am your wife in all obedience
Beg. I know it well, what must I call her?Lord. Madam
Beg. Alce Madam, or Ione Madam?Lord. Madam, and nothing else, so Lords cal LadiesBeg. Madame wife, they say that I haue dream'd,And slept aboue some fifteene yeare or more
Lady. I, and the time seeme's thirty vnto me,Being all this time abandon'd from your bed
Beg. 'Tis much, seruants leaue me and her alone:Madam vndresse you, and come now to bed
La. Thrice noble Lord, let me intreat of youTo pardon me yet for a night or two:Or if not so, vntill the Sun be set.For your Physitians haue expressely charg'd,In perill to incurre your former malady,That I should yet absent me from your bed:I hope this reason stands for my excuse
Beg. I, it stands so that I may hardly tarry so long:But I would be loth to fall into my dreames againe: Iwil therefore tarrie in despight of the flesh & the bloodEnter a Messenger.
Mes. Your Honors Players hearing your amendment,Are come to play a pleasant Comedie,For so your doctors hold it very meete,Seeing too much sadnesse hath congeal'd your blood,And melancholly is the Nurse of frenzie,Therefore they thought it good you heare a play,And frame your minde to mirth and merriment,Which barres a thousand harmes, and lengthens life
Beg. Marrie I will let them play, it is not a Comontie,a Christmas gambold, or a tumbling tricke?Lady. No my good Lord, it is more pleasing stuffe
Beg. What, houshold stuffe
Lady. It is a kinde of history
Beg. Well, we'l see't:Come Madam wife sit by my side,And let the world slip, we shall nere be yonger.
Flourish. Enter Lucentio, and his man Triano.
Luc. Tranio, since for the great desire I hadTo see faire Padua, nurserie of Arts,I am arriu'd for fruitfull Lumbardie,The pleasant garden of great Italy,And by my fathers loue and leaue am arm'dWith his good will, and thy good companie.My trustie seruant well approu'd in all,Heere let vs breath, and haply instituteA course of Learning, and ingenious studies.Pisa renowned for graue CitizensGaue me my being, and my father firstA Merchant of great Trafficke through the world:Vincentio's come of the Bentiuolij,Vincentio's sonne, brought vp in Florence,It shall become to serue all hopes conceiu'dTo decke his fortune with his vertuous deedes:And therefore Tranio, for the time I studie,Vertue and that part of PhilosophieWill I applie, that treats of happinesse,By vertue specially to be atchieu'd.Tell me thy minde, for I haue Pisa left,And am to Padua come, as he that leauesA shallow plash, to plunge him in the deepe,And with sacietie seekes to quench his thirst
Tra. Me Pardonato, gentle master mine:I am in all affected as your selfe,Glad that you thus continue your resolue,To sucke the sweets of sweete Philosophie.Onely (good master) while we do admireThis vertue, and this morall discipline,Let's be no Stoickes, nor no stockes I pray,Or so deuote to Aristotles checkesAs Ouid; be an out-cast quite abiur'd:Balke Lodgicke with acquaintance that you haue,And practise Rhetoricke in your common talke,Musicke and Poesie vse, to quicken you,The Mathematickes, and the MetaphysickesFall to them as you finde your stomacke serues you:No profit growes, where is no pleasure tane:In briefe sir, studie what you most affect
Luc. Gramercies Tranio, well dost thou aduise,If Biondello thou wert come ashore,We could at once put vs in readinesse,And take a Lodging fit to entertaineSuch friends (as time) in Padua shall beget.But stay a while, what companie is this?Tra. Master some shew to welcome vs to Towne.Enter Baptista with his two daughters, Katerina & Bianca, GremioaPantelowne, Hortentio sister to Bianca. Lucen. Tranio, stand by.
Bap. Gentlemen, importune me no farther,For how I firmly am resolu'd you know:That is, not to bestow my yongest daughter,Before I haue a husband for the elder:If either of you both loue Katherina,Because I know you well, and loue you well,Leaue shall you haue to court her at your pleasure
Gre. To cart her rather. She's to rough for mee,There, there Hortensio, will you any Wife?Kate. I pray you sir, is it your willTo make a stale of me amongst these mates?Hor. Mates maid, how meane you that?No mates for you,Vnlesse you were of gentler milder mould
Kate. I'faith sir, you shall neuer neede to feare,Iwis it is not halfe way to her heart:But if it were, doubt not, her care should be,To combe your noddle with a three-legg'd stoole,And paint your face, and vse you like a foole
Hor. From all such diuels, good Lord deliuer vs
Gre. And me too, good Lord
Tra. Husht master, heres some good pastime toward;That wench is starke mad, or wonderfull froward
Lucen. But in the others silence do I see,Maids milde behauiour and sobrietie.Peace Tranio
Tra. Well said Mr, mum, and gaze your fill
Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soone make goodWhat I haue said, Bianca get you in,And let it not displease thee good Bianca,For I will loue thee nere the lesse my girle
Kate. A pretty peate, it is best put finger in the eye,and she knew why
Bian. Sister content you, in my discontent.Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe:My bookes and instruments shall be my companie,On them to looke, and practise by my selfe
Luc. Harke Tranio, thou maist heare Minerua speak
Hor. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange,Sorrie am I that our good will effectsBianca's greefe
Gre. Why will you mew her vp(Signior Baptista) for this fiend of hell,And make her beare the pennance of her tongue
Bap. Gentlemen content ye: I am resolud:Go in Bianca.And for I know she taketh most delightIn Musicke, Instruments, and Poetry,Schoolemasters will I keepe within my house,Fit to instruct her youth. If you Hortensio,Or signior Gremio you know any such,Preferre them hither: for to cunning men,I will be very kinde and liberall,To mine owne children, in good bringing vp,And so farewell: Katherina you may stay,For I haue more to commune with Bianca.Enter.
Kate. Why, and I trust I may go too, may I not?What shall I be appointed houres, as though(Belike) I knew not what to take,And what to leaue? Ha.
Exit
Gre. You may go to the diuels dam: your guifts are so good heere's none will holde you: Their loue is not so great Hortensio, but we may blow our nails together, and fast it fairely out. Our cakes dough on both sides. Farewell: yet for the loue I beare my sweet Bianca, if I can by any meanes light on a fit man to teach her that wherein she delights, I will wish him to her father
Hor. So will I signiour Gremio: but a word I pray: Though the nature of our quarrell yet neuer brook'd parle, know now vpon aduice, it toucheth vs both: that we may yet againe haue accesse to our faire Mistris, and be happie riuals in Bianca's loue, to labour and effect one thing specially
Gre. What's that I pray?Hor. Marrie sir to get a husband for her Sister
Gre. A husband: a diuell
Hor. I say a husband
Gre. I say, a diuell: Think'st thou Hortensio, though her father be verie rich, any man is so verie a foole to be married to hell? Hor. Tush Gremio: though it passe your patience & mine to endure her lowd alarums, why man there bee good fellowes in the world, and a man could light on them, would take her with all faults, and mony enough
Gre. I cannot tell: but I had as lief take her dowrie with this condition; To be whipt at the hie crosse euerie morning
Hor. Faith (as you say) there's small choise in rotten apples: but come, since this bar in law makes vs friends, it shall be so farre forth friendly maintain'd, till by helping Baptistas eldest daughter to a husband, wee set his yongest free for a husband, and then haue too't afresh: Sweet Bianca, happy man be his dole: hee that runnes fastest, gets the Ring: How say you signior Gremio? Grem. I am agreed, and would I had giuen him the best horse in Padua to begin his woing that would thoroughly woe her, wed her, and bed her, and ridde the house of her. Come on.
Exeunt. ambo. Manet Tranio and Lucentio
Tra. I pray sir tel me, is it possibleThat loue should of a sodaine take such hold
Luc. Oh Tranio, till I found it to be true,I neuer thought it possible or likely.But see, while idely I stood looking on,I found the effect of Loue in idlenesse,And now in plainnesse do confesse to theeThat art to me as secret and as deereAs Anna to the Queene of Carthage was:Tranio I burne, I pine, I perish Tranio,If I atchieue not this yong modest gyrle:Counsaile me Tranio, for I know thou canst:Assist me Tranio, for I know thou wilt
Tra. Master, it is no time to chide you now,Affection is not rated from the heart:If loue haue touch'd you, naught remaines but so,Redime te captam quam queas minimo
Luc. Gramercies Lad: Go forward, this contents,The rest wil comfort, for thy counsels sound
Tra. Master, you look'd so longly on the maide,Perhaps you mark'd not what's the pith of all
Luc. Oh yes, I saw sweet beautie in her face,Such as the daughter of Agenor had,That made great Ioue to humble him to her hand,When with his knees he kist the Cretan strond
Tra. Saw you no more? Mark'd you not how hir sisterBegan to scold, and raise vp such a storme,That mortal eares might hardly indure the din
Luc. Tranio, I saw her corrall lips to moue,And with her breath she did perfume the ayre,Sacred and sweet was all I saw in her
Tra. Nay, then 'tis time to stirre him fro[m] his trance:I pray awake sir: if you loue the Maide,Bend thoughts and wits to atcheeue her. Thus it stands:Her elder sister is so curst and shrew'd,That til the Father rid his hands of her,Master, your Loue must liue a maide at home,And therefore has he closely meu'd her vp,Because she will not be annoy'd with suters
Luc. Ah Tranio, what a cruell Fathers he:But art thou not aduis'd, he tooke some careTo get her cunning Schoolemasters to instruct her
Tra. I marry am I sir, and now 'tis plotted
Luc. I haue it Tranio
Tra. Master, for my hand,Both our inuentions meet and iumpe in one
Luc. Tell me thine first
Tra. You will be schoole-master,And vndertake the teaching of the maid:That's your deuice
Luc. It is: May it be done?Tra. Not possible: for who shall beare your part,And be in Padua heere Vincentio's sonne,Keepe house, and ply his booke, welcome his friends,Visit his Countrimen, and banquet them?Luc. Basta, content thee: for I haue it full.We haue not yet bin seene in any house,Nor can we be distinguish'd by our faces,For man or master: then it followes thus;Thou shalt be master, Tranio in my sted:Keepe house, and port, and seruants, 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 onceVncase thee: take my Coulord hat and cloake,When Biondello comes, he waites on thee,But I will charme him first to keepe his tongue
Tra. So had you neede:In breefe Sir, sith it your pleasure is,And I am tyed to be obedient,For so your father charg'd me at our parting:Be seruiceable to my sonne (quoth he)Although I thinke 'twas in another sense,I am content to bee Lucentio,Because so well I loue Lucentio
Luc. Tranio be so, because Lucentio loues,And let me be a slaue, t' atchieue that maide,Whose sodaine sight hath thral'd my wounded eye.Enter Biondello.
Heere comes the rogue. Sirra, where haue you bin?Bion. Where haue I beene? Nay how now, whereare you? Maister, ha's my fellow Tranio stolne yourcloathes, or you stolne his, or both? Pray what's thenewes?Luc. Sirra come hither, 'tis no time to iest,And therefore frame your manners to the timeYour fellow Tranio heere to saue my life,Puts my apparrell, and my count'nance on,And I for my escape haue put on his:For in a quarrell since I came a-shore,I kil'd a man, and feare I was descried:Waite you on him, I charge you, as becomes:While I make way from hence to saue my life:You vnderstand me?Bion. I sir, ne're a whit
Luc. And not a iot of Tranio in your mouth,Tranio is chang'd into Lucentio
Bion. The better for him, would I were so too
Tra. So could I 'faith boy, to haue the next wish after, that Lucentio indeede had Baptistas yongest daughter. But sirra, not for my sake, but your masters, I aduise you vse 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
Luc. Tranio let's go:One thing more rests, that thy selfe execute,To make one among these wooers: if thou ask me why,Sufficeth my reasons are both good and waighty.
Exeunt. The Presenters aboue speakes.
1.Man. My Lord you nod, you do not minde the play
Beg. Yes by Saint Anne do I, a good matter surely:Comes there any more of it?Lady. My Lord, 'tis but begun
Beg. 'Tis a verie excellent peece of worke, MadameLadie: would 'twere done.
They sit and marke.
Enter Petruchio, and his man Grumio.
Petr. Verona, for a while I take my leaue,To see my friends in Padua; but of allMy best beloued and approued friendHortensio: & I trow this is his house:Heere sirra Grumio, knocke I say
Gru. Knocke sir? whom should I knocke? Is thereany man ha's rebus'd your worship?Petr. Villaine I say, knocke me heere soundly
Gru. Knocke you heere sir? Why sir, what am I sir,that I should knocke you heere sir
Petr. Villaine I say, knocke me at this gate,And rap me well, or Ile knocke your knaues pate
Gru. My Mr is growne quarrelsome:I should knocke you first,And then I know after who comes by the worst
Petr. Will it not be?'Faith sirrah, and you'l not knocke, Ile ring it,Ile trie how you can Sol, Fa, and sing it.
He rings him by the eares
Gru. Helpe mistris helpe, my master is mad
Petr. Now knocke when I bid you: sirrah villaine.Enter Hortensio.
Hor. How now, what's the matter? My olde friendGrumio, and my good friend Petruchio? How do you allat Verona?Petr. Signior Hortensio, come you to part the fray?Contutti le core bene trobatto, may I say
Hor. Alla nostra casa bene venuto multo honorata signiormio Petruchio.Rise Grumio rise, we will compound this quarrell
Gru. Nay 'tis no matter sir, what he leges in Latine. If this be not a lawfull cause for me to leaue his seruice, looke you sir: He bid me knocke him, & rap him soundly sir. Well, was it fit for a seruant to vse his master so, being perhaps (for ought I see) two and thirty, a peepe out? Whom would to God I had well knockt at first, then had not Grumio come by the worst
Petr. A sencelesse villaine: good Hortensio,I bad the rascall knocke vpon your gate,And could not get him for my heart to do it
Gru. Knocke at the gate? O heauens: spake you not these words plaine? Sirra, Knocke me heere: rappe me heere: knocke me well, and knocke me soundly? And come you now with knocking at the gate? Petr. Sirra be gone, or talke not I aduise you
Hor. Petruchio patience, I am Grumio's pledge:Why this a heauie chance twixt him and you,Your ancient trustie pleasant seruant Grumio:And tell me now (sweet friend) what happie galeBlowes you to Padua heere, from old Verona?Petr. Such wind as scatters yongmen throgh y world,To seeke their fortunes farther then at home,Where small experience growes but in a few.Signior Hortensio, thus it stands with me,Antonio my father is deceast,And I haue thrust my selfe into this maze,Happily to wiue and thriue, as best I may:Crownes in my purse I haue, and goods at home,And so am come abroad to see the world
Hor. Petruchio, shall I then come roundly to thee,And wish thee to a shrew'd ill-fauour'd wife?Thou'dst thanke me but a little for my counsell:And yet Ile promise thee she shall be rich,And verie rich: but th'art too much my friend,And Ile not wish thee to her
Petr. Signior Hortensio, 'twixt such friends as wee,Few words suffice: and therefore, if thou knowOne rich enough to be Petruchio's wife:(As wealth is burthen of my woing dance)Be she as foule as was Florentius Loue,As old as Sibell, and as curst and shrow'dAs Socrates Zentippe, or a worse:She moues me not, or not remoues at leastAffections edge in me. Were she is as roughAs are the swelling Adriaticke seas.I come to wiue it wealthily in Padua:If wealthily, then happily in Padua
Gru. Nay looke you sir, hee tels you flatly what his minde is: why giue him Gold enough, and marrie him to a Puppet or an Aglet babie, or an old trot with ne're a tooth in her head, though she haue as manie diseases as two and fiftie horses. Why nothing comes amisse, so monie comes withall
Hor. Petruchio, since we are stept thus farre in,I will continue that I broach'd in iest,I can Petruchio helpe thee to a wifeWith wealth enough, and yong and beautious,Brought vp as best becomes a Gentlewoman.Her onely fault, and that is faults enough,Is, that she is intollerable curst,And shrow'd, and froward, so beyond all measure,That were my state farre worser then it is,I would not wed her for a mine of Gold
Petr. Hortensio peace: thou knowst not golds effect,Tell me her fathers name, and 'tis enough:For I will boord her, though she chide as loudAs thunder, when the clouds in Autumne cracke
Hor. Her father is Baptista Minola,An affable and courteous Gentleman,Her name is Katherina Minola,Renown'd in Padua for her scolding tongue
Petr. I know her father, though I know not her,And he knew my deceased father well:I wil not sleepe Hortensio til I see her,And therefore let me be thus bold with you,To giue you ouer at this first encounter,Vnlesse you wil accompanie me thither
Gru . I pray you Sir let him go while the humor lasts. A my word, and she knew him as wel as I do, she would thinke scolding would doe little good vpon him. Shee may perhaps call him halfe a score Knaues, or so: Why that's nothing; and he begin once, hee'l raile in his rope trickes. Ile tell you what sir, and she stand him but a litle, he wil throw a figure in her face, and so disfigure hir with it, that shee shal haue no more eies to see withall then a Cat: you know him not sir
Hor. Tarrie Petruchio, I must go with thee,For in Baptistas keepe my treasure is:He hath the Iewel of my life in hold,His yongest daughter, beautiful Bianca,And her with-holds from me. Other moreSuters to her, and riuals in my Loue:Supposing it a thing impossible,For those defects I haue before rehearst,That euer Katherina wil be woo'd:Therefore this order hath Baptista tane,That none shal haue accesse vnto Bianca,Til Katherine the Curst, haue got a husband
Gru. Katherine the curst,A title for a maide, of all titles the worst
Hor. Now shal my friend Petruchio do me grace,And offer me disguis'd in sober robes,To old Baptista as a schoole-masterWell seene in Musicke, to instruct Bianca,That so I may by this deuice at leastHaue leaue and leisure to make loue to her,And vnsuspected court her by her selfe.Enter Gremio and Lucentio disguised.
Gru. Heere's no knauerie. See, to beguile the olde-folkes, how the young folkes lay their heads together. Master, master, looke about you: Who goes there? ha
Hor. Peace Grumio, it is the riuall of my Loue.Petruchio stand by a while
Grumio. A proper stripling, and an amorous
Gremio. O very well, I haue perus'd the note:Hearke you sir, Ile haue them verie fairely bound,All bookes of Loue, see that at any hand,And see you reade no other Lectures to her:You vnderstand me. Ouer and besideSignior Baptistas liberalitie,Ile mend it with a Largesse. Take your paper too,And let me haue them verie wel perfum'd;For she is sweeter then perfume it selfeTo whom they go to: what wil you reade to her
Luc. What ere I reade to her, Ile pleade for you,As for my patron, stand you so assur'd,As firmely as your selfe were still in place,Yea and perhaps with more successefull wordsThen you; vnlesse you were a scholler sir
Gre. Oh this learning, what a thing it is
Gru. Oh this Woodcocke, what an Asse it is
Petru. Peace sirra
Hor. Grumio mum: God saue you signior Gremio
Gre. And you are wel met, Signior Hortensio.Trow you whither I am going? To Baptista Minola,I promist to enquire carefullyAbout a schoolemaster for the faire Bianca,And by good fortune I haue lighted wellOn this yong man: For learning and behauiourFit for her turne, well read in PoetrieAnd other bookes, good ones, I warrant ye
Hor. 'Tis well: and I haue met a GentlemanHath promist me to helpe one to another,A fine Musitian to instruct our Mistris,So shal I no whit be behinde in dutieTo faire Bianca, so beloued of me
Gre. Beloued of me, and that my deeds shal proue
Gru. And that his bags shal proue
Hor. Gremio, 'tis now no time to vent our loue,Listen to me, and if you speake me faire,Ile tel you newes indifferent good for either.Heere is a Gentleman whom by chance I metVpon agreement from vs to his liking,Will vndertake to woo curst Katherine,Yea, and to marrie her, if her dowrie please
Gre. So said, so done, is well:Hortensio, haue you told him all her faults?Petr. I know she is an irkesome brawling scold:If that be all Masters, I heare no harme
Gre. No, sayst me so, friend? What Countreyman?Petr. Borne in Verona, old Butonios sonne:My father dead, my fortune liues for me,And I do hope, good dayes and long, to see
Gre. Oh sir, such a life with such a wife, were strange:But if you haue a stomacke, too't a Gods name,You shal haue me assisting you in all.But will you woo this Wilde-cat?Petr. Will I liue?Gru. Wil he woo her? I: or Ile hang her
Petr. Why came I hither, but to that intent?Thinke you, a little dinne can daunt mine eares?Haue I not in my time heard Lions rore?Haue I not heard the sea, puft vp with windes,Rage like an angry Boare, chafed with sweat?Haue I not heard great Ordnance in the field?And heauens Artillerie thunder in the skies?Haue I not in a pitched battell heardLoud larums, neighing steeds, & trumpets clangue?And do you tell me of a womans tongue?That giues not halfe so great a blow to heare,As wil a Chesse-nut in a Farmers fire.Tush, tush, feare boyes with bugs
Gru. For he feares none
Grem. Hortensio hearke:This Gentleman is happily arriu'd,My minde presumes for his owne good, and yours
Hor. I promist we would be Contributors,And beare his charge of wooing whatsoere
Gremio. And so we wil, prouided that he win her
Gru. I would I were as sure of a good dinner.Enter Tranio braue, and Biondello.
Tra. Gentlemen God saue you. If I may be boldTell me I beseech you, which is the readiest wayTo the house of Signior Baptista Minola?Bion. He that ha's the two faire daughters: ist he youmeane?Tra. Euen he Biondello
Gre. Hearke you sir, you meane not her to-Tra. Perhaps him and her sir, what haue you to do?Petr. Not her that chides sir, at any hand I pray
Tranio. I loue no chiders sir: Biondello, let's away
Luc. Well begun Tranio
Hor. Sir, a word ere you go:Are you a sutor to the Maid you talke of, yea or no?Tra. And if I be sir, is it any offence?Gremio. No: if without more words you will get youhence
Tra. Why sir, I pray are not the streets as freeFor me, as for you?Gre. But so is not she
Tra. For what reason I beseech you
Gre. For this reason if you'l kno,That she's the choise loue of Signior Gremio
Hor. That she's the chosen of signior Hortensio
Tra. Softly my Masters: If you be GentlemenDo me this right: heare me with patience.Baptista is a noble Gentleman,To whom my Father is not all vnknowne,And were his daughter fairer then she is,She may more sutors haue, and me for one.Faire Laedaes daughter had a thousand wooers,Then well one more may faire Bianca haue;And so she shall: Lucentio shal make one,Though Paris came, in hope to speed alone
Gre. What, this Gentleman will out-talke vs all
Luc. Sir giue him head, I know hee'l proue a Iade
Petr. Hortensio, to what end are all these words?Hor. Sir, let me be so bold as aske you,Did you yet euer see Baptistas daughter?Tra. No sir, but heare I do that he hath two:The one, as famous for a scolding tongue,As is the other, for beauteous modestie
Petr. Sir, sir, the first's for me, let her go by
Gre. Yea, leaue that labour to great Hercules,And let it be more then Alcides twelue
Petr. Sir vnderstand you this of me (insooth)The yongest daughter whom you hearken for,Her father keepes from all accesse of sutors,And will not promise her to any man,Vntill the elder sister first be wed.The yonger then is free, and not before
Tranio. If it be so sir, that you are the manMust steed vs all, and me amongst the rest:And if you breake the ice, and do this seeke,Atchieue the elder: set the yonger free,For our accesse, whose hap shall be to haue her,Wil not so gracelesse be, to be ingrate
Hor. Sir you say wel, and wel you do conceiue,And since you do professe to be a sutor,You must as we do, gratifie this Gentleman,To whom we all rest generally beholding
Tranio. Sir, I shal not be slacke, in signe whereof,Please ye we may contriue this afternoone,And quaffe carowses to our Mistresse health,And do as aduersaries do in law,Striue mightily, but eate and drinke as friends
Gru. Bion. Oh excellent motion: fellowes let's be gon
Hor. The motions good indeed, and be it so,Petruchio, I shal be your Been venuto.
Exeunt.
Enter Katherina and Bianca.
Bian. Good sister wrong me not, nor wrong your self,To make a bondmaide and a slaue of mee,That I disdaine: but for these other goods,Vnbinde my hands, Ile pull them off my selfe,Yea all my raiment, to my petticoate,Or what you will command me, wil I do,So well I know my dutie to my elders
Kate. Of all thy sutors heere I charge telWhom thou lou'st best: see thou dissemble not
Bianca. Beleeue me sister, of all the men aliue,I neuer yet beheld that speciall face,Which I could fancie, more then any other
Kate. Minion thou lyest: Is't not Hortensio?Bian. If you affect him sister, heere I sweareIle pleade for you my selfe, but you shal haue him
Kate. Oh then belike you fancie riches more,You wil haue Gremio to keepe you faire
Bian. Is it for him you do enuie me so?Nay then you iest, and now I wel perceiueYou haue but iested with me all this while:I prethee sister Kate, vntie my hands
Ka. If that be iest, then all the rest was so.
Strikes her
Enter Baptista.
Bap. Why how now Dame, whence growes this insolence?Bianca stand aside, poore gyrle she weepes:Go ply thy Needle, meddle not with her.For shame thou Hilding of a diuellish spirit,Why dost thou wrong her, that did nere wrong thee?When did she crosse thee with a bitter word?Kate. Her silence flouts me, and Ile be reueng'd.
Flies after Bianca
Bap. What in my sight? Bianca get thee in.Enter.
Kate. What will you not suffer me: Nay now I seeShe is your treasure, she must haue a husband,I must dance bare-foot on her wedding day,And for your loue to her, leade Apes in hell.Talke not to me, I will go sit and weepe,Till I can finde occasion of reuenge
Bap. Was euer Gentleman thus greeu'd as I?But who comes heere.Enter Gremio, Lucentio, in the habit of a meane man, PetruchiowithTranio, with his boy bearing a Lute and Bookes.
Gre. Good morrow neighbour Baptista
Bap. Good morrow neighbour Gremio: God saueyou Gentlemen
Pet. And you good sir: pray haue you not a daughter,cal'd Katerina, faire and vertuous
Bap. I haue a daughter sir, cal'd Katerina
Gre. You are too blunt, go to it orderly
Pet. You wrong me signior Gremio, giue me leaue.I am a Gentleman of Verona sir,That hearing of her beautie, and her wit,Her affability and bashfull modestie:Her wondrous qualities, and milde behauiour,Am bold to shew my selfe a forward guestWithin your house, to make mine eye the witnesseOf that report, which I so oft haue heard,And for an entrance to my entertainment,I do present you with a man of mineCunning in Musicke, and the Mathematickes,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 Litio, borne in Mantua
Bap. Y'are welcome sir, and he for your good sake.But for my daughter Katerine, this I know,She is not for your turne, the more my greefe
Pet. I see you do not meane to part with her,Or else you like not of my companie
Bap. Mistake me not, I speake but as I finde,Whence are you sir? What may I call your name