Pet. Petruchio is my name, Antonio's sonne,A man well knowne throughout all Italy
Bap. I know him well: you are welcome for his sake
Gre. Sauing your tale Petruchio, I pray let vs that are poore petitioners speake too? Bacare, you are meruaylous forward
Pet. Oh, Pardon me signior Gremio, I would faine bedoing
Gre. I doubt it not sir. But you will curseYour wooing neighbors: this is a guiftVery gratefull, I am sure of it, to expresseThe like kindnesse my selfe, that haue beeneMore kindely beholding to you then any:Freely giue vnto this yong Scholler, that hathBeene long studying at Rhemes, as cunningIn Greeke, Latine, and other Languages,As the other in Musicke and Mathematickes:His name is Cambio: pray accept his seruice
Bap. A thousand thankes signior Gremio:Welcome good Cambio. But gentle sir,Me thinkes you walke like a stranger,May I be so bold, to know the cause of your comming?Tra. Pardon me sir, the boldnesse is mine owne,That being a stranger in this Cittie heere,Do make my selfe a sutor to your daughter,Vnto Bianca, faire and vertuous:Nor is your firme resolue vnknowne to me,In the preferment of the eldest sister.This liberty is all that I request,That vpon knowledge of my Parentage,I may haue welcome 'mongst the rest that woo,And free accesse and fauour as the rest.And toward the education of your daughters:I heere bestow a simple instrument,And this small packet of Greeke and Latine bookes:If you accept them, then their worth is great:Bap. Lucentio is your name, of whence I pray
Tra. Of Pisa sir, sonne to Vincentio
Bap. A mightie man of Pisa by report,I know him well: you are verie welcome sir:Take you the Lute, and you the set of bookes,You shall go see your Pupils presently.Holla, within.
Enter a Seruant
Sirrah, leade these GentlemenTo my daughters, and tell them bothThese are their Tutors, bid them vse them well,We will go walke a little in the Orchard,And then to dinner: you are passing welcome,And so I pray you all to thinke your selues
Pet. Signior Baptista, my businesse asketh haste,And euerie day I cannot come to woo,You knew my father well, and in him me,Left solie heire to all his Lands and goods,Which I haue bettered rather then decreast,Then tell me, if I get your daughters loue,What dowrie shall I haue with her to wife
Bap. After my death, the one halfe of my Lands,And in possession twentie thousand Crownes
Pet. And for that dowrie, Ile assure her ofHer widdow-hood, be it that she suruiue meIn all my Lands and Leases whatsoeuer,Let specialties be therefore drawne betweene vs,That couenants may be kept on either hand
Bap. I, when the speciall thing is well obtain'd,That is her loue: for that is all in all
Pet. Why that is nothing: for I tell you father,I am as peremptorie as she proud minded:And where two raging fires meete together,They do consume the thing that feedes their furie.Though little fire growes great with little winde,Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all:So I to her, and so she yeelds to me,For I am rough, and woo not like a babe
Bap. Well maist thou woo, and happy be thy speed:But be thou arm'd for some vnhappie words
Pet. I to the proofe, as Mountaines are for windes,That shakes not, though they blow perpetually.Enter Hortensio with his head broke.
Bap. How now my friend, why dost thou looke sopale?Hor. For feare I promise you, if I looke pale
Bap. What, will my daughter proue a good Musitian?Hor. I thinke she'l sooner proue a souldier,Iron may hold with her, but neuer Lutes
Bap. Why then thou canst not break her to the Lute?Hor. Why no, for she hath broke the Lute to me:I did but tell her she mistooke her frets,And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering,When (with a most impatient diuellish spirit)Frets call you these? (quoth she) Ile fume with them:And with that word she stroke me on the head,And through the instrument my pate made way,And there I stood amazed for a while,As on a Pillorie, looking through the Lute,While she did call me Rascall, Fidler,And twangling Iacke, with twentie such vilde tearmes,As had she studied to misvse me so
Pet. Now by the world, it is a lustie Wench,I loue her ten times more then ere I did,Oh how I long to haue some chat with her
Bap. Wel go with me, and be not so discomfited.Proceed in practise with my yonger daughter,She's apt to learne, and thankefull for good turnes:Signior Petruchio, will you go with vs,Or shall I send my daughter Kate to you.
Exit. Manet Petruchio.
Pet. I pray you do. Ile attend her heere,And woo her with some spirit when she comes,Say that she raile, why then Ile tell her plaine,She sings as sweetly as a Nightinghale:Say that she frowne, Ile say she lookes as cleereAs morning Roses newly washt with dew:Say she be mute, and will not speake a word,Then Ile commend her volubility,And say she vttereth piercing eloquence:If she do bid me packe, Ile giue her thankes,As though she bid me stay by her a weeke:If she denie to wed, Ile craue the dayWhen I shall aske the banes, and when be married.But heere she comes, and now Petruchio speake.
Enter Katerina
Good morrow Kate, for thats your name I heare
Kate. Well haue you heard, but something hard ofhearing:They call me Katerine, that do talke of me
Pet. You lye infaith, for you are call'd plaine Kate,And bony Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst:But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendome,Kate of Kate-hall, my super-daintie Kate,For dainties are all Kates, and therefore KateTake this of me, Kate of my consolation,Hearing thy mildnesse prais'd in euery Towne,Thy vertues spoke of, and thy beautie sounded,Yet not so deepely as to thee belongs,My selfe am moou'd to woo thee for my wife
Kate. Mou'd, in good time, let him that mou'd youhetherRemoue you hence: I knew you at the firstYou were a mouable
Pet. Why, what's a mouable?Kat. A ioyn'd stoole
Pet. Thou hast hit it: come sit on me
Kate. Asses are made to beare, and so are you
Pet. Women are made to beare, and so are you
Kate. No such Iade as you, if me you meane
Pet. Alas good Kate, I will not burthen thee,For knowing thee to be but yong and light
Kate. Too light for such a swaine as you to catch,And yet as heauie as my waight should be
Pet. Shold be, should: buzze
Kate. Well tane, and like a buzzard
Pet. Oh slow-wing'd Turtle, shal a buzard take thee?Kat. I for a Turtle, as he takes a buzard
Pet. Come, come you Waspe, y'faith you are tooangrie
Kate. If I be waspish, best beware my sting
Pet. My remedy is then to plucke it out
Kate. I, if the foole could finde it where it lies
Pet. Who knowes not where a Waspe does wearehis sting? In his taile
Kate. In his tongue?Pet. Whose tongue
Kate. Yours if you talke of tales, and so farewell
Pet. What with my tongue in your taile.Nay, come againe, good Kate, I am a Gentleman,Kate. That Ile trie.
She strikes him
Pet. I sweare Ile cuffe you, if you strike againe
Kate. So may you loose your armes,If you strike me, you are no Gentleman,And if no Gentleman, why then no armes
Pet. A Herald Kate? Oh put me in thy bookes
Kate. What is your Crest, a Coxcombe?Pet. A comblesse Cocke, so Kate will be my Hen
Kate. No Cocke of mine, you crow too like a crauenPet. Nay come Kate, come: you must not looke sosowre
Kate. It is my fashion when I see a Crab
Pet. Why heere's no crab, and therefore looke not sowre
Kate. There is, there is
Pet. Then shew it me
Kate. Had I a glasse, I would
Pet. What, you meane my face
Kate. Well aym'd of such a yong one
Pet. Now by S[aint]. George I am too yong for you
Kate. Yet you are wither'd
Pet. 'Tis with cares
Kate. I care not
Pet. Nay heare you Kate. Insooth you scape not so
Kate. I chafe you if I tarrie. Let me go
Pet. No, not a whit, I finde you passing gentle:'Twas told me you were rough, and coy, and sullen,And now I finde report a very liar:For thou art pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous,But slow in speech: yet sweet as spring-time flowers.Thou canst not frowne, thou canst not looke a sconce,Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will,Nor hast thou pleasure to be crosse in talke:But thou with mildnesse entertain'st thy wooers,With gentle conference, soft, and affable.Why does the world report that Kate doth limpe?Oh sland'rous world: Kate like the hazle twigIs straight, and slender, and as browne in hueAs hazle nuts, and sweeter then the kernels:Oh let me see thee walke: thou dost not halt
Kate. Go foole, and whom thou keep'st command
Pet. Did euer Dian so become a GroueAs Kate this chamber with her princely gate:O be thou Dian, and let her be Kate,And then let Kate be chaste, and Dian sportfull
Kate. Where did you study all this goodly speech?Petr. It is extempore, from my mother wit
Kate. A witty mother, witlesse else her sonne
Pet. Am I not wise?Kat. Yes, keepe you warme
Pet. Marry so I meane sweet Katherine in thy bed:And therefore setting all this chat aside,Thus in plaine termes: your father hath consentedThat 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 turne,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,Enter Baptista, Gremio, Trayno.
For I am he am borne to tame you Kate,And bring you from a wilde Kate to a KateConformable as other houshold Kates:Heere comes your father, neuer make deniall,I must, and will haue Katherine to my wife
Bap. Now Signior Petruchio, how speed you with my daughter?Pet. How but well sir? how but well?It were impossible I should speed amisse
Bap. Why how now daughter Katherine, in your dumps?Kat. Call you me daughter? now I promise youYou haue shewd a tender fatherly regard,To wish me wed to one halfe Lunaticke,A mad-cap ruffian, and a swearing Iacke,That thinkes with oathes to face the matter out
Pet. Father, 'tis thus, your selfe and all the worldThat talk'd of her, haue talk'd amisse of her:If she be curst, it is for pollicie,For shee's not froward, but modest as the Doue,Shee is not hot, but temperate as the morne,For patience shee will proue a second Grissell,And Romane Lucrece for her chastitie:And to conclude, we haue greed so well together,That vpon sonday is the wedding day
Kate. Ile see thee hang'd on sonday first
Gre. Hark Petruchio, she saies shee'll see thee hang'd first
Tra. Is this your speeding? nay the[n] godnight our part
Pet. Be patient gentlemen, I choose her for my selfe,If she and I be pleas'd, what's that to you?'Tis bargain'd twixt vs twaine being alone,That she shall still be curst in company.I tell you 'tis incredible to beleeueHow much she loues me: oh the kindest Kate,Shee hung about my necke, and kisse on kisseShee vi'd so fast, protesting oath on oath,That in a twinke she won me to her loue.Oh you are nouices, 'tis a world to seeHow tame when men and women are alone,A meacocke wretch can make the curstest shrew:Giue me thy hand Kate, I will vnto VeniceTo buy apparell 'gainst the wedding day;Prouide the feast father, and bid the guests,I will be sure my Katherine shall be fine
Bap. I know not what to say, but giue me your ha[n]ds,God send you ioy, Petruchio, 'tis a match
Gre. Tra. Amen say we, we will be witnesses
Pet. Father, and wife, and gentlemen adieu,I will to Venice, sonday comes apace,We will haue rings, and things, and fine array,And kisse me Kate, we will be married a sonday.
Exit Petruchio and Katherine.
Gre. Was euer match clapt vp so sodainly?Bap. Faith Gentlemen now I play a marchants part,And venture madly on a desperate Mart
Tra. Twas a commodity lay fretting by you,'Twill bring you gaine, or perish on the seas
Bap. The gaine I seeke, is quiet me the match
Gre. No doubt but he hath got a quiet catch:But now Baptista, to your yonger daughter,Now is the day we long haue looked for,I am your neighbour, and was suter first
Tra. And I am one that loue Bianca moreThen words can witnesse, or your thoughts can guesse
Gre. Yongling thou canst not loue so deare as I
Tra. Gray-beard thy loue doth freeze
Gre. But thine doth frie,Skipper stand backe, 'tis age that nourisheth
Tra. But youth in Ladies eyes that florisheth
Bap. Content you gentlemen, I wil co[m]pound this strife'Tis deeds must win the prize, and he of bothThat can assure my daughter greatest dower,Shall haue my Biancas loue.Say signior Gremio, what can you assure her?Gre. First, as you know, my house within the CityIs richly furnished with plate and gold,Basons and ewers to laue her dainty hands:My hangings all of tirian tapestry:In Iuory cofers I haue stuft my crownes:In Cypres chests my arras counterpoints,Costly apparell, tents, and Canopies,Fine Linnen, Turky cushions bost with pearle,Vallens of Venice gold, in needle worke:Pewter and brasse, and all things that belongsTo house or house-keeping: then at my farmeI haue a hundred milch-kine to the pale,Sixe-score fat Oxen standing in my stalls,And all things answerable to this portion.My selfe am strooke in yeeres I must confesse,And if I die to morrow this is hers,If whil'st I liue she will be onely mine
Tra. That only came well in: sir, list to me,I am my fathers heyre and onely sonne,If I may haue your daughter to my wife,Ile leaue her houses three or foure as goodWithin rich Pisa walls, as any oneOld Signior Gremio has in Padua,Besides, two thousand Duckets by the yeereOf fruitfull land, all which shall be her ioynter.What, haue I pincht you Signior Gremio?Gre. Two thousand Duckets by the yeere of land,My Land amounts not to so much in all:That she shall haue, besides an ArgosieThat now is lying in Marcellus roade:What, haue I choakt you with an Argosie?Tra. Gremio, 'tis knowne my father hath no lesseThen three great Argosies, besides two GalliassesAnd twelue tite Gallies, these I will assure her,And twice as much what ere thou offrest next
Gre. Nay, I haue offred all, I haue no more,And she can haue no more then all I haue,If you like me, she shall haue me and mine
Tra. Why then the maid is mine from all the worldBy your firme promise, Gremio is out-vied
Bap. I must confesse your offer is the best,And let your father make her the assurance,Shee is your owne, else you must pardon me:If you should die before him, where's her dower?Tra. That's but a cauill: he is olde, I young
Gre. And may not yong men die as well as old?Bap. Well gentlemen, I am thus resolu'd,On sonday next, you knowMy daughter Katherine is to be married:Now on the sonday following, shall BiancaBe Bride to you, if you make this assurance:If not, to Signior Gremio:And so I take my leaue, and thanke you both.Enter.
Gre. Adieu good neighbour: now I feare thee not:Sirra, yong gamester, your father were a fooleTo giue thee all, and in his wayning ageSet foot vnder thy table: tut, a toy,An olde Italian foxe is not so kinde my boy.Enter.
Tra. A vengeance on your crafty withered hide,Yet I haue fac'd it with a card of ten:'Tis in my head to doe my master good:I see no reason but suppos'd LucentioMust get a father, call'd suppos'd Vincentio,And that's a wonder: fathers commonlyDoe get their children: but in this case of woing,A childe shall get a sire, if I faile not of my cunning.Enter.
Actus Tertia.
Enter Lucentio, Hortentio, and Bianca.
Luc. Fidler forbeare, you grow too forward Sir,Haue you so soone forgot the entertainmentHer sister Katherine welcom'd you withall
Hort. But wrangling pedant, this isThe patronesse of heauenly harmony:Then giue me leaue to haue prerogatiue,And when in Musicke we haue spent an houre,Your Lecture shall haue leisure for as much
Luc. Preposterous Asse that neuer read so farre,To know the cause why musicke was ordain'd:Was it not to refresh the minde of manAfter his studies, or his vsuall paine?Then giue me leaue to read Philosophy,And while I pause, serue in your harmony
Hort. Sirra, I will not beare these braues of thine
Bianc. Why gentlemen, you doe me double wrong,To striue for that which resteth in my choice:I am no breeching scholler in the schooles,Ile not be tied to howres, nor pointed times,But learne my Lessons as I please my selfe,And to cut off all strife: heere sit we downe,Take you your instrument, play you the whiles,His Lecture will be done ere you haue tun'd
Hort. You'll leaue his Lecture when I am in tune?Luc. That will be neuer, tune your instrument
Bian. Where left we last?Luc. Heere Madam: Hic Ibat Simois, hic est sigeriatellus, hic steterat Priami regia Celsa senis
Bian. Conster them
Luc. Hic Ibat, as I told you before, Simois, I am Lucentio, hic est, sonne vnto Vincentio of Pisa, Sigeria tellus, disguised thus to get your loue, 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 Pantalowne
Hort. Madam, my Instrument's in tune
Bian. Let's heare, oh fie, the treble iarres
Luc. Spit in the hole man, and tune againe
Bian. Now let mee see if I can conster it. Hic ibat simois, I know you not, hic est sigeria tellus, I trust you not, hic staterat priami, take heede he heare vs not, regia presume not, Celsa senis, despaire not
Hort. Madam, tis now in tune
Luc. All but the base
Hort. The base is right, 'tis the base knaue that iars
Luc. How fiery and forward our Pedant is,Now for my life the knaue doth court my loue,Pedascule, Ile watch you better yet:In time I may beleeue, yet I mistrust
Bian. Mistrust it not, for sure AeacidesWas Aiax cald so from his grandfather
Hort. I must beleeue my master, else I promise you,I should be arguing still vpon that doubt,But let it rest, now Litio to you:Good master take it not vnkindly prayThat I haue beene thus pleasant with you both
Hort. You may go walk, and giue me leaue a while,My Lessons make no musicke in three parts
Luc. Are you so formall sir, well I must waiteAnd watch withall, for but I be deceiu'd,Our fine Musitian groweth amorous
Hor. Madam, before you touch the instrument,To learne the order of my fingering,I must begin with rudiments of Art,To teach you gamoth in a briefer sort,More pleasant, pithy, and effectuall,Then hath beene taught by any of my trade,And there it is in writing fairely drawne
Bian. Why, I am past my gamouth long agoe
Hor. Yet read the gamouth of Hortentio
Bian. Gamouth I am, the ground of all accord:Are, to plead Hortensio's passion:Beeme, Bianca take him for thy LordCfavt, that loues with all affection:D sol re, one Cliffe, two notes haue I,Ela mi, show pitty or I die,Call you this gamouth? tut I like it not,Old fashions please me best, I am not so niceTo charge true rules for old inuentions.Enter a Messenger.
Nicke. Mistresse, your father prayes you leaue your books,And helpe to dresse your sisters chamber vp,You know to morrow is the wedding day
Bian. Farewell sweet masters both, I must be gone
Luc. Faith Mistresse then I haue no cause to stay
Hor. But I haue cause to pry into this pedant,Methinkes he lookes as though he were in loue:Yet if thy thoughts Bianca be so humbleTo cast thy wandring eyes on euery stale:Seize thee that List, if once I finde thee ranging,Hortensio will be quit with thee by changing.Enter.
Enter Baptista, Gremio, Tranio, Katherine, Bianca, and others, attendants.
Bap. Signior Lucentio, this is the pointed dayThat Katherine and Petruchio should be married,And yet we heare not of our sonne in Law:What will be said, what mockery will it be?To want the Bride-groome when the Priest attendsTo speake the ceremoniall rites of marriage?What saies Lucentio to this shame of ours?Kate. No shame but mine, I must forsooth be forstTo giue my hand oppos'd against my heartVnto a mad-braine rudesby, full of spleene,Who woo'd in haste, and meanes to wed at leysure:I told you I, he was a franticke foole,Hiding his bitter iests in blunt behauiour,And to be noted for a merry man;Hee'll wooe a thousand, point the day of marriage,Make friends, inuite, and proclaime the banes,Yet neuer meanes to wed where he hath woo'd:Now must the world point at poore Katherine,And say, loe, there is mad Petruchio's wifeIf it would please him come and marry her
Tra. Patience good Katherine and Baptista too,Vpon my life Petruchio meanes but well,What euer fortune stayes him from his word,Though he be blunt, I know him passing wise,Though he be merry, yet withall he's honest
Kate. Would Katherine had neuer seen him though.
Exit weeping.
Bap. Goe girle, I cannot blame thee now to weepe,For such an iniurie would vexe a very saint,Much more a shrew of impatient humour.Enter Biondello.
Bion. Master, master, newes, and such newes as youneuer heard of,Bap. Is it new and olde too? how may that be?Bion. Why, is it not newes to heard of Petruchio's comming?Bap. Is he come?Bion. Why no sir
Bap. What then?Bion. He is comming
Bap. When will he be heere?Bion. When he stands where I am, and sees you there
Tra. But say, what to thine olde newes? Bion. Why Petruchio is comming, in a new hat and an old ierkin, a paire of old breeches thrice turn'd; a paire of bootes that haue beene candle-cases, one buckled, another lac'd: an olde rusty sword tane out of the Towne Armory, with a broken hilt, and chapelesse: with two broken points: his horse hip'd with an olde mothy saddle, and stirrops of no kindred: besides possest with the glanders, and like to mose in the chine, troubled with the Lampasse, infected with the fashions, full of Windegalls, sped with Spauins, raied with the Yellowes, past cure of the Fiues, starke spoyl'd with the Staggers, begnawne with the Bots, Waid in the backe, and shoulder-shotten, neere leg'd before, and with a halfe-chekt Bitte, & a headstall of sheepes leather, which being restrain'd to keepe him from stumbling, hath been often burst, and now repaired with knots: one girth sixe times peec'd, and a womans Crupper of velure, which hath two letters for her name, fairely set down in studs, and heere and there peec'd with packthred
Bap. Who comes with him? Bion. Oh sir, his Lackey, for all the world Caparison'd like the horse: with a linnen stock on one leg, and a kersey boot-hose on the other, gartred with a red and blew list; an old hat, & the humor of forty fancies prickt in't for a feather: a monster, a very monster in apparell, & not like a Christian foot-boy, or a gentlemans Lacky
Tra. 'Tis some od humor pricks him to this fashion,Yet oftentimes he goes but meane apparel'd
Bap. I am glad he's come, howsoere he comes
Bion. Why sir, he comes not
Bap. Didst thou not say hee comes?Bion. Who, that Petruchio came?Bap. I, that Petruchio came
Bion. No sir, I say his horse comes with him on his backe
Bap. Why that's all one
Bion. Nay by S[aint]. Iamy, I hold you a penny, a horse and a man is more then one, and yet not many. Enter Petruchio and Grumio.
Pet. Come, where be these gallants? who's at home?Bap. You are welcome sir
Petr. And yet I come not well
Bap. And yet you halt not
Tra. Not so well apparell'd as I wish you were
Petr. Were it better I should rush in thus:But where is Kate? where is my louely Bride?How does my father? gentles methinkes you frowne,And wherefore gaze this goodly company,As if they saw some wondrous monument,Some Commet, or vnusuall prodigie?Bap. Why sir, you know this is your wedding day:First were we sad, fearing you would not come,Now sadder that you come so vnprouided:Fie, doff this habit, shame to your estate,An eye-sore to our solemne festiuall
Tra. And tell vs what occasion of importHath all so long detain'd you from your wife,And sent you hither so vnlike your selfe?Petr. Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to heare,Sufficeth I am come to keepe my word,Though in some part inforced to digresse,Which at more leysure I will so excuse,As you shall well be satisfied with all.But where is Kate? I stay too long from her,The morning weares, 'tis time we were at Church
Tra. See not your Bride in these vnreuerent robes,Goe to my chamber, put on clothes of mine
Pet. Not I, beleeue me, thus Ile visit her
Bap. But thus I trust you will not marry her
Pet. Good sooth euen thus: therefore ha done with words,To me she's married, not vnto my cloathes:Could I repaire what she will weare in me,As I can change these poore accoutrements,'Twere well for Kate, and better for my selfe.But what a foole am I to chat with you,When I should bid good morrow to my Bride?And seale the title with a louely kisse.Enter.
Tra. He hath some meaning in his mad attire,We will perswade him be it possible,To put on better ere he goe to Church
Bap. Ile after him, and see the euent of this.Enter.
Tra. But sir, Loue concerneth vs to addeHer fathers liking, which to bring to passeAs before imparted to your worship,I am to get a man what ere he be,It skills not much, weele fit him to our turne,And he shall be Vincentio of Pisa,And make assurance heere in PaduaOf greater summes then I haue promised,So shall you quietly enioy your hope,And marry sweet Bianca with consent
Luc. Were it not that my fellow schoolemasterDoth watch Bianca's steps so narrowly:'Twere good me-thinkes to steale our marriage,Which once perform'd, let all the world say no,Ile keepe mine owne despite of all the world
Tra. That by degrees we meane to looke into,And watch our vantage in this businesse,Wee'll ouer-reach the grey-beard Gremio,The narrow prying father Minola,The quaint Musician, amorous Litio,All for my Masters sake Lucentio.Enter Gremio.
Signior Gremio, came you from the Church?Gre. As willingly as ere I came from schoole
Tra. And is the Bride & Bridegroom coming home?Gre. A bridegroome say you? 'tis a groome indeed,A grumlling groome, and that the girle shall finde
Tra. Curster then she, why 'tis impossible
Gre. Why hee's a deuill, a deuill, a very fiend
Tra. Why she's a deuill, a deuill, the deuils damme
Gre. Tut, she's a Lambe, a Doue, a foole to him:Ile tell you sir Lucentio; when the PriestShould aske if Katherine should be his wife,I, by goggs woones quoth he, and swore so loud,That all amaz'd the Priest let fall the booke,And as he stoop'd againe to take it vp,This mad-brain'd bridegroome tooke him such a cuffe,That downe fell Priest and booke, and booke and Priest,Now take them vp quoth he, if any list
Tra. What said the wench when he rose againe? Gre. Trembled and shooke: for why, he stamp'd and swore, as if the Vicar meant to cozen him: but after many ceremonies done, hee calls for wine, a health quoth he, as if he had beene aboord carowsing to his Mates after a storme, quaft off the Muscadell, and threw the sops all in the Sextons face: hauing no other reason, but that his beard grew thinne and hungerly, and seem'd to aske him sops as hee was drinking: This done, hee tooke the Bride about the necke, and kist her lips with such a clamorous smacke, that at the parting all the Church did eccho: and I seeing this, came thence for very shame, and after mee I know the rout is comming, such a mad marryage neuer was before: harke, harke, I heare the minstrels play.
Musicke playes.
Enter Petruchio, Kate, Bianca, Hortensio, Baptista.
Petr. Gentlemen & friends, I thank you for your pains,I know you thinke to dine with me to day,And haue prepar'd great store of wedding cheere,But so it is, my haste doth call me hence,And therefore heere I meane to take my leaue
Bap. Is't possible you will away to night?Pet. I must away to day before night come,Make it no wonder: if you knew my businesse,You would intreat me rather goe then stay:And honest company, I thanke you all,That haue beheld me giue away my selfeTo this most patient, sweet, and vertuous wife,Dine with my father, drinke a health to me,For I must hence, and farewell to you all
Tra. Let vs intreat you stay till after dinner
Pet. It may not be
Gra. Let me intreat you
Pet. It cannot be
Kat. Let me intreat you
Pet. I am content
Kat. Are you content to stay?Pet. I am content you shall entreat me stay,But yet not stay, entreat me how you can
Kat. Now if you loue me stay
Pet. Grumio, my horse
Gru. I sir, they be ready, the Oates haue eaten thehorses
Kate. Nay then,Doe what thou canst, I will not goe to day,No, nor to morrow, not till I please my selfe,The dore is open sir, there lies your way,You may be iogging whiles your bootes are greene:For me, Ile not be gone till I please my selfe,'Tis like you'll proue a iolly surly groome,That take it on you at the first so roundly
Pet. O Kate content thee, prethee be not angry
Kat. I will be angry, what hast thou to doe?Father, be quiet, he shall stay my leisure
Gre. I marry sir, now it begins to worke
Kat. Gentlemen, forward to the bridall dinner,I see a woman may be made a fooleIf she had not a spirit to resist
Pet. They shall goe forward Kate at thy command,Obey the Bride you that attend on her.Goe to the feast, reuell and domineere,Carowse full measure to her maiden-head,Be madde and merry, or goe hang your selues:But for my bonny Kate, she must with me:Nay, looke not big, nor stampe, not stare, nor fret,I will be master of what is mine owne,Shee is my goods, my chattels, she is my house,My houshold-stuffe, my field, my barne,My horse, my oxe, my asse, my any thing,And heere she stands, touch her who euer dare,Ile bring mine action on the proudest heThat stops my way in Padua: GrumioDraw forth thy weapon, we are beset with theeues,Rescue thy Mistresse if thou be a man:Feare not sweet wench, they shall not touch thee Kate,Ile buckler thee against a Million.
Exeunt. P. Ka.
Bap. Nay, let them goe, a couple of quiet ones
Gre. Went they not quickly, I should die with laughing
Tra. Of all mad matches neuer was the like
Luc. Mistresse, what's your opinion of your sister?Bian. That being mad her selfe, she's madly mated
Gre. I warrant him Petruchio is Kated
Bap. Neighbours and friends, though Bride & Bridegroom wantsFor to supply the places at the table,You know there wants no iunkets at the feast:Lucentio, you shall supply the Bridegroomes place,And let Bianca take her sisters roome
Tra. Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it?Bap. She shall Lucentio: come gentlemen lets goe.Enter Grumio.
Exeunt.
Gru. Fie, fie on all tired Iades, on all mad Masters, & all foule waies: was euer man so beaten? was euer man so raide? was euer man so weary? I am sent before to make a fire, and they are comming after to warme them: now were not I a little pot, & soone hot; my very lippes might freeze to my teeth, my tongue to the roofe of my mouth, my heart in my belly, ere I should come by a fire to thaw me, but I with blowing the fire shall warme my selfe: for considering the weather, a taller man then I will take cold: Holla, hoa Curtis. Enter Curtis.
Curt. Who is that calls so coldly? Gru. A piece of Ice: if thou doubt it, thou maist slide from my shoulder to my heele, with no greater a run but my head and my necke. A fire good Curtis
Cur. Is my master and his wife comming Grumio?Gru. Oh I Curtis I, and therefore fire, fire, cast on nowater
Cur. Is she so hot a shrew as she's reported
Gru. She was good Curtis before this frost: but thou know'st winter tames man, woman, and beast: for it hath tam'd my old master, and my new mistris, and my selfe fellow Curtis
Gru. Away you three inch foole, I am no beast
Gru. Am I but three inches? Why thy horne is a foot and so long am I at the least. But wilt thou make a fire, or shall I complaine on thee to our mistris, whose hand (she being now at hand) thou shalt soone feele, to thy cold comfort, for being slow in thy hot office
Cur. I prethee good Grumio, tell me, how goes theworld?Gru. A cold world Curtis in euery office but thine, &therefore fire: do thy duty, and haue thy dutie, for myMaster and mistris are almost frozen to death
Cur. There's fire readie, and therefore good Grumiothe newes
Gru. Why Iacke boy, ho boy, and as much newes aswilt thou
Cur. Come, you are so full of conicatching
Gru. Why therefore fire, for I haue caught extreme cold. Where's the Cooke, is supper ready, the house trim'd, rushes strew'd, cobwebs swept, the seruingmen in their new fustian, the white stockings, and euery officer his wedding garment on? Be the Iackes faire within, the Gils faire without, the Carpets laide, and euerie thing in order? Cur. All readie: and therefore I pray thee newes
Gru. First know my horse is tired, my master & mistrisfalne out
Cur. How?Gru. Out of their saddles into the durt, and therebyhangs a tale
Cur. Let's ha't good Grumio
Gru. Lend thine eare
Cur. Heere
Gru. There
Cur. This 'tis to feele a tale, not to heare a tale
Gru. And therefore 'tis cal'd a sensible tale: and this Cuffe was but to knocke at your eare, and beseech listning: now I begin, Inprimis wee came downe a fowle hill, my Master riding behinde my Mistris
Cur. Both of one horse?Gru. What's that to thee?Cur. Why a horse
Gru. Tell thou the tale: but hadst thou not crost me, thou shouldst haue heard how her horse fel, and she vnder her horse: thou shouldst haue heard in how miery a place, how she was bemoil'd, how hee left her with the horse vpon her, how he beat me because her horse stumbled, how she waded through the durt to plucke him off me: how he swore, how she prai'd, that neuer prai'd before: how I cried, how the horses ranne away, how her bridle was burst: how I lost my crupper, with manie things of worthy memorie, which now shall die in obliuion, and thou returne vnexperienc'd to thy graue
Cur. By this reckning he is more shrew than she
Gru. I, and that thou and the proudest of you all shall finde when he comes home. But what talke I of this? Call forth Nathaniel, Ioseph, Nicholas, Phillip, Walter, Sugersop and the rest: let their heads bee slickely comb'd, their blew coats brush'd, and their garters of an indifferent knit, let them curtsie with their left legges, and not presume to touch a haire of my Masters horse-taile, till they kisse their hands. Are they all readie? Cur. They are
Gru. Call them forth
Cur. Do you heare ho? you must meete my maister to countenance my mistris
Gru. Why she hath a face of her owne
Cur. Who knowes not that?Gru. Thou it seemes, that cals for company to countenanceher
Cur. I call them forth to credit her.Enter foure or fiue seruingmen.
Gru. Why she comes to borrow nothing of them
Nat. Welcome home Grumio
Phil. How now Grumio
Ios. What Grumio
Nick. Fellow Grumio
Nat. How now old lad
Gru. Welcome you: how now you: what you: fellow you: and thus much for greeting. Now my spruce companions, is all readie, and all things neate? Nat. All things is readie, how neere is our master? Gre. E'ne at hand, alighted by this: and therefore be not- Cockes passion, silence, I heare my master. Enter Petruchio and Kate.
Pet. Where be these knaues? What no man at dooreTo hold my stirrop, nor to take my horse?Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Phillip
All ser. Heere, heere sir, heere sir
Pet. Heere sir, heere sir, heere sir, heere sir.You logger-headed and vnpollisht groomes:What? no attendance? no regard? no dutie?Where is the foolish knaue I sent before?Gru. Heere sir, as foolish as I was before
Pet. You pezant, swain, you horson malt-horse drudgDid I not bid thee meete me in the Parke,And bring along these rascal knaues with thee?Grumio. Nathaniels coate sir was not fully made,And Gabrels pumpes were all vnpinkt i'th heele:There was no Linke to colour Peters hat,And Walters dagger was not come from sheathing:There were none fine, but Adam, Rafe, and Gregory,The rest were ragged, old, and beggerly,Yet as they are, heere are they come to meete you
Pet. Go rascals, go, and fetch my supper in.
Ex. Ser.
Where is the life that late I led?Where are those? Sit downe Kate,And welcome. Soud, soud, soud, soud.Enter seruants with supper.
Why when I say? Nay good sweete Kate be merrie.Off with my boots, you rogues: you villaines, when?It was the Friar of Orders gray,As he forth walked on his way.Out you rogue, you plucke my foote awrie,Take that, and mend the plucking of the other.Be merrie Kate: Some water heere: what hoa.Enter one with water.
Where's my Spaniel Troilus? Sirra, get you hence,And bid my cozen Ferdinand come hither:One Kate that you must kisse, and be acquainted with.Where are my Slippers? Shall I haue some water?Come Kate and wash, & welcome heartily:You horson villaine, will you let it fall?Kate. Patience I pray you, 'twas a fault vnwilling
Pet. A horson beetle-headed flap-ear'd knaue:Come Kate sit downe, I know you haue a stomacke,Will you giue thankes, sweete Kate, or else shall I?What's this, Mutton?1.Ser. I
Pet. Who brought it?Peter. I
Pet. 'Tis burnt, and so is all the meate:What dogges are these? Where is the rascall Cooke?How durst you villaines bring it from the dresserAnd serue it thus to me that loue it not?There, take it to you, trenchers, cups, and all:You heedlesse iolt-heads, and vnmanner'd slaues.What, do you grumble? Ile be with you straight
Kate. I pray you husband be not so disquiet,The meate was well, if you were so contented
Pet. I tell thee Kate, 'twas burnt and dried away,And I expressely am forbid to touch it:For it engenders choller, planteth anger,And better 'twere that both of vs did fast,Since of our selues, our selues are chollericke,Then feede it with such ouer-rosted flesh:Be patient, to morrow't shalbe mended,And for this night we'l fast for companie.Come I wil bring thee to thy Bridall chamber.
Exeunt.
Enter Seruants seuerally.
Nath. Peter didst euer see the like
Peter. He kils her in her owne humor
Grumio. Where is he?Enter Curtis a Seruant.
Cur. In her chamber, making a sermon of continencie to her, and railes, and sweares, and rates, that shee (poore soule) knowes not which way to stand, to looke, to speake, and sits as one new risen from a dreame. Away, away, for he is comming hither. Enter Petruchio.
Pet. Thus haue I politickely begun my reigne,And 'tis my hope to end successefully:My Faulcon now is sharpe, and passing emptie,And til she stoope, she must not be full gorg'd,For then she neuer lookes vpon her lure.Another way I haue to man my Haggard,To make her come, and know her Keepers call:That is, to watch her, as we watch these Kites,That baite, and beate, and will not be obedient:She eate no meate to day, nor none shall eate.Last night she slept not, nor to night she shall not:As with the meate, some vndeserued faultIle finde about the making of the bed,And heere Ile fling the pillow, there the boulster,This way the Couerlet, another way the sheets:I, and amid this hurlie I intend,That all is done in reuerend care of her,And in conclusion, she shal watch all night,And if she chance to nod, Ile raile and brawle,And with the clamor keepe her stil awake:This is a way to kil a Wife with kindnesse,And thus Ile curbe her mad and headstrong humor:He that knowes better how to tame a shrew,Now let him speake, 'tis charity to shew.
Exit
Enter Tranio and Hortensio.
Tra. Is't possible friend Lisio, that mistris BiancaDoth fancie any other but Lucentio,I tel you sir, she beares me faire in hand
Luc. Sir, to satisfie you in what I haue said,Stand by, and marke the manner of his teaching.Enter Bianca.
Hor. Now Mistris, profit you in what you reade?Bian. What Master reade you first, resolue me that?Hor. I reade, that I professe the Art to loue
Bian. And may you proue sir Master of your Art
Luc. While you sweet deere proue Mistresse of my heart
Hor. Quicke proceeders marry, now tel me I pray, you that durst sweare that your Mistris Bianca Lou'd me in the World so wel as Lucentio
Tra. Oh despightful Loue, vnconstant womankind,I tel thee Lisio this is wonderfull
Hor. Mistake no more, I am not Lisio,Nor a Musitian as I seeme to bee,But one that scorne to liue in this disguise,For such a one as leaues a Gentleman,And makes a God of such a Cullion;Know sir, that I am cal'd Hortensio
Tra. Signior Hortensio, I haue often heardOf your entire affection to Bianca,And since mine eyes are witnesse of her lightnesse,I wil with you, if you be so contented,Forsweare Bianca, and her loue for euer
Hor. See how they kisse and court: Signior Lucentio,Heere is my hand, and heere I firmly vowNeuer to woo her more, but do forsweare herAs one vnworthie all the former fauoursThat I haue fondly flatter'd them withall
Tra. And heere I take the like vnfained oath,Neuer to marrie with her, though she would intreate,Fie on her, see how beastly she doth court him
Hor. Would all the world but he had quite forswornFor me, that I may surely keepe mine oath.I wil be married to a wealthy Widdow,Ere three dayes passe, which hath as long lou'd me,As I haue lou'd this proud disdainful Haggard,And so farewel signior Lucentio,Kindnesse in women, not their beauteous lookesShal win my loue, and so I take my leaue,In resolution, as I swore before
Tra. Mistris Bianca, blesse you with such grace,As longeth to a Louers blessed case:Nay, I haue tane you napping gentle Loue,And haue forsworne you with Hortensio
Bian. Tranio you iest, but haue you both forswornemee?Tra. Mistris we haue
Luc. Then we are rid of Lisio
Tra. I'faith hee'l haue a lustie Widdow now,That shalbe woo'd, and wedded in a day
Bian. God giue him ioy
Tra. I, and hee'l tame her
Bianca. He sayes so Tranio
Tra. Faith he is gone vnto the taming schoole
Bian. The taming schoole: what is there such a place?Tra. I mistris, and Petruchio is the master,That teacheth trickes eleuen and twentie long,To tame a shrew, and charme her chattering tongue.Enter Biondello.
Bion. Oh Master, master I haue watcht so long,That I am dogge-wearie, but at last I spiedAn ancient Angel comming downe the hill,Wil serue the turne
Tra. What is he Biondello?Bio. Master, a Marcantant, or a pedant,I know not what, but formall in apparrell,In gate and countenance surely like a Father
Luc. And what of him Tranio?Tra. If he be credulous, and trust my tale,Ile make him glad to seeme Vincentio,And giue assurance to Baptista Minola.As if he were the right Vincentio
Par. Take me your loue, and then let me alone.Enter a Pedant.
Ped. God saue you sir
Tra. And you sir, you are welcome,Trauaile you farre on, or are you at the farthest?Ped. Sir at the farthest for a weeke or two,But then vp farther, and as farre as Rome,And so to Tripolie, if God lend me life
Tra. What Countreyman I pray?Ped. Of Mantua
Tra. Of Mantua Sir, marrie God forbid,And come to Padua carelesse of your life
Ped. My life sir? how I pray? for that goes hard
Tra. 'Tis death for any one in MantuaTo come to Padua, know you not the cause?Your ships are staid at Venice, and the DukeFor priuate quarrel 'twixt your Duke and him,Hath publish'd and proclaim'd it openly:'Tis meruaile, but that you are but newly come,You might haue heard it else proclaim'd about
Ped. Alas sir, it is worse for me then so,For I haue bils for monie by exchangeFrom Florence, and must heere deliuer them
Tra. Wel sir, to do you courtesie,This wil I do, and this I wil aduise you.First tell me, haue you euer beene at Pisa?Ped. I sir, in Pisa haue I often bin,Pisa renowned for graue Citizens
Tra. Among them know you one Vincentio?Ped. I know him not, but I haue heard of him:A Merchant of incomparable wealth
Tra. He is my father sir, and sooth to say,In count'nance somewhat doth resemble you
Bion. As much as an apple doth an oyster, & all one
Tra. To saue your life in this extremitie,This fauor wil I do you for his sake,And thinke it not the worst of all your fortunes,That you are like to Sir Vincentio.His name and credite shal you vndertake,And in my house you shal be friendly lodg'd,Looke that you take vpon you as you should,You vnderstand me sir: so shal you stayTil you haue done your businesse in the Citie:If this be court'sie sir, accept of it
Ped. Oh sir I do, and wil repute you euerThe patron of my life and libertie
Tra. Then go with me, to make the matter good,This by the way I let you vnderstand,My father is heere look'd for euerie day,To passe assurance of a dowre in marriage'Twixt me, and one Baptistas daughter heere:In all these circumstances Ile instruct you,Go with me to cloath you as becomes you.
Exeunt.
Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.
Enter Katherina and Grumio.
Gru. No, no forsooth I dare not for my life
Ka. The more my wrong, the more his spite appears.What, did he marrie me to famish me?Beggers that come vnto my fathers doore,Vpon intreatie haue a present almes,If not, elsewhere they meete with charitie:But I, who neuer knew how to intreat,Nor neuer needed that I should intreate,Am staru'd for meate, giddie for lacke of sleepe:With oathes kept waking, and with brawling fed,And that which spights me more then all these wants,He does it vnder name of perfect loue:As who should say, if I should sleepe or eate'Twere deadly sicknesse, or else present death.I prethee go, and get me some repast,I care not what, so it be holsome foode
Gru. What say you to a Neats foote?Kate. 'Tis passing good, I prethee let me haue it
Gru. I feare it is too chollericke a meate.How say you to a fat Tripe finely broyl'd?Kate. I like it well, good Grumio fetch it me
Gru. I cannot tell, I feare 'tis chollericke.What say you to a peece of Beefe and Mustard?Kate. A dish that I do loue to feede vpon
Gru. I, but the Mustard is too hot a little
Kate. Why then the Beefe, and let the Mustard rest
Gru. Nay then I wil not, you shal haue the MustardOr else you get no beefe of Grumio
Kate. Then both or one, or any thing thou wilt
Gru. Why then the Mustard without the beefe
Kate. Go get thee gone, thou false deluding slaue,
Beats him.
That feed'st me with the verie name of meate.Sorrow on thee, and all the packe of youThat triumph thus vpon my misery:Go get thee gone, I say.Enter Petruchio, and Hortensio with meate
Petr. How fares my Kate, what sweeting all amort?Hor. Mistris, what cheere?Kate. Faith as cold as can be
Pet. Plucke vp thy spirits, looke cheerfully vpon me.Heere Loue, thou seest how diligent I am,To dresse thy meate my selfe, and bring it thee.I am sure sweet Kate, this kindnesse merites thankes.What, not a word? Nay then, thou lou'st it not:And all my paines is sorted to no proofe.Heere take away this dish
Kate. I pray you let it stand
Pet. The poorest seruice is repaide with thankes,And so shall mine before you touch the meate
Kate. I thanke you sir
Hor. Signior Petruchio, fie you are too blame:Come Mistris Kate, Ile beare you companie
Petr. Eate it vp all Hortensio, if thou louest mee:Much good do it vnto thy gentle heart:Kate eate apace; and now my honie Loue,Will we returne vnto thy Fathers house,And reuell it as brauely as the best,With silken coats and caps, and golden Rings,With Ruffes and Cuffes, and Fardingales, and things:With Scarfes, and Fannes, & double change of brau'ry,With Amber Bracelets, Beades, and all this knau'ry.What hast thou din'd? The Tailor staies thy leasure,To decke thy bodie with his ruffling treasure.Enter Tailor.
Come Tailor, let vs see these ornaments.Enter Haberdasher.
Lay forth the gowne. What newes with you sir?Fel. Heere is the cap your Worship did bespeake
Pet. Why this was moulded on a porrenger,A Veluet dish: Fie, fie, 'tis lewd and filthy,Why 'tis a cockle or a walnut-shell,A knacke, a toy, a tricke, a babies cap:Away with it, come let me haue a bigger
Kate. Ile haue no bigger, this doth fit the time,And Gentlewomen weare such caps as these
Pet. When you are gentle, you shall haue one too,And not till then
Hor. That will not be in hast
Kate. Why sir I trust I may haue leaue to speake,And speake I will. I am no childe, no babe,Your betters haue indur'd me say my minde,And if you cannot, best you stop your eares.My tongue will tell the anger of my heart,Or els my heart concealing it wil breake,And rather then it shall, I will be free,Euen to the vttermost as I please in words
Pet. Why thou saist true, it is paltrie cap,A custard coffen, a bauble, a silken pie,I loue thee well in that thou lik'st it not
Kate. Loue me, or loue me not, I like the cap,And it I will haue, or I will haue none
Pet. Thy gowne, why I: come Tailor let vs see't.Oh mercie God, what masking stuffe is heere?Whats this? a sleeue? 'tis like demi cannon,What, vp and downe caru'd like an apple Tart?Heers snip, and nip, and cut, and slish and slash,Like to a Censor in a barbers shoppe:Why what a deuils name Tailor cal'st thou this?Hor. I see shees like to haue neither cap nor gowne
Tai. You bid me make it orderlie and well,According to the fashion, and the time
Pet. Marrie and did: but if you be remembred,I did not bid you marre it to the time.Go hop me ouer euery kennell home,For you shall hop without my custome sir:Ile none of it; hence, make your best of it
Kate. I neuer saw a better fashion'd gowne,More queint, more pleasing, nor more commendable:Belike you meane to make a puppet of me
Pet. Why true, he meanes to make a puppet of thee
Tail. She saies your Worship meanes to make apuppet of her
Pet. Oh monstrous arrogance:Thou lyest, thou thred, thou thimble,Thou yard three quarters, halfe yard, quarter, naile,Thou Flea, thou Nit, thou winter cricket thou:Brau'd in mine owne house with a skeine of thred:Away thou Ragge, thou quantitie, thou remnant,Or I shall so be-mete thee with thy yard,As thou shalt thinke on prating whil'st thou liu'st:I tell thee I, that thou hast marr'd her gowne
Tail. Your worship is deceiu'd, the gowne is madeIust as my master had direction:Grumio gaue order how it should be done
Gru. I gaue him no order, I gaue him the stuffe
Tail. But how did you desire it should be made?Gru. Marrie sir with needle and thred
Tail. But did you not request to haue it cut?Gru. Thou hast fac'd many things
Tail. I haue
Gru. Face not mee: thou hast brau'd manie men, braue not me; I will neither bee fac'd nor brau'd. I say vnto thee, I bid thy Master cut out the gowne, but I did not bid him cut it to peeces. Ergo thou liest
Tail. Why heere is the note of the fashion to testify
Pet. Reade it
Gru. The note lies in's throate if he say I said so
Tail. Inprimis, a loose bodied gowne
Gru. Master, if euer I said loose-bodied gowne, sow me in the skirts of it, and beate me to death with a bottome of browne thred: I said a gowne
Pet. Proceede
Tai. With a small compast cape
Gru. I confesse the cape
Tai. With a trunke sleeue
Gru. I confesse two sleeues
Tai. The sleeues curiously cut
Pet. I there's the villanie
Gru. Error i'th bill sir, error i'th bill? I commanded the sleeues should be cut out, and sow'd vp againe, and that Ile proue vpon thee, though thy little finger be armed in a thimble
Tail. This is true that I say, and I had thee in placewhere thou shouldst know it
Gru. I am for thee straight: take thou the bill, giueme thy meat-yard, and spare not me
Hor. God-a-mercie Grumio, then hee shall haue nooddes
Pet. Well sir in breefe the gowne is not for me
Gru. You are i'th right sir, 'tis for my mistris
Pet. Go take it vp vnto thy masters vse
Gru. Villaine, not for thy life: Take vp my Mistressegowne for thy masters vse
Pet. Why sir, what's your conceit in that?Gru. Oh sir, the conceit is deeper then you think for:Take vp my Mistris gowne to his masters vse.Oh fie, fie, fie
Pet. Hortensio, say thou wilt see the Tailor paide:Go take it hence, be gone, and say no more
Hor. Tailor, Ile pay thee for thy gowne to morrow,Take no vnkindnesse of his hastie words:Away I say, commend me to thy master.
Exit Tail.
Pet. Well, come my Kate, we will vnto your fathers,Euen in these honest meane habiliments:Our purses shall be proud, our garments poore:For 'tis the minde that makes the bodie rich.And as the Sunne breakes through the darkest clouds,So honor peereth in the meanest habit.What is the Iay more precious then the Larke?Because his feathers are more beautifull.Or is the Adder better then the Eele,Because his painted skin contents the eye.Oh no good Kate: neither art thou the worseFor this poore furniture, and meane array.If thou accountedst it shame, lay it on me,And therefore frolicke, we will hence forthwith,To feast and sport vs at thy fathers house,Go call my men, and let vs straight to him,And bring our horses vnto Long-lane end,There wil we mount, and thither walke on foote,Let's see, I thinke 'tis now some seuen a clocke,And well we may come there by dinner time
Kate. I dare assure you sir, 'tis almost two,And 'twill be supper time ere you come there
Pet. It shall be seuen ere I go to horse:Looke what I speake, or do, or thinke to doe,You are still crossing it, sirs let't alone,I will not goe to day, and ere I doe,It shall be what a clock I say it is