Petr. Preethe Kate let's stand aside and see the end ofthis controuersie.Enter Pedant with seruants, Baptista, Tranio.
Tra. Sir, what are you that offer to beate my seruant? Vinc. What am I sir: nay what are you sir: oh immortall Goddes: oh fine villaine, a silken doublet, a veluet hose, a scarlet cloake, and a copataine hat: oh I am vndone, I am vndone: while I plaie the good husband at home, my sonne and my seruant spend all at the vniuersitie
Tra. How now, what's the matter?Bapt. What is the man lunaticke?Tra. Sir, you seeme a sober ancient Gentleman byyour habit: but your words shew you a mad man: whysir, what cernes it you, if I weare Pearle and gold: I thankmy good Father, I am able to maintaine it
Vin. Thy father: oh villaine, he is a Saile-maker inBergamo
Bap. You mistake sir, you mistake sir, praie what do you thinke is his name? Vin. His name, as if I knew not his name: I haue brought him vp euer since he was three yeeres old, and his name is Tronio
Ped. Awaie, awaie mad asse, his name is Lucentio, and he is mine onelie sonne and heire to the Lands of me signior Vincentio
Ven. Lucentio: oh he hath murdred his Master; laie hold on him I charge you in the Dukes name: oh my sonne, my sonne: tell me thou villaine, where is my son Lucentio? Tra. Call forth an officer: Carrie this mad knaue to the Iaile: father Baptista, I charge you see that hee be forth comming
Vinc. Carrie me to the Iaile?Gre. Staie officer, he shall not go to prison
Bap. Talke not signior Gremio: I saie he shall goe toprison
Gre. Take heede signior Baptista, least you be conicatcht in this businesse: I dare sweare this is the right Vincentio
Ped. Sweare if thou dar'st
Gre. Naie, I dare not sweare it
Tran. Then thou wert best saie that I am not Lucentio
Gre. Yes, I know thee to be signior Lucentio
Bap. Awaie with the dotard, to the Iaile with him.Enter Biondello, Lucentio and Bianeu.
Vin. Thus strangers may be haild and abusd: oh monstrousvillaine
Bion. Oh we are spoil'd, and yonder he is, denie him,forsweare him, or else we are all vndone.
Exit Biondello, Tranio and Pedant as fast as may be.
Luc. Pardon sweete father.
Kneele.
Vin. Liues my sweete sonne?Bian. Pardon deere father
Bap. How hast thou offended, where is Lucentio?Luc. Here's Lucentio, right sonne to the right Vincentio,That haue by marriage made thy daughter mine,While counterfeit supposes bleer'd thine eine
Gre. Here's packing with a witnesse to deceiue vs all
Vin. Where is that damned villaine Tranio,That fac'd and braued me in this matter so?Bap. Why, tell me is not this my Cambio?Bian. Cambio is chang'd into Lucentio
Luc. Loue wrought these miracles. Biancas loueMade me exchange my state with Tranio,While he did beare my countenance in the towne,And happilie I haue arriued at the lastVnto the wished hauen of my blisse:What Tranio did, my selfe enforst him to;Then pardon him sweete Father for my sake
Vin. Ile slit the villaines nose that would haue sentme to the Iaile
Bap. But doe you heare sir, haue you married my daughter without asking my good will? Vin. Feare not Baptista, we will content you, goe to: but I will in to be reueng'd for this villanie. Enter.
Bap. And I to sound the depth of this knauerie.Enter.
Luc. Looke not pale Bianca, thy father will not frown.
Exeunt.
Gre. My cake is dough, but Ile in among the rest,Out of hope of all, but my share of the feast
Kate. Husband let's follow, to see the end of this adoe
Petr. First kisse me Kate, and we will
Kate. What in the midst of the streete?Petr. What art thou asham'd of me?Kate. No sir, God forbid, but asham'd to kisse
Petr. Why then let's home againe: Come Sirra let'sawaie
Kate. Nay, I will giue thee a kisse, now praie theeLoue staie
Petr. Is not this well? come my sweete Kate.Better once then neuer, for neuer to late.
Exeunt.
Actus Quintus.
Enter Baptista, Vincentio, Gremio, the Pedant, Lucentio, andBianca.Tranio, Biondello Grumio, and Widdow: The Seruingmen withTranio bringingin a Banquet.
Luc. At last, though long, our iarring notes agree,And time it is when raging warre is come,To smile at scapes and perils ouerblowne:My faire Bianca bid my father welcome,While I with selfesame kindnesse welcome thine:Brother Petruchio, sister Katerina,And thou Hortentio with thy louing Widdow:Feast with the best, and welcome to my house,My Banket is to close our stomakes vpAfter our great good cheere: praie you sit downe,For now we sit to chat as well as eate
Petr. Nothing but sit and sit, and eate and eate
Bap. Padua affords this kindnesse, sonne Petruchio
Petr. Padua affords nothing but what is kinde
Hor. For both our sakes I would that word were true
Pet. Now for my life Hortentio feares his Widow
Wid. Then neuer trust me if I be affeard
Petr. You are verie sencible, and yet you misse mysence:I meane Hortentio is afeard of you
Wid. He that is giddie thinks the world turns round
Petr. Roundlie replied
Kat. Mistris, how meane you that?Wid. Thus I conceiue by him
Petr. Conceiues by me, how likes Hortentio that?Hor. My Widdow saies, thus she conceiues her tale
Petr. Verie well mended: kisse him for that goodWiddow
Kat. He that is giddie thinkes the world turnes round,I praie you tell me what you meant by that
Wid. Your housband being troubled with a shrew,Measures my husbands sorrow by his woe:And now you know my meaning
Kate. A verie meane meaning
Wid. Right, I meane you
Kat. And I am meane indeede, respecting you
Petr. To her Kate
Hor. To her Widdow
Petr. A hundred marks, my Kate does put her down
Hor. That's my officePetr. Spoke like an Officer: ha to the lad.
Drinkes to Hortentio.
Bap. How likes Gremio these quicke witted folkes?Gre. Beleeue me sir, they But together well
Bian. Head, and but an hastie witted bodie,Would say your Head and But were head and horne
Vin. I Mistris Bride, hath that awakened you?Bian. I, but not frighted me, therefore Ile sleepe againe
Petr. Nay that you shall not since you haue begun:Haue at you for a better iest or too
Bian. Am I your Bird, I meane to shift my bush,And then pursue me as you draw your Bow.You are welcome all.
Exit Bianca.
Petr. She hath preuented me, here signior Tranio,This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not,Therefore a health to all that shot and mist
Tri. Oh sir, Lucentio slipt me like his Gray-hound,Which runs himselfe, and catches for his Master
Petr. A good swift simile, but something currish
Tra. 'Tis well sir that you hunted for your selfe:'Tis thought your Deere does hold you at a baie
Bap. Oh, oh Petruchio, Tranio hits you now
Luc. I thanke thee for that gird good Tranio
Hor. Confesse, confesse, hath he not hit you here?Petr. A has a little gald me I confesse:And as the Iest did glaunce awaie from me,'Tis ten to one it maim'd you too out right
Bap. Now in good sadnesse sonne Petruchio,I thinke thou hast the veriest shrew of all
Petr. Well, I say no: and therefore sir assurance,Let's each one send vnto his wife,And he whose wife is most obedient,To come at first when he doth send for her,Shall win the wager which we will propose
Hort. Content, what's the wager?Luc. Twentie crownes
Petr. Twentie crownes,Ile venture so much of my Hawke or Hound,But twentie times so much vpon my Wife
Luc. A hundred then
Hor. Content
Petr. A match, 'tis done
Hor. Who shall begin?Luc. That will I.Goe Biondello, bid your Mistris come to me
Bio. I goe.Enter.
Bap. Sonne, Ile be your halfe, Bianca comes
Luc. Ile haue no halues: Ile beare it all my selfe.Enter Biondello.
How now, what newes?Bio. Sir, my Mistris sends you wordThat she is busie, and she cannot come
Petr. How? she's busie, and she cannot come: is thatan answere?Gre. I, and a kinde one too:Praie God sir your wife send you not a worse
Petr. I hope better
Hor. Sirra Biondello, goe and intreate my wife to come to me forthwith.
Exit. Bion.
Pet. Oh ho, intreate her, nay then shee must needescome
Hor. I am affraid sir, doe what you canEnter Biondello.
Yours will not be entreated: Now, where's my wife?Bion. She saies you haue some goodly Iest in hand,She will not come: she bids you come to her
Petr. Worse and worse, she will not come:Oh vilde, intollerable, not to be indur'd:Sirra Grumio, goe to your Mistris,Say I command her come to me.Enter.
Hor. I know her answere
Pet. What?Hor. She will not
Petr. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end.Enter Katerina.
Bap. Now by my hollidam here comes Katerina
Kat. What is your will sir, that you send for me?Petr. Where is your sister, and Hortensios wife?Kate. They sit conferring by the Parler fire
Petr. Goe fetch them hither, if they denie to come,Swinge me them soundly forth vnto their husbands:Away I say, and bring them hither straight
Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talke of a wonder
Hor. And so it is: I wonder what it boads
Petr. Marrie peace it boads, and loue, and quiet life,An awfull rule, and right supremicie:And to be short, what not, that's sweete and happie
Bap. Now faire befall thee good Petruchio;The wager thou hast won, and I will addeVnto their losses twentie thousand crownes,Another dowrie to another daughter,For she is chang'd as she had neuer bin
Petr. Nay, I will win my wager better yet,And show more signe of her obedience,Her new built vertue and obedience.Enter Kate, Bianca, and Widdow.
See where she comes, and brings your froward WiuesAs prisoners to her womanlie perswasion:Katerine, that Cap of yours becomes you not,Off with that bable, throw it vnderfoote
Wid. Lord let me neuer haue a cause to sigh,Till I be brought to such a sillie passe
Bian. Fie what a foolish dutie call you this?Luc. I would your dutie were as foolish too:The wisdome of your dutie faire Bianca,Hath cost me fiue hundred crownes since supper time
Bian. The more foole you for laying on my dutie
Pet. Katherine I charge thee tell these head-strongwomen, what dutie they doe owe their Lords and husbands
Wid. Come, come, your mocking: we will haue notelling
Pet. Come on I say, and first begin with her
Wid. She shall not
Pet. I say she shall, and first begin with her
Kate. Fie, fie, vnknit that threatning vnkinde brow,And dart not scornefull glances from those eies,To wound thy Lord, thy King, thy Gouernour.It blots thy beautie, as frosts doe bite the Meads,Confounds thy fame, as whirlewinds shake faire budds,And in no sence is meete or amiable.A woman mou'd, is like a fountaine troubled,Muddie, ill seeming, thicke, bereft of beautie,And while it is so, none so dry or thirstieWill daigne to sip, or touch one drop of it.Thy husband is thy Lord, thy life, thy keeper,Thy head, thy soueraigne: One that cares for thee,And for thy maintenance. Commits his bodyTo painfull labour, both by sea and land:To watch the night in stormes, the day in cold,Whil'st thou ly'st warme at home, secure and safe,And craues no other tribute at thy hands,But loue, faire lookes, and true obedience;Too little payment for so great a debt.Such dutie as the subiect owes the Prince,Euen such a woman oweth to her husband:And when she is froward, peeuish, sullen, sowre,And not obedient to his honest will,What is she but a foule contending Rebell,And gracelesse Traitor to her louing Lord?I am asham'd that women are so simple,To offer warre, where they should kneele for peace:Or seeke for rule, supremacie, and sway,When they are bound to serue, loue, and obay.Why are our bodies soft, and weake, and smooth,Vnapt to toyle and trouble in the world,But that our soft conditions, and our harts,Should well agree with our externall parts?Come, come, you froward and vnable wormes,My minde hath bin as bigge as one of yours,My heart as great, my reason haplie more,To bandie word for word, and frowne for frowne;But now I see our Launces are but strawes:Our strength as weake, our weakenesse past compare,That seeming to be most, which we indeed least are.Then vale your stomackes, for it is no boote,And place your hands below your husbands foote:In token of which dutie, if he please,My hand is readie, may it do him ease
Pet. Why there's a wench: Come on, and kisse meeKate
Luc. Well go thy waies olde Lad for thou shalt ha't
Vin. Tis a good hearing, when children are toward
Luc. But a harsh hearing, when women are froward,Pet. Come Kate, wee'le to bed,We three are married, but you two are sped.'Twas I wonne the wager, though you hit the white,And being a winner, God giue you good night.
Exit Petruchio
Horten. Now goe thy wayes, thou hast tam'd a curstShrow
Luc. Tis a wonder, by your leaue, she wil be tam'd so.
FINIS. THE Taming of the Shrew.