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in an afternoon as she went to the garden for pars-Which way thou travellest: if along with us, ley to stuff a rabbit; and so may you, sir, and so We shall be joyful of thy company. adieu, sir. My master hath appointed me to go to Vin. Fair sir,-and you my merry mistress, Saint Luke's, to bid the priest be ready to come That with your strange encounter much amaz'd against you come with your appendix.

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Luc. I may, and will, if she be so contented:
She will be pleas'd, then wherefore should I doubt
Hap what hap may, I'll roundly go about her;
It shall go hard, if Cambio go without her. [Exit.
SCENE V.-A public road. Enter Petruchio,
Katharina, and Hortensio.

Pet. Come on, o' God's name; once more to-I

ward our father's.

Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the moon!
Kath. The moon! the sun; it is not moonlight

now.

Pet. I say, it is the moon that shines so bright.
Kath. I know, it is the sun that shines so bright.
Pet. Now, by my mother's son, and that's myself,

It shall be moon, or star, or what I list,
Or ere I journey to your father's house:-
Go on, and fetch our horses back again.-
Evermore cross'd, and cross'd; nothing but cross'd!
Hor. Say as he says, or we shall never go.
Kath. Forward, I pray, since we have come so
far,

And be it moon, or sun, or what you please:
And if you please to call it a rush candle,
Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me.
Pet. I say, it is the moon.

Kath.

I know it is.

Pet. Nay, then you lie; it is the blessed sun.
Kath. Then, God be bless'd, it is the blessed

sun:

But sun it is not, when you say it is not;
And the moon changes, even as your mind.
What you will have it nam'd, even that it is;
And so it shall be so, for Katharine.

Hor. Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is won.
Pet. Well, forward, forward: thus the bowl
should run,

And not unluckily against the bias.--
But soft; what company is coming here?

me;

My name is call'd-Vincentio; my dwelling-Pisa
And bound I am to Padua ; there to visit
A son of mine, which long I have not seen.
Pet. What is his name?

Vin.
Lucentio, gentle sir.
Pet. Happily met; the happier for thy son.
And now by law, as well as reverend age,
may entitle thee-my loving father;
The sister to my wife, this gentlewoman,
Thy son by this hath married: Wonder not,
Nor be not griev'd; she is of good esteem,
Her dowry wealthy, and of worthy birth;
Beside, so qualified as may beseem
The spouse of any noble gentleman.
And wander we to see thy honest
Let me embrace with old Vincentio :

son,
Who will of thy arrival be full joyous.
Vin. But is this true? or is it else your pleasure,
Like pleasant travellers, to break a jest
Upon the company you overtake?

Hor. I do assure thee, father, so it is.
Pet. Come, go along, and see the truth hereof;
For our first merriment hath made thee jealous.

[Exeunt Petruchio, Katharina, and Vincentio.
Hor. Well, Petruchio, this hath put me in heart.
Have to my widow; and if she be forward,
Then hast thou taught Hortensio to be untoward.
[Exit.

. ACT V.

SCENE I-Padua. Before Lucentio's house. Enter on one side Biondello, Lucentio, and Bianca; Gremio walking on the other side.

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

Luc. I fly, Biondello: but they may chance to need thee at home, therefore leave us.

Enter Vincentio, in a travelling dress. Bion. Nay, faith, I'll see the church o' your Good-morrow, gentle mistress: Where away?-back; and then come back to my master as soon [To Vincentio. as I can.

Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too,
Hast thou beheld a fresher gentlewoman?
Such war of white and red within her cheeks!
What stars do spangle heaven with such beauty,
As those two eyes become that heavenly face?-
Fair lovely maid, once more good day to thee:-
Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's sake.
Hor. 'A will make the man mad, to make
woman of him.

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Kath. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and
sweet,

Whither away; or where is thy abode?
Happy the parents of so fair a child;

Happier the man, whom favourable stars
Allot thee for his lovely bed-fellow!

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

This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither'd;
And not a maiden, as thou say'st he is.

Kath. Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes,
That have been so bedazzled with the sun,
That every thing I look on seemeth green:
Now I perceive, thou art a reverend father;
Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad mistaking.
Pet. Do, good old grandsire; and, withal, make
known

[Exeunt Luc. Bian, and Bion. Gre. I marvel Cambio comes not all this while.

Enter Petruchio, Katharina, Vincentio, and attendants.

Pet. Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's house. My father's bears more toward the market-place; Thither must I, and here I leave you, sir.

Vin. You shall not choose but drink before you
go;

I think, I shall command your welcome here,
And, by all likelihood, some cheer is toward.

[Knocks. Gre. They're busy within, you were best knock louder.

Enter Pedant above at a window.

Ped. What's he, that knocks as he would beat down the gate?

Vin. Is signior Lucentio within, sir?
Ped. He's within, sir, but not to be spoken withal.
Vin. What if a man bring him a hundred pound
or two, to make merry withal?

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

Pet. Nay, I told you, your son was beloved in

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Padua. Do you hear, sir 7--to leave frivolous cir-name :0, my son, my son 1-tell me, thou villas, Tra. Call forth an officer: [Enter one with an cumstances, I pray you, tell signior Lucentio, where is my son Lucentio? that his father is come from Pisa, and is here at byde d'officer.] carry this mad knave to the gaol-Father the door to speak with him. Ped. Thou liest; his father is come from Pisa, Baptista, I charge you see, that he be forth-coming. and here looking out at the window. Vin. Art thou his father?

Unto the wished haven of my bliss:-
What Tranio did, myself enforc'd him to;
Vin. I'll slit the villain's nose, that would have
Then pardon him, sweet father, for my sake.
se: t me to the gaol.

Bep. But do you hear, sir? [To Lucentio.] Have you married my daughter without asking my goodwill?

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

[Eril. Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this knavery.

Luc. Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not frown.

[Exeunt Luc. and Bian Gre. My cake is dough: But I'll in among the rest;

Petruchio and Katharina advance.
Kath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end of
this ado,

Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will.
Kath. What, in the midst of the street?
Pet. What, art thou ashamed of me?

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

Pet. Is not this well?-Come, my sweet Kate; Better once than never, for never too late. [Exe. SCENE II.-A room in Lucentio's house. A

Pet. Nay, that you shall not; since you have begun,

Have at you for a bitter jest or two.

Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush, And then pursue me as you draw your bow :-You are welcome all.

[Exeunt Bianca, Katharina, and Widow. Pet. She hath prevented me.-Here, Signior Tranio,

banquet set out. Enter Baptista, Vincentio, This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not;
Gremio, the Pedant, Lucentio, Bianca, Petruchio, Therefore, a health to all that shot and miss'd.
Katharina, Hortensio, and Widow. Tranio,
Biondello, Grumio, and others, attending.
Tra. O, sir, Lucentio slipp'd me like his grey-
Luc. At last, though long, our jarring notes

agree:

And time it is, when raging war is done,
To smile at 'scapes and perils overblown.-
My fair Bianca, bid my father welcome,
While I with self-same kindness welcome thine:-
Brother Petruchio,-sister Katharina,-
And thou, Hortensio, with thy loving widow,-
Feast with the best, and welcome to my house;
My banquet' is to close our stomachs up,
After our great good cheer: Pray you, sit down;
For now we sit to chat, as well as eat.

[They sit at table.
Pet. Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat!
Bap. Padua affords this kindness, son Petruchio.
Pet. Padua affords nothing but what is kind.
Hor. For both our sakes, I would that word

were true.

Pet. Now for my life, Hortensio fears? his widow.
Wid. Then never trust me if I be afeard.
Pet. You are sensible, and yet you miss my

sense;

I mean, Hortensio is afeard of you.

Wid. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns

round.

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Hor. To her, widow!

hound,

Which runs himself, and catches for his master.
Pet. A good swifts simile, but something currish.
Tra. 'Tis well, sir, that you hunted for yourself;
'Tis thought, your deer does hold you at a bay.
Bap. O ho, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now.
Luc. I thank thee for that gird,4 good Tranio.
Hor. Confess, confess, hath he not hit you here?
Pet. 'A has a little gall'd me, I confess;
And as the jest did glance away from me,
'Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright.
think thou has the veriest shrew of all.
Bap. Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio,

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Pet. Well, I say-no: and therefore, for assu

rance,

Let's each one send unto his wife;
And he, whose wife is most obedient
To come at first, when he doth send for her,
Shall win the wager which we will propose.
Hor. Content:--What is the wager?
Luc.

Twenty crowns.

I'll venture so much on my hawk, or hound,
Pet. Twenty crowns!
But twenty times so much upon my wife.
Luc. A hundred then.
Hor.

Pet.

Hor. Who shall begin?
Luc.

Content.

A match; 'tis done,
That will I. Go,
Biondello, bid your mistress come to me.
Bion. I go.
[Exit.

Bap. Son, I will be your half, Bianca comes.
Luc. I'll have no halves; I'll bear it all myself.
Re-enter Biondello.

How now! what news?
Bion.

Sir, my mistress sends you word,
That she is busy, and she cannot come.
Pet. How! she is busy, and she cannot come !
Is that an answer?

Gre.

Ay, and a kind one too :

Pray God, sir, your wife send you not a worse.
Pet. I hope, better.

Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go, and entreat my
wife
To come to me forthwith.

Pet.

[Exit Biondello. O, ho! entreat her!

Pet. A hundred marks, my Kate does put her Nay, then she must needs come.

down.

Hor. That's my office.

Pet. Spoke like an officer:-Ha, to thee, lad.
[Drinks to Hortensio.
Bup. How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks?
Gre. Believe me, sir, they butt together well.
Bium. Head, and butt? a hasty-witted body
Would say, your head and butt were head and horn.
Vin. Ay, mistress bride, hath that awaken'd you?
Bian. Ay, but not frighted me; therefore I'll
sleep again.

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Say, I comman her come to me. Hor. I know her answer.

Pet.

Hor.

[Exit Grumio. [Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee,
And for thy maintenance: commits his body
To painful labour, both by sea and land;
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe,
And craves no other tribute at thy hands,
But love, fair looks, and true obedience ;-

What?
She will not come.
Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end.
Enter Katharina.

Bap. Now, by my holidame, here comes Katha-Too little payment for so great a debt.
rina!

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

Pet. Where is your sister, and Hortensio's wife?
Kath. They sit conferring by the parlour fire.
Pet. Go, fetch them hither; if they deny to

come,

Swinge me them soundly forth unto their husbands:
Away, I say, and bring them hither straight.
[Exit Katharina.
Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder.
Hor. And so it is: I wonder what it bodes.
Pet. Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet
life,

An awful rule, and right supremacy;
And, to be short, what not, that's sweet and happy.
Bap. Now fair befall thee, good Petruchio!
The wager thou hast won; and I will add
Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns;
Another dowry to another daughter,
For she is chang'd, as she had never been.
Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet;
And show more sign of her obedience,
Her new-built virtue and obedience.

Re-enter Katharina, with Bianca, and Widow. See, where she comes; and brings your froward wives

As prisoners to her womanly persuasion.-
Katharine, that cap of yours becomes you not;
Off with that bauble, throw it under foot.

[Katharina pulls off her cap, and throws it down. Wid. Lord, let me never have a cause to sigh, Till I be brought to such a silly pass!

Bian. Fie! what a foolish duty call you this? Luc. I would, your duty were as foolish too: The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca, Hath cost me a hundred crowns since supper-time. Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty.

Pet. Katharine, I charge thee, tell these head

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Pet. Come on, I say; and first begin with her. Wid. She shall not.

Pet. I say, she shall ;-and first begin with her. Kath. Fie, fie! unknit that threat'ning unkind brow;

And dart not scornful glances from those eyes,
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor:
It blots thy beauty, as frosts bite the meads;
Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair buds;
And in no sense is meet, or amiable.

A woman mov'd, is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty;
And, while is so, none so dry or thirsty
Will deign to sip, or touch one drop of it.
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
(1) Gentle temper,

Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
Even such, a woman oweth to her husband:
And, when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
And, not obedient to his honest will,
What is she, but a foul contending rebel,
And graceless traitor to her loving lord?
I am asham'd, that women are so simple
To offer war, where they should kneel for peace,
Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway,
When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.
Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth,
Unapt to toil and trouble in the world;
But that our soft conditions,' and our hearts,
Should well agree with our external parts?
Come, come, you froward and unable worms!
My mind hath been as big as one of yours,
My heart as great; my reason, haply, more,
To bandy word for word, and frown for frown.
But now, I see our lances are but straws;
Our strength as weak, our weakness past com
pare,-

That seeming to be most, which we least are.
Then vail your stomachs,2 for it is no boot;
And place your hands below your husband's foot.
In token of which duty, if he please,
My hand is ready, may it do him ease.

Pet. Why, there's a wench!-Come on, and kiss me, Kate.

Luc. Well, go thy ways, old 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, we'll to bed :——

We three are married, but you two are sped. 'Twas I won the wager, though you hit the white; [To Lucentio.

And, being a winner, God give you good night! [Exeunt Petruchio and Kath. Hor. Now go thy ways, thou hast tam'd a curst shrew.

Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be tam'd so. [Exeunt,

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