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ACT I


SCENE I

Padua. A public place.
Enter LUCENTIO and his man TRANIO.

Luc.
Tranio, since for the great desire I had

To see fair Padua, nursery of arts,

I am arrived for fruitful Lombardy,

The pleasant garden of great Italy;

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

With his good will and thy good company,

My trusty servant, well approved in all,

Here let us breathe and haply institute

A course of learning and ingenious studies. (10)

Pisa renown'd for grave citizens

Gave me my being and my father first,

A merchant of great traffic through the world.

Vincentio, come of the Bentivolii.

Vincentio's son brought up in Florence

It shall become to serve all hopes conceived,

To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds:

And therefore, Tranio, for the time I study,

Virtue and that part of philosophy

Will I apply that treats of happiness (20)

By virtue specially to be achieved.

Tell me thy mind; for I have Pisa left

And am to Padua come, as he that leaves

A shallow plash to plunge him in the deep

And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst.

Tra.
Mi perdonato, gentle master mine,

I am in all affected as yourself;

Glad that you thus continue your resolve

To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy.

Only, good master, while we do admire (30)

This virtue and this moral discipline,

Let's be no stoics nor no stocks, I pray;

Or so devote to Aristotle's checks

As Ovid be an outcast quite abjured:

Balk logic with acquaintance that you have

And practise rhetoric in your common talk;

Music and poesy use to quicken you;

The mathematics and the metaphysics,

Fall to them as you find your stomach serves you;

No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en: (40)

In brief, sir, study what you most affect.

Luc.
Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou advise.

If, Biondello, thou wert come ashore,

We could at once put us in readiness,

And take a lodging fit to entertain

Such friends as time in Padua shall beget.

But stay a while: what company is this?

Tra.
Master, some show to welcome us to town. Enter BAPTISTA, KATHARINA, BIANCA, GREMIO, and HORTENSIO. LUCENTIO and TRANIO stand by.


Bap.
Gentlemen, importune me no farther,

For how I firmly am resolved you know:

That is, not to bestow my youngest daughter (51)

Before I have a husband for the elder:

If either of you both love Katharina,

Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure.

Gre.
Aside
To cart her rather: she's too rough for me.

There, there, Hortensio, will you any wife?

Kath.
I pray you, sir, is it your will

To make a stale of me amongst these mates?

Hor.
Mates, maid! how mean you that? no mates for you, (60)

Unless you were of gentler, milder mould.

Kath.
I' faith, sir, you shall never need to fear:

I wis it is not half way to her heart;

But if it were, doubt not her care should be

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

And paint your face and use you like a fool.

Hor.
From all such devils, good Lord deliver us!

Gre.
And me too, good Lord!

Tra.
Hush, master! here's some good pastime toward:

That wench is stark mad or wonderful froward. (70)

Luc.
But in the other's silence do I see

Maid's mild behaviour and sobriety.

Peace, Tranio!

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

Bap.
Gentlemen, that I may soon make good

What I have said, Bianca, get you in

And let it not displease thee, good Bianca,

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

Kath.
A pretty peat! it is best

Put finger in the eye, an she knew why.

Bian.
Sister, content you in my discontent. (81)

Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe:

My books and instruments shall be my company,

On them to look and practise by myself.

Luc.
Hark, Tranio! thou may'st hear Minerva speak.

Hor.
Signior Baptista, will you be so strange?

Sorry am I that our good will effects

Bianca's grief.

Gre.
Why will you mew her up,

Signior Baptista, for this fiend of hell,

And make her bear the penance of her tongue?

Bap.
Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolved: (91)

Go in, Bianca: Exit Bianca.


And for I know she taketh most delight

In music, instruments and poetry,

Schoolmasters will I keep within my house,

Fit to instruct her youth. If you, Hortensio,

Or Signior Gremio, you, know any such,

Prefer them hither; for to cunning men

I will be very kind, and liberal

To mine own children in good bringing up:

And so farewell. Katharina, you may stay; (101)

For I have more to commune with Bianca. Exit.


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

Gre.
You may go to the devil's dam: your
gifts are so good, here's none will hold you.
Their love is not so great, Hortensio, but we
may blow our nails together, and fast it fairly
out: our cake's dough on both sides. Farewell:
yet, for the love I bear my sweet Bianca,
if I can by any means light on a fit man to
teach her that wherein she delights, I will wish
him to her father.

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

Gre.
What's that, I pray?

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

Gre.
A husband! a devil.

Hor.
I say, a husband.

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

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

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

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

Gre.
I am agreed; and would have given
him the best horse in Padua to begin his wooing
that would thoroughly woo her, wed her
and bed her and rid the house of her. Come (150)
on. Exeunt Gremio and Hortensio.

Tra.
I pray, sir, tell me, is it possible

That love should of a sudden take such hold?

Luc.
O Tranio, till I found it to be true,

I never thought it possible or likely;

But see, while idly I stood looking on,

I found the effect of love in idleness:

And now in plainness do confess to thee,

That art to me as secret and as dear

As Anna to the queen of Carthage was, (160)

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

If I achieve not this young modest girl.

Counsel me, Tranio, for I know thou canst;

Assist me, Tranio, for I know thou wilt.

Tra.
Master, it is no time to chide you now;

Affection is not rated from the heart:

If love have touch'd you, nought remains but so,

'Redime te captum quam queas minimo.'

Luc.
Gramercies, lad, go forward; this contents:

The rest will comfort, for thy counsel's sound. (170)

Tra.
Master you look'd so longly on the maid,

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

Luc.
O yes, I saw sweet beauty in her face,

Such as the daughter of Agenor had,

That made great Jove to humble him to her hand,

When with his knees he kiss'd the Cretan strand.

Tra.
Saw you no more? mark'd you not how her sister

Began to scold and raise up such a storm

That mortal ears might hardly endure the din?

Luc.
Tranio, I saw her coral lips move

And with her breath she did perfume the air: (181)

Sacred and sweet was all I saw in her.

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

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

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

Her elder sister is so curst and shrewd

That till the father rid his hands of her,

Master, your love must live a maid at home;

And therefore has he closely mew'd her up,

Because she will not be annoy'd with suitors.

Luc.
Ah, Tranio, what a cruel father's he!

But art thou not advised, he took some care

To get her cunning schoolmasters to instruct her?

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

Luc.
I have it, Tranio.

Tra.
Master, for my hand,

Both our inventions meet and jump in one.

Luc.
Tell me thine first.

Tra.
You will be schoolmaster

And undertake the teaching of the maid:

That's your device.

Luc.
It is: may it be done?

Tra.
Not possible; for who shall bear your part, (200)

And be in Padua here Vincentio's son,

Keep house and ply his book, welcome his friends,

Visit his countrymen and banquet them?

Luc.
Basta; content thee, for I have it full.

We have not yet been seen in any house,

Nor can we be distinguish'd by our faces

For man or master; then it follows thus;

Thou shalt be master, Tranio, in my stead,

Keep house and port and servants,as I should:

I will some other be, some Florentine, (210)

Some Neapolitan, or meaner man of Pisa.

'Tis hatched and shall be so: Tranio, at once

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

When Biondello comes, he waits on thee;

But I will charm him first to keep his tongue.

Tra.
So had you need.

In brief, sir, sith it your pleasure is,

And I am tied to be obedient;

Because so well I love Lucentio.

For so your father charged me at our parting,

'Be serviceable to my son,' quoth he, (220)

Although I think 'twas in another sense;

I am content to be Lucentio.

Because so well I love Lucentio.

Luc.
Tranio, be so, because Lucentio loves.

And let me be a slave, to achieve that maid

Whose sudden sight hath thrall'd my wounded eye.

Here comes the rogue. Enter BIONDELLO.


Sirrah, where have you been?

Bion.
Where have I been! Nay, how now!
where are you Master, has my fellow Tranio
stolen your clothes? Or stolen you his? or (230)
both? pray, what's the news?

Luc.
Sirrah, come hither: 'tis no time to jest,

And therefore frame your manners to the time.

Your fellow Tranio here, to save my life,

Puts my apparel and my countenance on,

And I for my escape have put on his;

For in a quarrel since I came ashore

I kill'd a man and fear I was descried:

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

While I make way from hence to save my life:

You understand me?

Bion.
240I, sir! ne'er a whit.

Luc.
And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth:

Tranio is changed into Lucentio.

Bion.
The better for him: would I were so too!

Tra.
So could I, faith, boy, to have the next wish after,

That Lucentio indeed had Baptista's youngest daughter.

But, sirrah, not for my sake, but your master's,

I advise

You use your manners discreetly in all kind of companies:

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

But in all places else your master Lucentio.

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

First Serv.
My lord, you nod; you do not mind the play.

Sly.
Yes, by Saint Anne, do I. A good matter,
surely: comes there any more of it?

Page.
My lord, 'tis but begun.

Sly.
'Tis a very excellent piece of work, (259)
madam lady: would 'twere done! They sit and mark.


SCENE II

Padua. Before HORTENSIO'S house.
Enter PETRUCHIO and his man GRUMIO.

Pet.
Verona, for a while I take my leave,

To see my friends in Padua, but of all

My best beloved and approved friend,

Hortensio; and I trow this is his house.

Here, sirrah Grumio; knock, I say.

Gru.
Knock, sir! whom should I knock?
is there any man has rebused your worship?

Pet.
Villain, I say, knock me here soundly.

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

Pet.
Villain, I say, knock me at this gate

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

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

And then I know after who comes by the worst.

Pet.
Will it not be?

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

I'll try how you can sol, fa, and sing it. He wrings him by the ears.


Gru.
Help, masters, help! my master is mad.

Pet.
Now, knock when I bid you, sirrah villain! Enter HORTENSIO.


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

Pet.
Signior Hortensio, come you to part the fray?

'Con tutto il cuore, ben trovato,' may I say.

Hor.
'Alla nostra casa ben venuto, molto

honorato signor mio Petruchio.'

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

Gru.
Nay, 'tis no matter, sir, what he 'leges
in Latin. If this be not a lawful cause for me
to leave his service, look you, sir, he bid me
knock him and rap him soundly, sir: well, was
it fit for a servant to use his master so, being
perhaps, for aught I see, two and thirty, a pip out?

Whom would to God I had well knock'd at first,

Then had not Grumio come by the worst.

Pet.
A senseless villain. Good Hortensio,

I bade the rascal knock upon your gate

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

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

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

Hor.
Petruchio, patience; I am Grumio's pledge:

Why, this's a heavy chance 'twixt him and you,

Your ancient, trusty, pleasant servant Grumio.

And tell me now, sweet friend, what happy gale

Blows you to Padua here from old Verona? (50)

Pet.
Such wind as scatters young men through the world

To seek their fortunes further than at home

Where small experience grows. But in a few,

Signior Hortensio, thus stands it with me:

Antonio, my father, is deceased;

And I have thrust myself into this maze,

Haply to wive and thrive as best I may:

Crowns in my purse I have and goods at home,

And so am come abroad to see the world. (59)

Hor.
Petruchio, shall I then come roundly to thee

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

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

And yet I'll promise thee she shall be rich

And very rich: but thou't too much my friend,

And I'll not wish thee to her.

Pet.
Signior Hortensio, 'twixt such friends as we

Few words suffice; and therefore, if thou know

One rich enough to be Petruchio's wife,

As wealth is burden of my wooing dance,

Be she as foul as was Florentius' love, (70)

As old as Sibyl and as curst and shrewd

As Socrates' Xanthippe, or a worse,

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

Affection's edge in me, were she as rough

As are the swelling Adriatic seas:

I come to wive it wealthily in Padua;

If wealthily, then happily in Padua.

Gru.
Nay, look you, sir, he tells you flatly
what his mind is: why, give him gold enough
and marry him to a puppet or an aglet-baby;
or an old trot with ne'er a tooth in her head.
though she have as many diseases as two and
fifty horses: why, nothing comes amiss, so
money comes withal.

Hor.
Petruchio, since we are stepp'd thus far in,

I will continue that I broach'd in jest.

I can, Petruchio, help thee to a wife

With wealth enough and young and beauteous,

Brought up as best becomes a gentlewoman:

Her only fault, and that is faults enough,

Is that she is intolerable curst

And shrewd and froward, so beyond all measure (91)

That, were my state far worser than it is,

I would not wed her for a mine of gold.

Pet.
Hortensio, peace! thou know'st not gold's effect:

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

For I will board her, though she chide as loud

As thunder when the clouds in autumn crack.

Hor.
Her father is Baptista Minola,

An affable and courteous gentleman:

Her name is Katharina Minola,

Renown'd in Padua for her scolding tongue. (101)

Pet.
I know her father, though I know not her;

And he knew my deceased father well.

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

And therefore let me be thus bold with you

To give you over at this first encounter,

Unless you will accompany me thither.

Gru.
I pray you, sir, let him go while the
humour lasts. O' my word, an she knew him as
well as I do, she would think scolding would
do little good upon him: she may perhaps call
him half a score of knaves or so: why, that's
nothing; an he begin once, he'll rail in his
rope-tricks. I'll tell you what, sir, an she stand
him but a little, he will throw a figure in her
face and so disfigure her with it that she shall
have no more eyes to see withal than a cat.
You know him not, sir.

Hor.
Tarry, Petruchio, I must go with thee,

For in Baptista's keep my treasure is:

He hath the jewel of my life in hold, (120)

His youngest daughter, beautiful Bianca,

And her withholds from me and other more,

Suitors to her and rivals in my love,

Supposing it a thing impossible,

For those defects I have before rehearsed,

That ever Katharina will be woo'd;

Therefore this order hath Baptista ta'en,

That none shall have access unto Bianca

Till Katharine the curst have got a husband.

Gru.
Katharine the curst! (130)

A title for a maid of all titles the worst.

Hor.
Now shall my friend Petruchio do me grace,

And offer me disguised in sober robes

To old Baptista as a schoolmaster

Well seen in music, to instruct Bianca;

That so I may, by this device, at least

Have leave and leisure to make love to her

And unsuspected court her by herself.

Gru.
Here's no knavery! See, to beguile
the old folks, how the young folks lay their (140)
heads together! Enter GREMIO, and LUCENTIO disguised.
Master, master, look about you: who goes there, ha?

Hor.
Peace, Grumio! it is the rival of my love.
Petruchio, stand by a while.

Gru.
A proper stripling and an amorous!

Gre.
O, very well; I have perused the note.

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

All books of love, see that at any hand;

And see you read no other lectures to her:

You understand me: over and beside (150)

Signior Baptista's liberality,

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

And let me have them very well perfumed:

For she is sweeter than perfume itself

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

Luc.
Wate'er I read to her, I'll plead for you

As for my patron, stand you so assured,

As firmly as yourself were still in place:

Yea, and perhaps with more successful words

Than you, unless you were a scholar, sir.

Gre.
O this learning, what a thing it is

Gru.
O this woodcock, what an ass it is! (162)

Pet.
Peace, sirrah!

Hor.
Grumio, mum! God save you, Signior Gremio.

Gre.
And you are well met, Signior Hortensio.

Trow you whither I am going? To Baptista Minola.

I promised to inquire carefully

About a schoolmaster for the fair Bianca:

And by good fortune I have lighted well

On this young man, for learning and behaviour (170)

Fit for her turn, well read in poetry

And other books, good ones, I warrant ye.

Hor.
'Tis well; and I have met a gentleman

Hath promised me to help me to another,

A fine musician to instruct our mistress;

So shall I no whit be behind in duty

To fair Bianca, so beloved of me.

Gre.
Beloved of me; and that my deeds shall prove.

Gru.
And that his bags shall prove.

Hor.
Gremio, 'tis now no time to vent our love: (180)

Listen to me, and if you speak me fair,

I'll tell you news indifferent good for either.

Here is a gentleman whom by chance I met,

Upon agreement from us to his liking,

Will undertake to woo curst Katharine,

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

Gre.
So said, so done, is well.

Hortensio, have you told him all her faults?

Pet.
I know she is an irksome brawling scold:

If that be all, masters, I hear no harm. (190)

Gre.
No, say'st me so, friend? What countryman?

Pet.
Born in Verona, old Antonio's son:

My father dead, my fortune lives for me;

And I do hope good days and long to see.

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

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

You shall have me assisting you in all.

But will you woo this wild-cat?

Pet.
Will I live?

Gru.
Will he woo her? ay, or I'll hang her.

Pet.
Why came I hither but to that intent?

Think you a little din can daunt mine ears? (201)

Have I not in my time heard lions roar?

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

Rage like an angry boar chafed with sweat?

Have I not heard great ordnance in the field,

And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies?

Have I not in a pitched battle heard

Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang?

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

That gives not half so great a blow to hear (210)

As will a chestnut in a farmer's fire?

Tush, tush! fear boys with bugs.

Gru.
For he fears none.

Gre.
Hortensio, hark:

This gentleman is happily arrived,

My mind presumes, for his own good and ours.

Hor.
I promised we would be contributors

And bear his charge of wooing, whatsoe'er.

Gre.
And so we will, provided that he win her.

Gru.
I would I were as sure of a good dinner. Enter TRANIO brave, and BIONDELLO.


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

Tell me, I beseech you, which is the readiest way (221)

To the house of Signior Baptisa Minola?

Bion.
He that has the two fair daughters:
is' t he you mean?

Tra.
Even he, Biondello.

Gre.
Hark you, sir: you mean not her to--

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

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

Tra.
I love no chiders, sir. Biondello, let's away.

Luc.
Well begun, Tranio.

Hor.
Sir, a word ere you go; (230)

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

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

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

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

For me as for you?

Gre.
But so is not she.

Tra.
For what reason, I beseech you?

Gre.
For this reason, if you'll know,

That she's the choice love of Signior Gremio.

Hor.
That she's the chosen of Signior Hortensio.

Tra.
Softly, my masters! if you be gentlemen,

Do me this right; hear me with patience. (240)

Baptista is a noble gentleman,

To whom my father is not all unknown;

And were his daughter fairer than she is,

She may more suitors have and me for one.

Fair Leda's daughter had a thousand wooers;

Then well one more may fair Bianca have:

And so she shall; Lucentio shall make one,

Though Paris came in hope to speed alone.

Gre.
What this gentleman will out-talk us all.

Luc.
Sir, give him head: I know he'll prove a jade. (250)

Pet.
Hortensio, to what end are all these words?

Hor.
Sir, let me be so bold as ask you,

Did you yet ever see Baptista's daughter?

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

The one as famous for a scolding tongue

As is the other for beauteous modesty.

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

Gre.
Yea, leave that labour to great Hercules;

And let it be more than Alcides' twelve.

Pet.
Sir, understand you this of me in sooth:

The youngest daughter whom you hearken for

Her father keeps from all access of suitors, (262)

And will not promise her to any man

Until the elder sister first be wed:

The younger then is free and not before.

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

Must stead us all and me amongst the rest,

And if you break the ice and do this feat,

Achieve the elder, set the younger free

For our access, whose hap shall be to have her (270)

Will not so graceless be to be ingrate.

Hor.
Sir, you say well and well do you conceive;

And since you do profess to be a suitor,

You must, as we do, gratify this gentleman,

To whom we all rest generally beholding.

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

Please ye we may contrive this afternoon,

And quaff carouses to our mistress' health,

And do as adversaries do in law,

Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends. (280)

Gru.
(with Bion.) O excellent motion! Fellows, let's be gone.

Hor.
The motion's good indeed and be it so,

Petruchio, I shall be your ben venuto. Exeunt.

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