Gru.
No, no, Forsooth, I dare not for my Life.

Kath.
The more my Wrong; the more his Spite appears:
What, did he marry me to famish me?
Beggars that come unto my Father's Door,
Upon intreaty, have a present Alms;
If not, elsewhere they meet with present Charity:
But I, who never knew how to intreat,
Nor never needed, that I should intreat,
Am starv'd for Meat, giddy for lack of Sleep;
With Oaths kept waking, and with Brawling fed;
And that which spights me more than all these Wants,
He does it under name of perfect Love:
As who would say, if I should sleep or eat
'Twere deadly Sickness, or else present Death:
I prethee go, and get me some Repast;
I care not what, so it be wholsome Food.

Gru.
What say you to a Neat's Foot?

Kath.
'Tis passing good; I prethee let me have it.

Gru.
I fear it is too Phlegmatick a Meat:
How say you to a fat Tripe finely broil'd?

Kath.
I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me.

Gru.
I cannot tell, I fear it is Cholerick:
What say you to a piece of Beef and Mustard?

Kath.
A Dish that I do love to feed upon.

Gru.
Ay, but the Mustard is too hot a little.

Kath.
Why then the Beef, and let the Mustard rest.

Gru.
Nay then I will not; you shall have the Mustard,
Or else you get no Beef of Grumio.

Kath.
Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt.

Gru.
Why then the Mustard without the Beef.

Kath.
Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding Slave, [Beats him.
That feed'st me with the very name of Meat:
Sorrow on thee, and all the pack of you
That triumph thus upon my Misery.
Go, get thee gone, I say. Enter Petruchio and Hortensio with Meat.

Pet.
How fares my Kate? What, Sweeting, all amort?

Hor.
Mistress, what cheer?

Kath.
'Faith as cold as can be.

Pet.
Pluck up thy Spirits; look cheerfully upon me;
Here Love, thou seest how diligent I am,
To dress thy Meat my self, and bring it thee:
I am sure, sweet Kate, this Kindness merits Thanks.
What, not a word? Nay then, thou lov'st it not:
And all my Pains is sorted to no proof.
Here take away the Dish.

Kath.
I pray you let it stand.

Pet.
The poorest Service is repaid with Thanks,
And so shall mine before you touch the Meat.

Kath.
I thank you, Sir.

Hor.
Signior Petruchio, fie, you are too blame:
Come, Mistress Kate, I'll bear you Company.

Pet.
Eat it up all, Hortensio, if thou lovest me,
Much good do it unto thy gentle Heart;
Kate, eat apace. And now my honey Love,
Will we return unto thy Father's House,
And Revel it as bravely as the best,
With silken Coats, and Caps, and golden Rings,
With Ruffs, and Cuffs, and Fardingals, and things:
With Scarfs, and Fans, and double change of Brav'ry,
With Amber Bracelets, Beads and all this Knav'ry.
What, hast thou Din'd? The Taylor stays thy leisure,
To deck thy Body with his ruffling Treasure. Enter Taylor.
Come, Taylor, let us see these Ornaments. Enter Haberdasher.
Lay forth the Gown. What News with you, Sir?

Hab.
Here is the Cap your Worship did bespeak.

Pet.
Why this was moulded on a Porrenger,
A Velvet Dish; Fie, fie, 'tis lewd and filthy;
Why 'tis a Cockle or a Wallnut-shell,
A Knack, a Toy, a Trick, a Baby's Cap.
Away with it, come, let me have a bigger.

Kath.
I'll have no bigger, this doth fit the time,
And Gentlewomen wear such Caps as these.

Pet.
When you are gentle, you shall have one too,
And not 'till then.

Hor.
That will not be in haste.

Kath.
Why, Sir, I trust I may have leave to speak,
And speak I will. I am no Child, no Babe,
Your Betters have endur'd me, say my mind;
And if you cannot, best you stop your Ears.
My Tongue will tell the Anger of my Heart,
Or else my Heart concealing it will break:
And rather than it shall, I will be free,
Even to the uttermost as I please in words.

Pet.
Why thou say'st true, it is a paltry Cap,
A custard Coffin, a Bauble, a silken Pie,
I love thee well in that thou lik'st it not.

Kath.
Love me, or love me not, I like the Cap,
And it I will have, or I will have none.

Pet.
Thy Gown, why ay; come, Taylor, let us see't.
O mercy God, what masking Stuff is here?
What? this a Sleeve? 'tis like a Demi-cannon;
What, up and down carv'd like an Apple Tart?
Here's snip, and nip, and cut, and slish, and slash,
Like to a Censor in a Barber's Shop:
Why what a Devil's name, Taylor, call'st thou this?

Hor.
I see she's like to have neither Cap nor Gown.

Tay.
You bid me make it orderly and well,
According to the Fashion and the Time.

Pet.
Marry and did: But if you be remembred,
I did not bid you marr it to the Time.
Go hop me over every Kennel home,
For you shall hop without my Custom, Sir:
I'll none of it; hence, make your best of it.

Kath.
I never saw a better fashion'd Gown,
More queint, more pleasing, nor more commendable:
Belike you mean to make a Puppet of me.

Pet.
Why true, he means to make a Puppet of thee.

Tay.

She says your Worship means to make a Puppet of her.

Pet.
Oh most monstrous Arrogance!
Thou lyest, thou Thread, thou Thimble,
Thou Yard, three Quarters, half Yard, Quarter, Nail,
Thou Flea, thou Nit, thou winter Cricket thou!
Brav'd in mine own House with a Skein of Thread!
Away, thou Rag, thou Quantity, thou Remnant,
Or I shall so be-mete thee with thy Yard,
As thou shalt think on prating whil'st thou liv'st:
I tell thee I, that thou hast marr'd her Gown.

Tay.
Your Worship is deceiv'd, the Gown is made
Just as my Master had direction.
Grumio gave Order how it should be done.

Gru.
I gave him no Order, I gave him the Stuff.

Tay.
But how did you desire it should be made?

Gru.
Marry, Sir, with Needle and Thread.

Tay.
But did you not request to have it Cut?

Gru.
Thou hast fac'd many things.

Tay.

I have.

Gru.

Face not me: Thou hast brav'd many Men, brave not me; I will neither be fac'd nor brav'd. I say unto thee, I bid thy Master cut out the Gown, but I did not bid him cut it to pieces. Ergo thou liest.

Tay.

Why here is the Note of the Fashion to testify.

Pet.

Read it.

Gru.

The Note lies in's Throat if he say I said so.

Tay.

Imprimis, a loose-bodied Gown.

Gru.

Master, if ever I said loose-bodied Gown, sow me in the Skirts of it, and beat me to Death with a Bottom of brown Thread: I said a Gown.

Pet.

Proceed.

Tay.

With a small compast Cape.

Gru.

I confess the Cape.

Tay.

With a trunk Sleeve.

Gru.

I confess two Sleeves.

Tay.

The Sleeves curiously cut.

Pet.

Ay there's the Villany.

Gru.

Error i'th' Bill, Sir, Error i'th' Bill: I commanded the Sleeves should be cut out, and sow'd up again, and that

I'll prove upon thee, tho' thy little Finger be armed in a Thimble.

Tay.

This is true that I say, and I had thee in place where, thou should'st know it.

Gru.

I am for thee straight: take thou the Bill, give me thy mete-yard, and spare not me.

Hor.

God-a-mercy, Grumio, then he shall have no odds.

Pet.

Well, Sir, in brief the Gown is not for me.

Gru.

You are 'th' right, Sir, 'tis for my Mistress.

Pet.

Go take it up unto thy Master's use.

Gru.

Villain, not for thy Life: Take up my Mistress's Gown for thy Master's use!

Pet.
Why, Sir, what's your Conceit in that?

Gru.
Oh, Sir, the Conceit is deeper than you think for;
Take up my Mistress's Gown unto his Master's use.
Oh fie, fie, fie.

Pet.
Hortensio, say thou wilt see the Taylor paid. [Aside.
Go take it hence, be gone, and say no more.

Hor.
Taylor, I'll pay thee for thy Gown to morrow,
Take no unkindness of his hasty Words:
Away I say, commend me to thy Master. [Exit Tail.

Pet.
Well, come my Kate, we will unto your Father's,
Even in these honest mean habiliments:
Our Purses shall be proud, our Garments poor;
For 'tis the Mind that makes the Body rich.
And as the Sun breaks through the darkest Clouds,
So Honour peereth in the meanest Habit.
What is the Jay more precious than the Lark,
Because his Feathers are more beautiful?
Or is the Adder better than the Eel,
Because his painted Skin contents the Eye?
Oh no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse
For this poor Furniture, and mean Array.
If thou account'st it Shame, lay it on me,
And therefore Frolick; we will hence forthwith,
To Feast and Sport us at thy Father's House.
Go call my Men, and let us straight to him,
And bring our Horses unto Long-lane end,
There will we mount, and thither walk on Foot.
Let's see, I think 'tis now some seven a Clock,
And well we may come there by Dinner time.

Kath.
I dare assure you, Sir, 'tis almost two;
And 'twill be Supper-time e'er you come there.

Pet.
It shall be seven e'er I go to Horse:
Look what I speak, or do, or think to do,
You are still crossing it; Sirs, let't alone,
I will not go to day, and e'er I do,
It shall be what a Clock I say it is.

Hor.
Why so: This Gallant will command the Sun. [Exeunt Pet. Kath. and Hor. Enter Tranio, and the Pedant drest like Vincentio.

Tra.
Sirs, this is the House, please it you that I call.

Ped.
Ay what else, and but I be deceived,
Signior Baptista may remember me
Near twenty Years ago in Genoa.

Tra.
Where we were Lodgers, at the Pegasus:
'Tis well, and hold your own in any case
With such Austerity as longeth to a Father. Enter Biondello.

Ped.
I warrant you: But, Sir, here comes your Boy;
'Twere good he were school'd.

Tra.
Fear you not him; Sirrah Biondello,
Now do your Duty throughly I advise you:
Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio.

Bion.
Tut, fear not me.

Tra.
But hast thou done thy Errand to Baptista?

Bion.
I told him that your Father was in Venice,
And that you look'd for him in Padua.

Tra.
That's a tall Fellow, hold thee that to drink,
Here comes Baptista; set your Countenance, Sir. Enter Baptista and Lucentio.

Tra.
Signior Baptista, you are happily met:
Sir, this is the Gentleman I told you of;
I pray you stand, good Father, to me now,
Give me Bianca for my Patrimony.

Ped.
Soft, Son. Sir, by your leave, having come to Padua
To gather in some Debts, my Son Lucentio
Made me acquainted with a weighty Cause
Of Love between your Daughter and himself:
And for the good Report I hear of you,

And for the Love he beareth to your Daughter,
And she to him; to stay him not too long,
I am content in a good Father's care
To have him match'd, and if you please to like
No worse than I, Sir, upon some Agreement,
Me shall you find most ready and most willing
With one consent to have her so bestowed:
For curious I cannot be with you,
Signior Baptista, of whom I hear so well.

Bap.
Sir, pardon me in what I have to say,
Your plainness and your shortness please me well:
Right true it is, your Son Lucentio here
Doth love my Daughter, and she loveth him,
Or both dissemble deeply their Affections;
And therefore if you say no more than this,
That like a Father you will deal with him,
And pass my Daughter a sufficient Dowry,
The Match is made, and all is done,
Your Son shall have my Daughter with consent.

Tra.
I thank you, Sir, where then do you know best
We be affied, and such assurance ta'en,
As shall with either Parts Agreement stand.

Bap.
Not in my House, Lucentio, for you know
Pitchers have Ears, and I have many Servants;
Besides old Gremio is hearkning still,
And haply we might be interrupted.

Tra.
Then at my Lodging, and it like you, Sir;
There doth my Father lye; and there this Night
We'll pass the Business privately and well:
Send for your Daughter by your Servant here,
My Boy shall fetch the Scrivener presently.
The worst is this, that at so slender warning,
You are like to have a thin and slender Pittance.

Bap.
It likes me well.
Cambio, hie you home, and bid Bianca make her ready straight:
And if you will, tell what hath happen'd,
Lucentio's Father is arriv'd in Padua,
And how she's like to be Lucentio's Wife.

Luc.
I pray the gods she may with all my Heart. [Exit.

Tra.
Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone. Enter Peter.
Signior Baptista, shall I lead the way?
Welcome, one Mess is like to be your Cheer.
Come, Sir, we will better it in Pisa.

Bap.
I follow you. [Exeunt. Enter Lucentio and Biondello.

Bion.

Cambio.

Luc.

What say'st thou, Biondello?

Bion.

You saw my Master wink and laugh upon you.

Luc.

Biondello, what of that?

Bion.

'Faith nothing; but 'has left me here behind to expound the Meaning or Moral of his Signs and Tokens.

Luc.

I pray thee moralize them.

Bion.

Then thus. Baptista is safe talking with the deceiving Father of a deceitful Son.

Luc.

And what of him?

Bion.

His Daughter is to be brought by you to the Supper.

Luc.

And then?

Bion.

The old Priest at St. Luke's Church is at your command at all hours.

Luc.

And what of all this?

Bion.

I cannot tell, except they are busied about a counterfeit Assurance; take you Assurance of her, Cum privilegio ad Imprimendum solùm, to th' Church take the Priest,

Luc.
Hear'st thou, Biondello?

Bion.

I cannot tarry; I knew a Wench married in an Afternoon as she went to the Garden for Parseley to stuff a Rabbit, and so may you, Sir: And so adieu, Sir; my Master hath appointed me to go to St. Luke's, to bid the Priest be ready to come against you come with your Appendix.

Luc.
I may and will, if she be so contented:
She will be pleas'd, then wherefore should we doubt?
Hap what hap may, I'll roundly go about her:
It shall go hard if Cambio go without her. [Exit.

Enter Petruchio, Katharina, andHortensio.

Pet.
Come on a God's name, once more towards our Father's.
Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the Moon.

Kath.
The Moon! the Sun; it is not Moon-light 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 my self,
It shall be Moon, or Star, or what I list,
Or e'er I journey to your Father's House:
Go on, and fetch our Horses back again.
Evermore crost and crost, nothing but crost.

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 the Moon.

Pet.
Nay then you lie; it is the blessed Sun.

Kath.
Then God be blest, 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 Katherine.

Hor.
Petruchio, go thy way, the Field is won.

Pet.
Well, forward, forward, thus the Bowl should run;
And not unluckily against the Bias:
But soft, Company is coming here. Enter Vincentio.
Good morrow, gentle Mistress, where away? [To Vin.
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 Heav'n with such Beauty,
As those two Eyes become that heav'nly Face?
Fair lovely Maid, once more good day to thee:
Sweet Kate, embrace her for her Beauties sake.

Hor.

He will make the Man mad to make a Woman of him.

Kath.
Young budding Virgin, fair, and fresh, and sweet,
Whither away, or where is thy Aboad?
Happy the Parents of so fair a Child;
Happier the Man whom favourable Stars
Allots thee for his lovely Bedfellow.

Pet.
Why how now, Kate, I hope thou art not mad!
This is a Man, old, wrinkled, faded, withered,
And not a Maiden, as thou say'st he is.

Kath.
Pardon, old Father, my mistaken Eyes,
That have been so bedazled 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 Grandsir, and withal make known
Which way thou travellest; if along with us,
We shall be joyful of thy Company.

Vin.
Fair Sir, and you my merry Mistress,
That with your strange Encounter much amaz'd 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 reverent Age,
I may intitle thee my loving Father;
The Sister of 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.
Let me embrace with old Vincentio,
And wander we to see thy honest 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 thee Truth hereof.
For our first Merriment hath made thee jealous. [Exeunt.

Hor.
Well Petruchio, this has put me in Heart.
Have to my Widow, and if she be froward,
Then hast thou taught Hortensio to be untoward. [Exit. Enter Biondello, Lucentio and Bianca, Gremio walking on one 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.

Bion.

Nay, Faith, I'll see the Church a your Back, and then come back to my Mistress as soon as I can.

Gre.

I marvel Cambio comes not all this while.