Tra.
I pray, sir, tell me,—[advancing.] 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,—
Tranio, I burn, I pine, I perish, Tranio,
If I atchieve 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 ^note touch'd you, nought remains but so,—
Redime te captum ^note quam queas minimo.

Luc.
Gramercies, lad; go forward: this contents;
The rest will comfort, for thy counsel's ^note sound.

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 strond.

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 to move,
And with her breath she did perfume the air;
Sacred, and sweet, was all I saw in her.

Tra.
Nay, then, 'tis time to stir him from his trance:—
I pray, awake ^note, sir; [shaking him.] If you love the maid,
Bend thoughts and wits to atchieve 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 shall ^note not be annoy'd with suitors.

Luc.
Ah, Tranio, what a cruel father's he!
But art thou not advis'd, he took some care
To get her ^note 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,
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,
Some Neapolitan, or mean man ^note of Pisa—
'Tis hatch'd, and shall be so:—Tranio, at once
Uncase thee; take my colour'd hat, and cloak: [exchanging Cloaths with him.
When Biondello comes, he waits on thee;
But I will charm him first to keep his tongue.

Tra.
So had you need. Sith ^note it your pleasure is,
And I am ty'd to be obedient;
(For so your father charg'd me at our parting;
Be serviceable to my son, quoth he,—
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 atchieve that maid
Whose sudden sight hath thrall'd my wounded eye. Enter Biondello.
Here comes the rogue:—Sirrah, where have you been?

Bio.
Where have I been? Nay, how now, where are you?
Master, has my fellow Tranio stoln your cloaths?
Or you stoln his? or 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 am descry'd:
Wait you on him, I charge you, as becomes,

While I make way from hence to save my life:
You understand me?

Bio.
Ay, sir, ne'er a whit.

Luc.
And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth;
Tranio is chang'd into Lucentio.

Bio.
The better for him; 'Would, I were so too!

Tra.
So would ^note I,14Q0346 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 company ^note:
When I am alone, why, then I am Tranio;
But in all places else, your master ^note Lucentio.

Luc.
Tranio, let's go:—
One thing more rests, that thyself execute;—
To make one among ^note these wooers: If thou ask me why,—
Sufficeth, my reasons are both good and weighty. [Exeunt.

1. S.
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?

Pag.
My lord, 'tis but begun.

Sly.
'Tis a very excellent piece of work, madam lady;
'Would, it were done! SCENE II. The same. Before Hortensio's House. Enter Petruchio, and 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, sir? Is there any man
That has rebus'd 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. [rings him by the Ears.

Gru.
Help, masters, help! my master ^note 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 core ben trovato ^{note note}, may I say.

Hor.
Alla nostra casa bene ^note venuto,
Molto honorato ^note signior 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 ought I see) two and thirty,—a pip ^note out?

Pet.
A senseless villain!—Good Hortensio,
I bad 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 is 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?

Pet.
Such wind as scatters young men through the world,
To seek their fortunes farther than at home,
Where small experience grows. But, in a few,14Q0347
Signior Hortensio, thus it stands with me:—
Antonio, my father, is deceas'd;
And I have thrust myself into this maze,
Happ'ly 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.

Hor.
Petruchio, shall I then come roundly to thee,
And wish thee to a shrewd ill-favour'd wife?
Thou'dst thank me but a little for my counsel:
And yet I'll promise thee she shall be rich,
And very rich:—but thou'rt too much my friend,

And I'll not wish thee to her.

Pet.
Signior ^note 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 burthen of my wooing dance)—
Be she as foul as was Florentius' love,
As old as Sibyl, and as curst and shrowd
As Socrates' Xantippe, or a worse,
She moves me not, or not removes (at least)
Affection's edge in me; were ^note she as ^note rough
As are the swelling Adriatick 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 stept 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 ^note (as that is fault enough)
Is,—that she is intolerable curst,
And shrewd ^note, and froward; so beyond all measure,
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 ^note Baptista Minola,
An affable and courteous gentleman:
Her name is, Catherina Minola;
Renown'd in Padua for her scolding tongue.

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 knaves, or so: why, that's nothing; an he begin ^note once, he'll rail in his rope-tricks. ^note 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,
His youngest daughter, beautiful Bianca;
And her withholds ^note from me, and other more,
Suitors to her, and rivals in my love:
Supposing it a thing impossible,
(For those defects I have before rehears'd)
That ever Catherina will be woo'd,
Therefore this order hath Baptista ta'en;—
That none shall have access unto Bianca,
'Till Catherine the curst have got a husband.

Gru.
Catherine the curst!
A title for a maid, of all titles the worst.

Hor.
Now shall my friend Petruchio do me grace;
And offer me, disguis'd in sober robes,
To old Baptista as a schoolmaster
Well seen in musick, 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 myself. Enter, on the opposite Side, Gremio; Lucentio with him, with Books under his Arm.

Gru.

Here's no knavery See; to beguile the old folks, how the young folks lay their heads ^note together!—Master, master, look about you:—Who goes there? ha. ^note

Hor.
Peace, Grumio; 'tis the rival of my love:—
Petruchio, stand we by a little while.

Gru.
A proper stripling, and an amorous! [they retire.

Gre.
O, very well; I have perus'd the note. [giving it back.
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
Signior Baptista's liberality,
I'll mend it with a largess. Here, &dagger2; take your papers ^note too,
And let me have them very well perfum'd;
For she is sweeter than perfume itself,
To whom they go. What ^note will you read to her?

Luc.
Whate'er I read to her, I'll plead for you,
As for my patron,—stand you so assur'd,—
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!

Pet.
Peace, sirrah.

Hor.
Grumio, mum.—God save you, signior Gremio! [advancing.

Gre.
You are ^note well met,14Q0348 signior Hortensio. Trow you
Whither I am going? To Baptista Minola.
I promis'd him, to enquire carefully
About a schoolmaster for the fair Bianca:
And, by good fortune, I have lighted well
On this † young man; for learning, and behaviour,
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 promis'd me to help me to ^note another,
A fine musician to instruct our mistress;
So shall I no whit be behind in duty
To fair Bianca, so belov'd of me.

Gre.
Belov'd of me, and that my deeds shall prove.

&clquo;Gru.
&clquo;—and that his bags shall prove.&crquo;

Hor.
Gremio, 'tis now no time to vent our love:
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 Catherine;
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.

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

Pet.
Born in Verona, old Antonio's ^note son:
My father dead, my fortune lives for me;
And I do hope good days, and long, to see.

Gre.
Sir, ^note such a life, with such a wife, were strange:
But, if you have a stomack ^note, to't ^note o'God's name,
You shall have me assisting you in all.
But will you woo this wild-cat?

Pet.
Will I live?

&clquo;Gru.
&clquo;Will he woo her? ay, or I'll hang her.&crquo;

Pet.
Why came I hither, but to that intent?
Think you, a little din can daunt mine ears?
Have I not in my time heard lions roar?
Have I not heard the sea, puft up with winds,
Rage like an angry boar, chafed with sweat?
Have I not heard great ordinance 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' clangue?
And do you tell me of a woman's tongue;
That gives not half so great a blow to the ear ^note,
As will a chesnut in a farmer's fire?
Tush, tush! fear boys with bugs.

&clquo;Gru.
&clquo;For he fears none.&crquo;

Gre.
Hortensio, hark!
This gentleman is happily arriv'd,
My mind presumes, for his own good, and ours ^note.

Hor.
I promis'd, we would be contributors,
And bear his charge of wooing, whatsoe'er.

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

&clquo;Gru.
&clquo;I would, I were as sure of a good dinner.&crquo;

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,
To the house of signior Baptista Minola?

Gre.
He ^note that14Q0349 has the two fair daughters? is't he you mean?

Tra.
Even he, ^note sir.

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.

&clquo;Luc.
&clquo;Well begun, Tranio.&crquo;

Hor.
Sir, a word ere you go;—
Are you a suitor to the maid you talk of, yea, or no?

Tra.
An if ^note I be, sir, is it any offence?

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

Tra.
Why, sir, I pray you ^note, 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 is ^note the chosen of signior Hortensio.

Tra.
Softly, my masters! if you be gentlemen,
Do me this right,—hear me with ^note patience.
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, what! this gentleman will out-talk us all.

Luc.
Sir ^note, give him head; I know, he'll prove a jade.

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

Hor.
Sir, let me be so bold as ask ^note you this;—
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 the other is ^note 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, insooth;—
The youngest daughter, whom you harken for,
Her father keeps from all access of suitors;
And will not promise her to any man,
Until her 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;
An if you break the ice, and do this feat ^note,—
Atchieve the elder, set the younger free
For our access,—whose hap shall be to have her,
Will not so graceless be, to be ingrate.

Hor.
Sir, you say well, and well you do 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 convive ^note this afternoon,
And quaff carouses to our mistress' health;
And do as adversaries do in law,—
Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.

Gru.
O excellent motion!—Fellows, let's be gone.

Hor.
The motion's good indeed, and be it so;—
Petruchio, I'll ^note be your ben venuto. [Exeunt.

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