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Gre. Here's packing?, with a witness, to deceive

us all!

Vin. Where is that damned villain, Tranio,
That fac'd and brav'd me in this matter so?

Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio?
Bian. Cambio is chang’d into Lucentio.

Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's love
Made me exchange my state with Tranio,
While he did bear my countenance in the town;
And happily I have arriv'd at last
Unto the wished haven of my bliss :-
What Tranio did, myself enforc'd him to;
Then pardon him, sweet father, for my sake.

Vin. I'll slit the villain's nose, that would have sent me to the gaol.

Bap. But do you hear, sir? [To Lucentio.] Have you married my daughter without asking my good-will?

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

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

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

[Exeunt Luc. and BIAN. Gre. My cake is dough 8. But I'll in among the

rest: Out of hope of all,--but my share of the feast.


7 Plottings, underhand contrivances.

8 An obsolete proverb, repeated on the loss of hope or expectation. Its meaning is not easily explained. It has been suggested that a cake which comes out of the oven in the state of dough is utterly spoiled.



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? Kath. No, sir; God forbid :—but ashamed to kiss. Pet. Why, then let's home again :—Come, sirrah,

let's away

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. [Exeunt.

SCENE II. A Room in Lucentio's House. A Banquet set out. Enter BAPTISTA, VINCENTIO, GREMIO, the Pe


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 selfsame 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,

1 The old copy reads come, the emendation is Rowe's.

? The banquet here, as in other places of Shakspeare, was a refection similar to our modern dessert, consisting of cakes, sweetmeats, fruits, &c. According to Baret“ banketting dishes brought at the end of meales' were junkettes, tartes, marchpanes. Yet from the same authority it appears that a banquet and a feast were also then synonymous, and the word is often used by Shakspeare in that sense also.


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

Pet. Roundly replied.
Mistress, how mean you

Wid. Thus I conceive by him.
Pet. Conceives by me!-How likes Hortensio

that? Hor. My widow says, thus she conceives her tale. Pet. Very well mended: Kiss him for that, good

widow. Kath. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns

round: I pray you,


you meant by that. Wid. Your husband, being troubled with a shrew, Measures


husband's sorrow by his woe3 : And now you know my meaning.

Kath. A very mean meaning.

Right, I mean you.
Kath. And I am mean indeed, respecting you.
Pet. To her, Kate !
Hor. To her, widow !

tell me

3 As this was meant for a rhyming couplet, it should be observed that shrew was pronounced shrow. See also the finale, where it rhymes to so.


Pet. A hundred marks, my Kate does put her down.
Hor. That's my office.
Pet. Spoke like an officer :—Ha' to thee, lad.

[Drinks to HORTENSIO. Bap. How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks? Gte. Believe me, sir, they butt together well.

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

Have at you for a bitter* jest or two.
Bian. Am I

bird ? I mean to shift


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. This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not; Therefore, a health to all that shot and miss'd. Tra. 0, sir, Lucentio slipp'd me like his grey

hound, Which runs himself, and catches for his master.

Pet. A good swift simile, but something currish,

Tra. "Tis well, sir, that you hunted for yourself; 'Tis thought, your deer does hold you out a bay.

Bap. O ho, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now. Luc. I thank thee for that girdo, good Tranio. Hor. Confess, confess, hath he not hit you here?


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* The old copy reads better. The emendation is Capell's. * Beside the original sense of speedy in motion, swift signified witty, quick witted. So in As You Like It, the Duke says of the clown, 'He is very swift and sententious.'

6 A gird is a cut, a sarcasm, a stroke of satire.


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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.

Bap. Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio,
I think thou hast the veriest shrew of all.
Pet. Well, I say-no; and therefore, for assu-

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

which we will

propose. Hor. Content:- What is the wager? Luc.

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

Luc. A hundred then.


A match; 'tis done.
Hor. Who shall begin ?

That will I. Go,
Biondello, bid


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.

Sir, my

How now! what news!

mistress sends


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.

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