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 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?

Enter VINCENTIo, in a travelling dress. Good-morrow, gentle mistress: Where away?[TO VINCENTIO. 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 a woman of him.

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

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 reverend age,

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.
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 plea..

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 Padua.-Do you hear, Sir?-to leave frivolous circumstances,-I pray you, tell signior Lucentio, that his father is come from Pisa, and is here at the door to speak with him.

Ped. Thou liest; his father is come from Pisa, and here looking out at the window. Vin. Art thou his father"

Pet. Why, how now, gentleman! [To VINCEN.] why, this is flat knavery, to take upon you another man's name.

Ped. Lay hands on the villain; I believe 'a means to cozen somebody in this city under my countenance.

Re-enter BIONDELLO.

Bion. I have seen them in the church together; God send 'em good shipping!-But who is here ? mine old master, Vincentio? now we are undone, and brought to nothing. Vin. Come hither, crack-hemp.

[Seeing BIONDello. Bion. I hope, I may choose, Sir. Vin. Come hither, you rogue; What, have you forgot me ?

Bion. Forgot you? no, Sir: I could not forget you, for I never saw you before in all my life.

Vin. What, you notorious villain, didst thou never see thy master's father, Vincentio?

Bion. What, my old, worshipful old master? yes, marry, Sir; see where he looks out of the window.

Vin. Is't so, indeed? [Beats BIONDELLO. Bion. Help, help, help! here's a madman will murder me. [Exit.

Ped. Help, son! help, signior Baptista! [Exit from the window. Pet. Pr'ythee, Kate, let's stand aside, and see the end of this controversy. [They retire. Re-enter PEDANT below; BAPTISTA, TRANIO, and SERVANTS.

Tra. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my

servant?

Vin. What am I, Sir? nay, what are you, Sir?-O immortal gods! O fine villain! A silken doublet! a velvet hose! a scarlet cloak! and a copatain hat!*-O, I am undone! I am undone! while I play the good husband at home, my son and my servant spend all at the university.

Tra. How now! what's the matter? Bap. What, is the man lunatic? Tra. Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman by your habit, but your words show you a madman: Why, Sir, what concerns it you, if I wear pearl and gold? I thank my good father, I am able to maintain it.

Vin. Thy father? O, villain! he is a sailmaker in Bergamo.

Bap. You mistake, Sir; you mistake, Sir: Pray, what do you think is his name?

Vin. His name? as if I knew not his name: I have brought him up ever since he was three years old, and his name is-Tranio.

Ped. Away, away, mad ass! his name is Lucentio; and he is mine only son, and heir to the lands of me, signior Vincentio.

Vin. Lucentio! O, he hath murdered his master!-Lay hold on him, I charge you, in the duke's name:-O, my son, my son!-tell me, thou villain, where is my son Lucentio ?

Tra. Call forth an officer: [Enter one with an Officer.] carry this mad knave to the jail:-Father Baptista, I charge you see, that he be forthcoming.

Vin. Carry me to the jail!

Gre. Stay, officer; he shall not go to prison. Bap. Talk not, signior Gremio; I say, he shall go to prison.

Gre. Take heed, signior Baptista, lest you

* A hat with a conical crown.

Tra. Then thou wert best say, that I am not Lucentio.

tio.

Gre. Yes, I know thee to be signior Lucen

Bap. Away with the dotard; to the jail with him.

Vin. Thus strangers may be haled and abus'd:-O monstrous villain!

Re-enter BIONDELLO, with LUCENTIO, and
BIANCA.

Bion. O, we are spoiled, and-Yonder he is; deny him, forswear him, or else we are all undone.

Luc. Pardon, sweet father.
Vin. Lives my sweetest son?

[Kneeling.

[Kneeling.

[BIONDELLO, TRANIO, and PEDANT run out. Bian. Pardon, dear father. Bap. How hast thou offended?— Where is Lucentio?

[mine,

Luc. Here's Lucentio, Right son unto the right Vincentio; That have by marriage made thy daughter While counterfeit supposes blear'd thine eyne.t 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 jail.

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 villany. [Exit.

Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this kna

very.

[Exit. 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;

Out of hope of all,-but my share of the feast. [Exit.

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;

* Cheated.
+ Deceived thy eyes.
Tricking, underhand contrivances.

ment.

A proverbial expression, repeated after a disappoint

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 PEDANT, LUCENTIO, BIANCA,
PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, HORTENSIO, and
WIDOW. TRANIO, BIONDELLO, GRUMIO, and
others, attending.

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 Pe-
truchio.

Pet. Padua affords nothing but what is kind. Hor. For both our sakes, I would that word

greyhound,

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 at a bay. Bap. O ho, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now. Luc. I thank thee for that gird,t 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.

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

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.

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.

wife

To come to me forthwith.

[Exit BIONDELLO Pet. O, ho! entreat her! Nay, then she must needs come. Hor. I am afraid, Sir, Do what you can, yours will not be entreated. Re-enter BIONDELLO.

Now where's my wife?

Bion. She says, you have some goodly jest in hand;

She will not come; she bids you come to her.
Pet. Worse and worse; she will not come
Intolerable, not to be endur'd!
[O vile

Sirrah, Grumio, go to your mistress; Say, I command her to come to me.

Hor. I know her answer.

Pet. What?

Hor. She will not come.

[Exit GRUMIO.

end.

der.

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?

Lue. 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 headstrong women What duty they do owe their lords and husbands.

Wid. Come, come, you're mocking; we will have no telling.

Pet. Come on, I say; and first begin with her.

Wid. She shall not.

Pet. I say, she shall;-and first begin with her.

A woman mov'd, is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty;
And, while it 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,
Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for
And for thy maintenance: commits his body
thee,
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
To painful labour, both by sea and land;
While thou liest warm at home, secure and
safe;

And craves no other tribute at thy hands,
But love, fair looks, and true obedience ;-
Too little payment for so great a debt.
Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
Even such, a woman oweth to her husband:
And, not obedient to his honest will,
And, when she's forward, peevish, sullen,
What is she, but a foul contending rebel,
[sour,
And graceless traitor to her loving lord ?--
To offer war, where they should kneel for
I am asham'd, that women are so simple
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 lancés 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,+ for it is no boot;
And place your hands below your husband's
In token of which duty, if he please, [foot:
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 we 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.

* Gentle tempers. + Abate your spirits.

ACT 1.

TES' Palace.

Cam. 'Beseech you,

and embraced, as it were, from the ends of opposed winds. The heavens continue their loves!

Arch. I think, there is not in the world either

malice, or matter, to alter it. You have an unspeakable comfort of your young prince promise, that ever came into my note. Mamillius; it is a gentleman of the greatest

of him: it is a gallant child; one that, indeed, Cam. I very well agree with you in the hopes physics the subject,t makes old hearts fresh: they, that went on crutches ere he was born, desire yet their life, to see him a man.

Arch. Would they else be content to die? Cam. Yes; if there were no other excuse why they should desire to live.

desire to live on crutches till he had one. Arch. If the king had no son, they would

[Exeunt.

--

us. .

Cam. You pay a great deal too dear, for what's given freely.

Arch. Believe me, I speak as my understanding instructs me, and as mine honesty puts it to utterance.

Cam. Sicilia cannot show himself over-kind to Bohemia. They were trained together in their childhoods; and there rooted betwixt them then such an affection, which cannot choose but branch now. Since their more mature dignities, and royal necessities, made separation of their society, their encounters, though not personal, have been royally attornied, with interchange of gifts, letters, loving em

Nobly supplied by substitution of embassies.

the Palace.

Enter LEONTES, POLIXENES, HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, CAMILLO, and Attendants.

Pol. Nine changes of the wat'ry star have been [throne The shepherd's note, since we have left our Without a burden: time as long again Would be fill'd up, my brother, with our And yet we should, for perpetuity, [thanks; Go hence in debt: And therefore, like a cipher, Yet standing in rich place, I multiply, With one we-thank-you, many thousands more That go before it.

* Wide waste of country. † Affords a cordial to the State.