Pa. 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? 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 sail-maker 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 gaol: Father, Baptista, I charge you see, that he be forthcoming. Vin. Carry me to the gaol! 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 be coney-catched in this business; I dare swear, this is the right Vincentio. Ped. Swear, if thou darest. Gre. Nay, I dare not swear it. Tra. Then thou wert best say, that I am not Lucentio. Gre. Yes, I know thee to be signior Lucentio. Bap. Away with the dotard; to the gaol with him. Vin. Thus strangers may be haled and abus'd. O monstrous villain! 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 nave 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. 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. 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 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 wid ow,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 cat. [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 truc 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 afcard of you. Wid. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns round. Pet. Roundly replied. Kath. Mistress, how mean you that? Wid. Thus I conceive by him. Pel. 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, tell me what you meant by that. Wid. Your husband, being troubled with a shrew, 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! Sir, my mistress sends you 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. hope, better. Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go, and entreat my wife [Exit BIONDELLO. O, ho! entreat her! To come to me forthwith. Pet. A hundred marks, my Kate does put her Nay, then she must needs come. 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? Gre. Believe me, sir, they butt together well. Bian. Head, and butt? an 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 begun, Have at you for a bitter jest or two. Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my 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; Tra. O, sir, Lucentio slipp'd me like his 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, 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 cne 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 as I'll venture so much on my hawk, or hound, But twenty times so much upon my wife. Luc. A hundred then. Hor. Pet. Content. Hor. I am afraid, sir, Do what you can, yours will not be entreated. Re-enter BIONdello. come, Swinge me them soundly forth unto their husbands: Away, I say, and bring them hither straight. [Exit KATHARINA. Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder. 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; Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet; Re-enter KATHARINA, with BIANCA and Widow. See, where she comes; and brings your froward A match; tis done. As prisoners to her womanly persuasion. — Wid. Lord, let me never have a cause to sigh, Till I be brought to such a silly pass! Bian. Fye! what a foolish duty call you this? Luc. I would, your duty were as foolish too : The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca, Hath cost me an hundred crowns since suppertime. 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. Kath. Fye, fye! unknit that threat'ning unkind brow; And dart not scornful glances from those eyes, A woman mov'd, is like a fountain troubled, And when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour, kiss me, Kate. Come on, and Luc. Well, go thy ways, old lad: for thou shalt SCENE I. -Sicilia. An Antechamber in Leontes' Palace. Enter CAMILLO and ARCHIDAMUS. Arch. If you shall chance, Camillo, to visit hemia, on the like occasion whereon my services are now on foot, you shall see, as I have said, great difference betwixt our Bohemia, and your Sicilia. Bohemia. They were trained together in their child. hoods; and there rooted betwixt them then such an affection, which cannot choose but branch now Since their more mature dignities, and royal necesBo-sities, made separation of their society, their encounters, though not personal, have been royally attornied, with interchange of gifts, letters, loving embassies; that they have seemed to be together, though absent; shook hands, as over a vast; and embraced, as it were, from the ends of opposed winds. The heavens continue their loves! Cam. I think, this coming summer, the king of Sicilia means to pay Bohemia the visitation which he justly owes him. Arch. Wherein our entertainment shall shame us, we will be justified in our loves: for, indeed, Cam. 'Beseech you, Arch. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my knowledge: we cannot with such magnificence— in so rare- I know not what to say. We will give you sleepy drinks; that your senses, unintelligent of our insufficience, may, though they cannot praise us, as little accuse us. Cam. You pay a great deal too dear, for what's given freely. Arch. Belicre me, I speak as my understanding instructs me, and as raine honesty puts it to utter ance. Cum a car not show himself over-kind to 275 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 Mamillius; it is a gentleman of the greatest promise, that ever came into my note. Cam. I very well agree with you in the hopes of him: It is a gallant child; one that, indeed, physicks the subject, 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. Arch. If the king had no son, they would desire to live on crutches till he had one. [Exeunt. T 2 SCENE 11. The same. A Room of State in the Enter LEONTES, POLIXENES, HERMIONE, MAMILLIUS, Pol. Nine changes of the watʼry star have been Would be fill'd up, my brother, with our thanks; Go hence in debt: And therefore, like a cipher, Leon. Sir, that's to-morrow. Leon. We are tougher, brother, I'll no gain-saying. Pol. So soon as yours, could win me: so it should now, Leon. Tongue-tied, our queen? speak you. You had drawn oaths from him, not to stay. You, sir, The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia You'll stay? Pol. No, madam. Her. Nay, but you will? I may not verily. Pol. Her. Verily! You put me off with imber vows: But I, Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o' the two? And bleat the one at the other: What we chang'd heaven Boldly, Not guilty; the imposition clear'd, O my most sacred lady, Her. Grace to boot! Leon. At my request, he would not. Hermione, my dearest, thou never spok'st To better purpose. Her. Leon. Never? Never, but once. Her. What? have I twice said well? when was't before? I pr'ythee, tell me : Cram us with praise, and make us As fat as tame things: One good deed, dying tongue- Slaughters a thousand, waiting upon that. Or I mistake you: O, would her name were Grace! Though you would seek to unsphere the stars with Nay, let me hav't; I long. |