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Preface

The four plays printed in this volume appeared for the first time in the Folio of 1623, and in the same order in which they are here given.

Of The Taming of the Shrew alone is there any Quarto edition. The title-page of this, as it appears in Capell's copy, is as follows:

A wittie | and pleasant | Comedie | Called | The Taming of the Shrew. | As it was acted by his Maiesties | Seruants at the Blacke Friers | and the Globe. | Written by Will. Shakespeare. | LONDON, | Printed by W. S. for John Smethwicke, and are to be | sold at his Shop in Saint Dunstones Church- | yard vnder the Diall: | 1631. |

From a minute comparison of this Quarto edition with the First Folio, extending to points which are necessarily left unrecorded in our notes, we have come to the conclusion that the Quarto was printed from the Folio. It is necessary to mention this, because Mr Collier, in the second edition of his Shakespeare, maintains that the Quarto was printed long before 1623, perhaps as early as 1607 or 1609; that its publication "had been in some way 'stayed' by the intervention of the author, on behalf of himself and the company to which he belonged; and that, having in consequence been laid aside for a number of years, some copies of it, remaining in the hands of Smithwicke the stationer, were issued in 1631, as if it had been then first published." Mr Collier also conjectures that the title-page was 'struck off long subsequent to the printing of the body of the comedy to which it is attached.' That this could not have been the case appears from an examination of Capell's copy, the only one known to us which has the title-page perfect. In this the title forms part of the first quire, and has not been inserted. The paper on which it is printed is the same as that used for the rest of the play, the wire-marks corresponding throughout. The passages from the Quarto and Folio which Mr Collier quotes in support of his theory seem to us to make strongly against it.

We have not reprinted the old play called The Taming of a Shrew, on which Shakespeare founded his comedy, because it is manifestly by another hand. It is referred to in the notes as (Q).

The 'Long MS.,' to which we have referred, is a copy of the Second Folio in the Library of Pembroke College, Cambridge, which was formerly in the possession of Dr Roger Long, Master of the College from 1733 to 1770. It contains marginal emendations, some from Theobald and Warburton, marked 'T.' and 'W.' respectively; some to which the initial 'L.' is affixed, and some without any initial letter at all. Such of these as could not be traced to any earlier source we have quoted as 'Long conj. MS.' or 'Long MS.' For permission to use this volume we are indebted to the kindness of the Rev. C. H. Parez.

Mr Keightley has, with great liberality, sent for our use the MS. of his forthcoming work 'The Shakespeare Expositor.' We beg to return him our best thanks.

To the number of those whom we have to thank for kind assistance we add with pleasure the names of the Rev. G. B. Bubier, the Rev. N. M. Ferrers, and Dr Meredith of Quebec.

W. G. C. W. A. W.

ADDENDA AND CORRIGENDA.

The Taming of the Shrew.

II. 1. 108. To] Unto S. Walker conj.

IV. 1. 36, 37. and ... thou wilt] is ... will thaw Badham conj. In note on line 37 dele will thaw Anon. conj.

IV. 5. 22. Add to note, so it shall be, so Mitford conj.

IV. 5. 77. Have to] Have at Jervis conj.

All's Well that Ends Well.

I. 1. 97. In the note, for Williams read Badham.

II. 1. 170. maiden's] maid's S. Walker conj.

III. 2. 108. Add to note, move the still-reeking Jervis conj.

IV. 2. 38. Add to note, make ropes ... snare or wake hopes ... scare Bubier conj.

IV. 3. 94. Add to note, he has Steevens.

IV. 3. 96. For he has read has, and in the note read has] ha's Ff. he has Steevens.

The Winter's Tale.

I. 2. 147, 148. Add to note, Her. How my lord? Pol. What ... brother?

II. 1. 40. Add to note, drink deep Long MS. Mr Staunton's conjecture should be drink deep o't.

THE TAMING OF THE SHREW.

Dramatis Personæ

A Lord. } Christopher Sly, a tinker. } Persons in the Hostess, Page, Players, Huntsmen, and Servants.} Induction

BAPTISTA, a rich gentleman of Padua. Vincentio, an old gentleman of Pisa. Lucentio, son to Vincentio, in love with Bianca. Petruchio[2], a gentleman of Verona, a suitor to Katharina.

GREMIO, } HORTENSIO,} suitors to Bianca.

TRANIO, } BIONDELLO,} servants to Lucentio.

GRUMIO[3],} CURTIS[4],} servants to Petruchio.

A Pedant.

KATHARINA, the shrew,} BIANCA, } daughters to Baptista.

Widow.

Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants attending on Baptista and Petruchio.

SCENE: Padua, and Petruchio's country house.

FOOTNOTES:

[1] DRAMATIS PERSONÆ] First given by Rowe.

[2] PETRUCHIO] PETRUCIO Knight. PETRUCCIO Ritson conj.Return to passage

[3] GRUMIO] GRUNNIO S. Walker conj.Return to passage

[4] CURTIS] Capell.Return to passage

THE TAMING OF THE SHREW.

Induction, Scene I — Before an alehouse on a heath

Enter HOSTESS and SLY.

Sly. I'll pheeze you, in faith.

Host. A pair of stocks, you rogue!

Sly. Y'are a baggage: the Slys are no rogues; look in the chronicles; we came in with Richard Conqueror. Therefore paucas pallabris; let the world slide: sessa! 5

Host. You will not pay for the glasses you have burst?

Sly. No, not a denier. Go by, Jeronimy: go to thy cold bed, and warm thee.

Host. I know my remedy; I must go fetch the thirdborough. [Exit. 10

Sly. Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll answer him by law: I'll not budge an inch, boy: let him come, and kindly. [Falls asleep.

Horns winded. Enter a Lord from hunting, with his train.

Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds: Brach Merriman, the poor cur is emboss'd; 15 And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd brach. Saw'st thou not, boy, how Silver made it good At the hedge-corner, in the coldest fault? I would not lose the dog for twenty pound.

First Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord; 20 He cried upon it at the merest loss And twice to-day pick'd out the dullest scent: Trust me, I take him for the better dog.

Lord. Thou art a fool: if Echo were as fleet, I would esteem him worth a dozen such. 25 But sup them well and look unto them all: To-morrow I intend to hunt again.

First Hun. I will, my lord.

Lord. What's here? one dead, or drunk? See, doth he breathe?

Sec. Hun. He breathes, my lord. Were he not warm'd with ale, 30 This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly.

Lord. O monstrous beast! how like a swine he lies! Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine image! Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man. What think you, if he were convey'd to bed, 35 Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers, A most delicious banquet by his bed, And brave attendants near him when he wakes, Would not the beggar then forget himself?

First Hun. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose. 40

Sec. Hun. It would seem strange unto him when he waked.

Lord. Even as a flattering dream or worthless fancy. Then take him up and manage well the jest: Carry him gently to my fairest chamber And hang it round with all my wanton pictures: 45 Balm his foul head in warm distilled waters And burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet: Procure me music ready when he wakes, To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound; And if he chance to speak, be ready straight 50 And with a low submissive reverence Say 'What is it your honour will command?' Let one attend him with a silver basin Full of rose-water and bestrew'd with flowers; Another bear the ewer, the third a diaper, 55 And say 'Will't please your lordship cool your hands?' Some one be ready with a costly suit And ask him what apparel he will wear; Another tell him of his hounds and horse, And that his lady mourns at his disease: 60 Persuade him that he hath been lunatic; And when he says he is, say that he dreams, For he is nothing but a mighty lord. This do and do it kindly, gentle sirs: It will be pastime passing excellent, 65 If it be husbanded with modesty.

First Hun. My lord, I warrant you we will play our part, As he shall think by our true diligence He is no less than what we say he is.

Lord. Take him up gently and to bed with him; 70 And each one to his office when he wakes. [Some bear out Sly. A trumpet sounds.

Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds: [Exit Servingman.

Belike, some noble gentleman that means, Travelling some journey, to repose him here.

Re-enter Servingman.

How now! who is it?

Serv. An't please your honour, players 75 That offer service to your lordship.

Lord. Bid them come near.

Enter Players.

Now, fellows, you are welcome.

Players. We thank your honour.

Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to-night?

A Player. So please your lordship to accept our duty. 80

Lord. With all my heart. This fellow I remember, Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son: 'Twas where you woo'd the gentlewoman so well: I have forgot your name; but, sure, that part Was aptly fitted and naturally perform'd. 85

A Player. I think 'twas Soto that your honour means.

Lord. Tis very true: thou didst it excellent. Well, you are come to me in happy time; The rather for I have some sport in hand Wherein your cunning can assist me much. 90 There is a lord will hear you play to-night: But I am doubtful of your modesties; Lest over-eyeing of his odd behaviour,-- For yet his honour never heard a play,-- You break into some merry passion 95 And so offend him; for I tell you, sirs, If you should smile he grows impatient.

A Player. Fear not, my lord: we can contain ourselves, Were he the veriest antic in the world.

Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery, 100 And give them friendly welcome every one: Let them want nothing that my house affords. [Exit one with the Players.

Sirrah, go you to Barthol'mew my page, And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady: That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamber; 105 And call him 'madam,' do him obeisance. Tell him from me, as he will win my love, He bear himself with honourable action, Such as he hath observed in noble ladies Unto their lords, by them accomplished: 110 Such duty to the drunkard let him do With soft low tongue and lowly courtesy, And say, 'What is't your honour will command, Wherein your lady and your humble wife May show her duty and make known her love?' 115 And then with kind embracements, tempting kisses, And with declining head into his bosom, Bid him shed tears, as being overjoy'd To see her noble lord restored to health, Who for this seven years hath esteemed him 120 No better than a poor and loathsome beggar: And if the boy have not a woman's gift To rain a shower of commanded tears, An onion will do well for such a shift, Which in a napkin being close convey'd 125 Shall in despite enforce a watery eye. See this dispatch'd with all the haste thou canst: Anon I'll give thee more instructions. [Exit a Servingman. I know the boy will well usurp the grace, Voice, gait and action of a gentlewoman: 130 I long to hear him call the drunkard husband, And how my men will stay themselves from laughter When they do homage to this simple peasant. I'll in to counsel them; haply my presence May well abate the over-merry spleen 135 Which otherwise would grow into extremes. [Exeunt.

LINENOTES:

[INDUCTION.] Pope. om. Ff Q. See note (I).

[SCENE I. Before ...] Theobald. A Hedge Ale-house. Capell.

[Enter ...] Enter Begger and Hostes, Christophero Sly. Ff Q.

[1] pheeze] fese (Q).

[2] stocks] F3 F4. stockes F1 Q.] stokes F2.

[4] came in] came Rowe (ed. 1).

[5] paucas] paucus F4.

[7] Go by, Jeronimy] goe by Ieronimie Q. go by S. Ieronimie Ff (Ieronimy F2. Jeronimy F3 F4). go by, Jeronimo Theobald. 'go by,' says Jeronimy Steevens (Capell conj.). go--by S. Jeronimy Knight. See note (II).

[9] thirdborough] Theobald. head-borough Ff Q.

[10] [Exit.] Rowe. om. Ff Q.

[13] [Falls asleep.] Ff Q. Falls from off his bench, and sleeps. Capell. Lies down on the ground, and falls asleep. Malone.

[14] SCENE II. Pope.

Horns winded.] Winde hornes. Ff Q.

[15] Brach] Leech Hanmer. Bathe Johnson conj. Breathe Mitford conj. Brace Becket conj. Trash Singer.

Brach ... emboss'd;] (Brach Merriman, the poor cur, is emboss'd,) Grant White. Brach, Merriman, the ... emboss'd Johnson. (Back Merriman!--the ... emboss'd) Anon. conj.

[23] better] om. Q.

[30, 31] Printed as prose in Ff Q, as verse first by Rowe (ed. 2).

[37] bed] side Anon. conj.

[41, 42] waked. Lord. Even ... fancy. Then] waked, Even ... fancy. Lord. Then Anon. conj.

[46] Balm ... head] Bath ... hide Capell conj.

in] with Rowe (ed. 2).

[55] the third] a third Rowe.

[62] And ... he is,] Ff Q. And when he says he is poor, Rowe (ed. 1). And ... he's poor, Rowe (ed. 2). And ... he is,--Theobald. And ... he's Sly, Johnson conj. And when he says what he is, Long conj. MS. When he says what he is, Collier MS. And what he says he is, Jackson conj. And when he says who he is, Anon. ap. Halliwell conj. See note (III).

[67] we will] we'll Rowe (ed. 2).

[71] [Some bear out Sly.] Theobald. om. Ff Q.

A trumpet sounds.] Sound trumpets. Ff Q.

[72] [Exit S.] Ex. Servant. Theobald. om. Ff Q.

[75] SCENE III. Pope.

Re-enter ...] Enter ... Ff Q.

[75, 76] An't ... players That] Ff Q.

Please your honour, players That Pope.

An it ... Players that Malone.

[76] That offer] That come to offer Capell. That offer humble Collier MS.

[77] Enter P.] Ff Q, after line 76.

[80] A Player.] Edd. 2. Player. Ff Q.

[85] fitted] fit S. Walker conj.

[86] A Player.] Sincklo. F1 Q. Sin. F2. Sim. F3 F4. 1. P. Capell. See note (IV).

[98] A Player.] Plai. F1 F2. Play. Q. Pla. F3 F4. 1. P. Capell.

[99] See note (v).

[101] And ... one] omitted by Rowe.

[103] Barthol'mew] Bartholmew Ff Q. Bartholomew Rowe.

[108] bear] F3 F4. beare F1 F2. bare Q.

[ Linenote 112] soft low] soft slow Malone conj.

[113] will] doth Q.

[120] this seven] these seven Rowe (ed. 2). twice seven Theobald.

him] himself Rowe.

[125] being ... convey'd] (being ... convei'd) Ff Q.

[133] peasant.] Johnson. peasant, Ff Q. peasant; Rowe.

[135] the] their Collier (Collier MS.).

Induction, Scene II — A bedchamber in the Lord's house.

Enter aloft SLY, with Attendants; some with apparel, others with basin and ewer and other appurtenances, and Lord.

Sly. For God's sake, a pot of small ale.

First Serv. Will't please your lordship drink a cup of sack?

Sec. Serv. Will't please your honour taste of these conserves?

Third Serv. What raiment will your honour wear to-day?

Sly. I am Christophero Sly; call not me 'honour' nor 5 'lordship:' I ne'er drank sack in my life; and if you give me any conserves, give me conserves of beef: ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear; for I have no more doublets than backs, no more stockings than legs, nor no more shoes than feet; nay, sometime more feet than shoes, or such shoes as 10 my toes look through the overleather.

Lord. Heaven cease this idle humour in your honour! O, that a mighty man of such descent, Of such possessions and so high esteem, Should be infused with so foul a spirit! 15

Sly. What, would you make me mad? Am not I Christopher Sly, old Sly's son of Burton-heath, by birth a pedlar, by education a card-maker, by transmutation a bear-herd, and now by present profession a tinker? Ask Marian Hacket, the fat ale-wife of Wincot, if she know me 20 not: if she say I am not fourteen pence on the score for sheer ale, score me up for the lyingest knave in Christendom. What! I am not bestraught: here's--

Third Serv. O, this it is that makes your lady mourn!

Sec. Serv. O, this is it that makes your servants droop! 25

Lord. Hence comes it that your kindred shuns your house, As beaten hence by your strange lunacy. O noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth, Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment And banish hence these abject lowly dreams. 30 Look how thy servants do attend on thee, Each in his office ready at thy beck. Wilt thou have music? hark! Apollo plays, [Music. And twenty caged nightingales do sing: Or wilt thou sleep? we'll have thee to a couch 35 Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis. Say thou wilt walk; we will bestrew the ground: Or wilt thou ride? thy horses shall be trapp'd, Their harness studded all with gold and pearl. 40 Dost thou love hawking? thou hast hawks will soar Above the morning lark: or wilt thou hunt? Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them, And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth.

First Serv. Say thou wilt course; thy greyhounds are as swift 45 As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe.

Sec. Serv. Dost thou love pictures? we will fetch thee straight Adonis painted by a running brook And Cytherea all in sedges hid Which seem to move and wanton with her breath, 50 Even as the waving sedges play with wind.

Lord. We'll show thee Io as she was a maid And how she was beguiled and surprised, As lively painted as the deed was done.

Third Serv. Or Daphne roaming through a thorny wood, 55 Scratching her legs that one shall swear she bleeds, And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep, So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn.

Lord. Thou art a lord and nothing but a lord: Thou hast a lady far more beautiful 60 Than any woman in this waning age.

First Serv. And till the tears that she hath shed for thee Like envious floods o'er-run her lovely face, She was the fairest creature in the world; And yet she is inferior to none. 65

Sly. Am I a lord? and have I such a lady? Or do I dream? or have I dream'd till now? I do not sleep: I see, I hear, I speak; I smell sweet savours and I feel soft things: Upon my life, I am a lord indeed 70 And not a tinker nor Christophero Sly. Well, bring our lady hither to our sight; And once again, a pot o' the smallest ale.

Sec. Serv. Will't please your mightiness to wash your hands? O, how we joy to see your wit restored! 75 O, that once more you knew but what you are! These fifteen years you have been in a dream; Or when you waked, so waked as if you slept.

Sly. These fifteen years! by my fay, a goodly nap. But did I never speak of all that time? 80

First Serv. O, yes, my lord, but very idle words: For though you lay here in this goodly chamber, Yet would you say ye were beaten out of door; And rail upon the hostess of the house; And say you would present her at the leet, 85 Because she brought stone jugs and no seal'd quarts: Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket.

Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the house.

Third Serv. Why, sir, you know no house nor no such maid, Nor no such men as you have reckon'd up, 90 As Stephen Sly and old John Naps of Greece And Peter Turph and Henry Pimpernell And twenty more such names and men as these Which never were nor no man ever saw.

Sly. Now Lord be thanked for my good amends! 95

All. Amen.

Sly. I thank thee: thou shalt not lose by it.

Enter the Page as a lady, attended.

Page. How fares my noble lord?

Sly. Marry, I fare well; for here is cheer enough. Where is my wife? 100

Page. Here, noble lord: what is thy will with her?

Sly. Are you my wife and will not call me husband? My men should call me 'lord:' I am your good-man.

Page. My husband and my lord, my lord and husband; I am your wife in all obedience. 105

Sly. I know it well. What must I call her?

Lord. Madam.

Sly. Al'ce madam, or Joan madam?

Lord. 'Madam,' and nothing else: so lords call ladies.

Sly. Madam wife, they say that I have dream'd 110 And slept above some fifteen year or more.

Page. Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me, Being all this time abandon'd from your bed.

Sly. 'Tis much. Servants, leave me and her alone. Madam, undress you and come now to bed. 115

Page. Thrice-noble lord, let me entreat of you To pardon me yet for a night or two; Or, if not so, until the sun be set: For your physicians have expressly charged, In peril to incur your former malady, 120 That I should yet absent me from your bed: I hope this reason stands for my excuse.

Sly. Ay, it stands so that I may hardly tarry so long. But I would be loath to fall into my dreams again: I will therefore tarry in despite of the flesh and the blood. 125

Enter a Messenger.

Mess. Your honour's players, hearing your amendment, Are come to play a pleasant comedy; For so your doctors hold it very meet, Seeing too much sadness hath congeal'd your blood, And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy: 130 Therefore they thought it good you hear a play And frame your mind to mirth and merriment. Which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life.

Sly. Marry, I will, let them play it. Is not a comonty a Christmas gambold or a tumbling-trick? 135

Page. No, my good lord; it is more pleasing stuff.

Sly. What, household stuff?

Page. It is a kind of history.

Sly. Well, we'll see't. Come, madam wife, sit by my side and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger. 140

Flourish.

LINENOTES:

[SCENE II.] Capell. SCENE IV. Pope. A ... house.] Theobald.

Enter aloft SLY ...] Enter aloft the drunkard ... Ff Q. A stately Room in the Lord's House: In it a Stage and other Appurtenances, for the Play: and, in another Part, a Bed; SLY, in a rich Night-dress, sitting on it; surrounded by Servants, bearing Apparel, Bason, Ewer, &c. a Sideboard being by. Enter, at lower End, the Lord, himself habited like a Servant. Capell.

[1] Sly.] Beg. Ff Q, and elsewhere in the scene.

[5] Christophero] Christopher Warburton.

[10] sometime] sometimes F3 F4.

[12] idle] evil Collier MS.

[17] Christopher] F1 Q F2. Christophero F3 F4.

Sly's] Sies F1.

Burton-heath] Barton-heath Steevens conj.

[18] card-maker] cart-maker or cord-maker or crate-maker or cord-wainer Anon. conj.

[21] fourteen pence] xiiii. d. F1 Q F2. xiv. d. F3 F4.

score] sorce F2.

[22] sheer] F4. sheere F1 Q F2 F3. shear Jordan conj. Warwickshire Collier MS.]

[23] What!] What Ff Q. What?--Hanmer.

bestraught] distraught Steevens conj. (withdrawn).

here's--] Ff. here's Q.

[24] Third Serv.] 3. Man. F1 Q F2. 1. Man. F3 F4.

[25] is it] it is Rowe.

[26] shuns] shun Rowe.

[43] hounds] bounds Q.

[47] Sec. Serv.] 2. M. Ff Q.

[51] with] with th' Anon. conj.

[63] o'er-run] o'er-ran Theobald.

[71] Christophero] F2 F3 F4. Christopher F1 Q.

[74] [presenting the Ewer, &c. Capell.

[75] wit] wits F3 F4.

[78] so] you Rowe.

[84] rail] rail'd Rowe.

[86] no] not Collier MS.

[91] of Greece] o' th' Green Hanmer (L. II. apud Theobald conj.). of Greys or of Greete Halliwell conj.

[92] Henry] Harry Capell conj.

[96] See note (VI).

[97] SCENE V. Pope.

Enter ...] Capell. Enter Lady with Attendants. Ff Q (after line 96).

[98-100] Capell prints as two lines How ... well; For ... wife?

[99, 100] Marry ... wife?] Printed as prose by Pope.

[108] Al'ce] Capell. Alce Ff.

[110] See note (VII).

Madam] Humph madam Capell conj. Madam, my S. Walker conj.

[110, 111] Madam ... more] As prose in Pope.

[111] above] F1 Q F2. about F3 F4.

year or] year and F4. years and Rowe.

[114, 115] 'Tis much ... bed] As prose in Pope.

[120] In] On Capell. your] you Q.

[124] dreams] dream Rowe.

[126] SCENE VI. Pope.

Enter ...] Ff. Enter another servant. Capell.

[129] too much] so much Rowe.

[134] Marry ... Is not] Capell (play't). Marrie I will let them play, it is not F1 Q F2. Marry I will, let them play, it is not F3. Marry I will, let them play, is it not F4.

comonty] commodity? Pope, from (Q).

[134-140] Marry ... younger] Capell prints as six lines of verse.

[135] gambold] Ff Q. gambol Pope.

[140] and ... younger] We shall ne'er be younger, and let the world slide Collier (Collier MS.), reading 139, 140 as rhyme.

[Seating her for the Play. Capell. They sit down. Malone.

Flourish.] Ff Q. om. Capell.

Act I, Scene I — Padua. A public place

Enter LUCENTIO and his man TRANIO.

Luc. Tranio, since for the great desire I had To see fair Padua, nursery of arts, I am arrived for fruitful Lombardy, The pleasant garden of great Italy; And by my father's love and leave am arm'd 5 With his good will and thy good company, My trusty servant, well approved in all, Here let us breathe and haply institute A course of learning and ingenious studies. Pisa renowned for grave citizens 10 Gave me my being and my father first, A merchant of great traffic through the world, Vincentio, come of the Bentivolii. Vincentio's son brought up in Florence It shall become to serve all hopes conceived, 15 To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds: And therefore, Tranio, for the time I study, Virtue and that part of philosophy Will I apply that treats of happiness By virtue specially to be achieved. 20 Tell me thy mind; for I have Pisa left And am to Padua come, as he that leaves A shallow plash to plunge him in the deep And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst.

Tra. Mi perdonato, gentle master mine, 25 I am in all affected as yourself; Glad that you thus continue your resolve To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy. Only, good master, while we do admire This virtue and this moral discipline, 30 Let's be no stoics nor no stocks, I pray; Or so devote to Aristotle's checks As Ovid be an outcast quite abjured: Balk logic with acquaintance that you have And practise rhetoric in your common talk; 35 Music and poesy use to quicken you; The mathematics and the metaphysics, Fall to them as you find your stomach serves you; No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en: In brief, sir, study what you most affect. 40

Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou advise. If, Biondello, thou wert come ashore, We could at once put us in readiness, And take a lodging fit to entertain Such friends as time in Padua shall beget. 45 But stay a while: what company is this?

Tra. Master, some show to welcome us to town.

Enter BAPTISTA, KATHARINA, BIANCA, GREMIO, and HORTENSIO. LUCENTIO and TRANIO stand by.

Bap. Gentlemen, importune me no farther, For how I firmly am resolved you know; That is, not to bestow my youngest daughter 50 Before I have a husband for the elder: If either of you both love Katharina, Because I know you well and love you well, Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure.

Gre. [Aside] To cart her rather: she's too rough for me. 55 There, there, Hortensio, will you any wife?

Kath. I pray you, sir, is it your will To make a stale of me amongst these mates?

Hor. Mates, maid! how mean you that? no mates for you, Unless you were of gentler, milder mould. 60

Kath. I'faith, sir, you shall never need to fear: I wis it is not half way to her heart; But if it were, doubt not her care should be To comb your noddle with a three-legg'd stool And paint your face and use you like a fool. 65

Hor. From all such devils, good Lord deliver us!

Gre. And me too, good Lord!

Tra. Husht, master! here's some good pastime toward: That wench is stark mad or wonderful froward.

Luc. But in the other's silence do I see 70 Maid's mild behaviour and sobriety. Peace, Tranio!

Tra. Well said, master; mum! and gaze your fill.

Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soon make good What I have said, Bianca, get you in: 75 And let it not displease thee, good Bianca, For I will love thee ne'er the less, my girl.

Kath. A pretty peat! it is best Put finger in the eye, an she knew why.

Bian. Sister, content you in my discontent. 80 Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe: My books and instruments shall be my company, On them to look and practise by myself.

Luc. Hark, Tranio! thou may'st hear Minerva speak.

Hor. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange? 85 Sorry am I that our good will effects Bianca's grief.

Gre. Why will you mew her up, Signior Baptista, for this fiend of hell, And make her bear the penance of her tongue?

Bap. Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolved: 90 Go in, Bianca: [Exit Bianca.

And for I know she taketh most delight In music, instruments and poetry, Schoolmasters will I keep within my house, Fit to instruct her youth. If you, Hortensio, 95 Or Signior Gremio, you, know any such, Prefer them hither; for to cunning men I will be very kind, and liberal To mine own children in good bringing-up: And so farewell. Katharina, you may stay; 100 For I have more to commune with Bianca. [Exit.

Kath. Why, and I trust I may go too, may I not? What, shall I be appointed hours; as though, belike, I knew not what to take, and what to leave, ha? [Exit.

Gre. You may go to the devil's dam: your gifts are so 105 good, here's none will hold you. Their love is not so great, Hortensio, but we may blow our nails together, and fast it fairly out: our cake's dough on both sides. Farewell: yet, for the love I bear my sweet Bianca, if I can by any means light on a fit man to teach her that wherein she 110 delights, I will wish him to her father.

Hor. So will I, Signior Gremio: but a word, I pray. Though the nature of our quarrel yet never brooked parle, know now, upon advice, it toucheth us both, that we may yet again have access to our fair mistress, and be happy rivals 115 in Bianca's love, to labour and effect one thing specially.

Gre. What's that, I pray?

Hor. Marry, sir, to get a husband for her sister.

Gre. A husband! a devil.

Hor. I say, a husband. 120

Gre. I say, a devil. Thinkest thou, Hortensio, though her father be very rich, any man is so very a fool to be married to hell?

Hor. Tush, Gremio, though it pass your patience and mine to endure her loud alarums, why, man, there be good 125 fellows in the world, an a man could light on them, would take her with all faults, and money enough.

Gre. I cannot tell; but I had as lief take her dowry with this condition, to be whipped at the high-cross every morning.

Hor. Faith, as you say, there's small choice in rotten 130 apples. But come; since this bar in law makes us friends, it shall be so far forth friendly maintained till by helping Baptista's eldest daughter to a husband we set his youngest free for a husband, and then have to't afresh. Sweet Bianca! Happy man be his dole! He that runs fastest gets 135 the ring. How say you, Signior Gremio?

Gre. I am agreed; and would I had given him the best horse in Padua to begin his wooing that would thoroughly woo her, wed her and bed her and rid the house of her! Come on. [Exeunt Gremio and Hortensio. 140

Tra. I pray, sir, tell me, 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, 145 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, 150 If I achieve 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: 155 If love have touch'd you, nought remains but so, 'Redime te captum quam queas minimo.'

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

Tra. Master, you look'd so longly on the maid, 160 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. 165

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: 170 Sacred and sweet was all I saw in her.

Tra. Nay, then, 'tis time to stir him from his trance. I pray, awake, sir: if you love the maid, Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her. Thus it stands: Her eldest sister is so curst and shrewd 175 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 will not be annoy'd with suitors.

Luc. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel father's he! 180 But art thou not advised, he took some care To get her 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. 185

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; 190 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 195 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 meaner man of Pisa. 200 'Tis hatch'd and shall be so: Tranio, at once Uncase thee; take my colour'd hat and cloak: When Biondello comes, he waits on thee; But I will charm him first to keep his tongue.

Tra. So had you need. 205 In brief, sir, sith it your pleasure is, And I am tied to be obedient; For so your father charged me at our parting, 'Be serviceable to my son,' quoth he, Although I think 'twas in another sense; 210 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 achieve that maid Whose sudden sight hath thrall'd my wounded eye. 215 Here comes the rogue.

Enter BIONDELLO.

Sirrah, where have you been?

Bion. Where have I been! Nay, how now! where are you? Master, has my fellow Tranio stolen your clothes? Or you stolen his? or both? pray, what's the news?

Luc. Sirrah, come hither: 'tis no time to jest, 220 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 225 I kill'd a man and fear I was descried: Wait you on him, I charge you, as becomes, While I make way from hence to save my life: You understand me?

Bion. I, sir! ne'er a whit.

Luc. And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth: 230 Tranio is changed into Lucentio.

Bion. The better for him: would I were so too!

Tra. So could 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 235 You use your manners discreetly in all kind of companies: When I am alone, why, then I am Tranio; But in all places else your master Lucentio.

Luc. Tranio, let's go: one thing more rests, that thyself execute, to make one among these wooers: if thou ask 240 me why, sufficeth, my reasons are both good and weighty. [Exeunt.

The presenters above speak.

First Serv. 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?

Page. My lord, 'tis but begun. 245

Sly. 'Tis a very excellent piece of work, madam lady: would 'twere done! [They sit and mark.

LINENOTES:

[ACT I. SC. I.] Pope. See note (1). Padua] Pope.

A public place.] Capell. A street in Padua. Theobald.

... Tranio.] Triano. F1 Q F2.

[3] for] from Theobald. in Capell (Heath conj.).

[8] haply] F1 Q. happly F2 F3 F4. happily Pope. happ'ly Capell.

[9] ingenious] ingenuous Johnson conj.

[13] Vincentio, come] Hanmer. Vincentio's come Ff Q. Vincentio's son come Malone conj. Vincentio comes Collier MS.

[14] Vincentio's] Ff Q. Vincentio his Pope. Lucentio his Hanmer.

brought] brough F1.

[18] Virtue] To virtue Hanmer.

[25] Mi perdonato] Me pardonato Ff. Me pardinato Q. Mi perdonate Capell (Heath conj.).

[28] sweet] fair Anon. conj.

[32] checks] Ff Q. ethicks Rann (Blackstone conj.). See note (VIII).

[33] Ovid] F3 F4. Ovid; F1 Q F2.

[34] Balk] Talk Rowe. Chop Capell conj. Hack Anon. conj.

with] with' Hunter conj.

[38] you find] om. F4.

serves you] serves Anon. conj.

[41] Gramercies] Gramercy Hanmer.

[42] thou wert] now were Dyce (Collier MS.). then were Delius conj.

[47] ... Gremio ...] ... Gremio a Pantelowne ... F1.

... Hortensio ...] ... Hortentio sister to Bianca ... F1 Q.... H. a shuiter to B.... F2.... H. a suitor to B ... F3 F4.

[48] Gentlemen] Gentlemen both Theobald.

no] not Rowe (ed. 2).

[57] will] will and pleasure Hanmer. gracious will Collier (Collier MS.). See note (IX).

[58] these] F1 Q F2. those F3 F4.

[59] As two lines in Ff Q, ending that? ... you.

[60] mould] mood Collier MS.

[62] I wis] F4. I wis F1 Q F2 F3.

[63] should] F1 Q F2. shall F3 F4.

[66] us] me Hanmer.

[67] good] O good Hanmer.

[68] Husht] F1 Q F2. Hush'd F3 F4. Hush Rowe (ed. 2).

here's] F4. heres F1 Q F2 F3. here is Hanmer.

[72] Peace, Tranio!] Peace! Anon. conj.

[73] Well] Why, well Hanmer.

[74] Gentlemen] Come, gentlemen Hanmer. Well, gentlemen Capell.

[78, 79] A pretty...why] Printed as prose in Ff Q.

[86] our] your Hanmer (ed. 2), a misprint.

[90] Gentlemen, content ye] Content ye, gentlemen Hanmer.

[91] Exit Bianca.] Theobald om. Ff Q.

[98] liberal] liberal, Ff Q.

[102-104] Printed in Ff Q as four lines, ending not? ... though ... take, ... Ha; as prose by Pope; by Capell as three lines, ending not? ... belike, ... ha!

[102] and] om. Rowe.

[106] here's] here is F4.

Their] F1 F2. There Q. Our F3 F4. Your Malone conj. There; Collier. This Collier MS. Her Bubier conj.

[113] yet never] never yet Pope.

parle] F1 Q F2. parlee F3 F4. parly Capell.

[122] any] any a F2.

[125] loud] lowd F1 Q. lewd F2 F3 F4.

alarums] alarms Rowe.

[127] all] all her F4.

[130] small] a small Theobald.

[131] But come] F1 Q. come F2 F3 F4.

[138] his wooing] the wooing Rowe (ed. 2).

thoroughly] F1 Q. throughly F2 F3 F4.

[140] Exeunt...] Exeunt ambo. Manet Tranio and Lucentio. Ff Q.

[142] of] F1 Q F2. on F3 F4.

[156] have] F1 Q. om. F2 F3 F4. has Rowe (ed. 1). hath Rowe (ed. 2).

touch'd] toyl'd Warburton.

nought] F2 F3 F4. naught F1 Q.

[157] captum] F2 F3 F4. captam F1 Q.

[158] Gramercies] Gramercy Rowe.

[159] counsel's] F2 F3 F4. counsels F1 Q.

[163] Agenor had] Agenor's race Collier MS.

[165] strond] F1 Q F2 F3. strand F4.

[168] hardly] scarce Collier MS.

endure] dure S. Walker conj.

[173] pray] pray you Q.

[Shaking him. Capell.

[174] wits] wit Rowe (ed. 2).

[175] eldest] elder Q.

[176] rid] rids Rowe.

[179] she] he Singer conj.

will] shall Rowe.

[182] To get her] Together F2. To gather Long conj. MS.

schoolmasters] masters Collier (Collier MS.).

[189] part] port Anon. conj.

[200] meaner] mean Capell.

[201] 'Tis] It is Hanmer, ending lines 200-205 at man ... so ... take ... comes ... first ... need.

[202] take] and here take Hanmer. colour'd] F3 F4. Conlord F1 Q. Coulord F2. om. Hanmer.

[205] So] And so, sir Hanmer.

[They exchange habits. Theobald.

[206] In brief, sir] In brief, good sir Pope; omitted by Capell. In brief then, sir Malone. Be brief then, sir. Collier MS.

it your pleasure is] it is your pleasure thus Anon. conj.

[214] to] t' Ff Q.

[215] wounded] wond'ring Collier MS.

[216] ...Biondello.] ...Binodello. F2.

[218] my fellow] om. Hanmer, who reads 217-219 as three lines, ending you? ... cloaths, ... news?

has] F4. ha's F1 Q F2 F3.

[225] ashore] a shore F1.

[226] was] am F3 F4.

[229] I, sir! ne'er] Ay, sir, ne'er Rowe. Ay, sir.--Ne'er Dyce conj.

[233-238] Printed as prose in Ff Q, as verse first by Capell.

[233] could] would F3 F4.

faith] 'faith Ff Q. i' faith Johnson.

[235, 236] advise You use ... companies] advise you, Use ... company Capell.

[238] your] you F1 Q.

[239-241] Printed as four lines in Ff, ending go.... execute.... why.... weighty; first as prose by Pope.

[240] among] 'mong F2.

[241] The presenters above speak.] ... speakes. Ff Q.

[242-247] Transferred by Pope to the end of the Act.

[247] 'twere] it were Capell.

[They ... mark.] Ff Q. om. Pope.

Act I, Scene II — PADUA. Before HORTENSIO'S house

Enter PETRUCHIO and his man 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. 5

Gru. Knock, sir! whom should I knock? is there any man has rebused 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? 10

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? 15 Faith, sirrah, an you'll not knock, I'll ring it; I'll try how you can sol, fa, and sing it. [He wrings him by the ears.

Gru. Help, masters, help! my master is mad.

Pet. Now, knock when I bid you, sirrah villain!

Enter HORTENSIO.

Hor. How now! what's the matter? My old friend Grumio! 20 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,' may I say.

Hor. 'Alla nostra casa ben venuto, molto honorato 25 signor mio Petrucio.' 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: 30 well, was it fit for a servant to use his master so, being perhaps, for aught I see, two-and-thirty, a pip out? Whom would to God I had well knock'd at first, Then had not Grumio come by the worst.

Pet. A senseless villain! Good Hortensio, 35 I bade 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 40 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's a heavy chance 'twixt him and you, Your ancient, trusty, pleasant servant Grumio. 45 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, 50 Signior Hortensio, thus it stands with me: Antonio, my father, is deceased; And I have thrust myself into this maze, Haply to wive and thrive as best I may: Crowns in my purse I have and goods at home 55 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'ldst thank me but a little for my counsel: And yet I'll promise thee she shall be rich 60 And very rich: but thou'rt too much my friend, And I'll not wish thee to her.

Pet. Signior Hortensio, 'twixt such friends as we Few words suffice; and therefore, if thou know One rich enough to be Petruchio's wife, 65 As wealth is burden of my wooing dance, Be she as foul as was Florentius' love, As old as Sibyl, and as curst and shrewd As Socrates' Xanthippe, or a worse, She moves me not, or not removes, at least, 70 Affection's edge in me, were she as rough As are the swelling Adriatic 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 75 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 stepp'd thus far in, 80 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, and that is faults enough, 85 Is that she is intolerable curst And shrewd 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: 90 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 Baptista Minola, An affable and courteous gentleman: 95 Her name is Katharina 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; 100 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 105 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 once, he'll rail in his rope-tricks. 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 110 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; 115 And her withholds from me and other more, Suitors to her and rivals in my love; Supposing it a thing impossible, For those defects I have before rehearsed, That ever Katharina will be woo'd; 120 Therefore this order hath Baptista ta'en, That none shall have access unto Bianca Till Katharine the curst have got a husband.

Gru. Katharine the curst! A title for a maid of all titles the worst. 125

Hor. Now shall my friend Petruchio do me grace; And offer me disguised in sober robes To old Baptista as a schoolmaster Well seen in music, to instruct Bianca; That so I may, by this device, at least 130 Have leave and leisure to make love to her And unsuspected court her by herself.

Gru. Here's no knavery! See, to beguile the old folks, how the young folks lay their heads together!

Enter GREMIO, and LUCENTIO disguised.

Master, master, look about you: who goes there, ha? 135

Hor. Peace, Grumio! it is the rival of my love. Petruchio, stand by a while.

Gru. A proper stripling and an amorous!

Gre. O, very well; I have perused the note. Hark you, sir; I'll have them very fairly bound: 140 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. Take your paper too, 145 And let me have them very well perfumed: For she is sweeter than perfume itself To whom they go to. What will you read to her?

Luc. Whate'er I read to her, I'll plead for you As for my patron, stand you so assured, 150 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! 155

Pet. Peace, sirrah!

Hor. Grumio, mum! God save you, Signior Gremio.

Gre. And you are well met, Signior Hortensio. Trow you whither I am going? To Baptista Minola. I promised to inquire carefully 160 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. 165

Hor. 'Tis well; and I have met a gentleman Hath promised me to help me to another, A fine musician to instruct our mistress; So shall I no whit be behind in duty To fair Bianca, so beloved of me. 170

Gre. Beloved of me; and that my deeds shall prove.

Gru. And that his bags shall prove.

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. 175 Here is a gentleman whom by chance I met, Upon agreement from us to his liking, Will undertake to woo curst Katharine, Yea, and to marry her, if her dowry please.

Gre. So said, so done, is well. 180 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? What countryman?

Pet. Born in Verona, old Antonio's son: 185 My father dead, my fortune lives for me; And I do hope good days and long to see.

Gre. O sir, such a life, with such a wife, were strange! But if you have a stomach, to't i' God's name: You shall have me assisting you in all. 190 But will you woo this wild-cat?

Pet. Will I live?

Gru. Will he woo her? ay, or I'll hang her.

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? 195 Have I not heard the sea puff'd up with winds Rage like an angry boar chafed with sweat? Have I not heard great ordnance in the field, And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies? Have I not in a pitched battle heard 200 Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang? And do you tell me of a woman's tongue, That gives not half so great a blow to hear As will a chestnut in a farmer's fire? Tush, tush! fear boys with bugs.

Gru. For he fears none. 205

Gre. Hortensio, hark: This gentleman is happily arrived, My mind presumes, for his own good and ours.

Hor. I promised we would be contributors And bear his charge of wooing, whatsoe'er. 210

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

Gru. I would I were as sure of a good dinner.

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? 215

Bion. He that has the two fair daughters: is't he you mean?

Tra. Even he, Biondello.

Gre. Hark you, sir; you mean not her to--

Tra. Perhaps, him and her, sir: what have you to do? 220

Pet. Not her that chides, sir, at any hand, I pray.

Tra. I love no chiders, sir. Biondello, let's away.

Luc. Well begun, Tranio.

Hor. Sir, a word ere you go; Are you a suitor to the maid you talk of, yea or no? 225

Tra. And if I be, sir, is it any offence?

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

Tra. Why, sir, I pray, are not the streets as free For me as for you?

Gre. But so is not she.

Tra. For what reason, I beseech you? 230

Gre. For this reason, if you'll know, That she's the choice love of Signior Gremio.

Hor. That she's the chosen of Signior Hortensio.

Tra. Softly, my masters! if you be gentlemen, Do me this right; hear me with patience. 235 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; 240 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, this gentleman will out-talk us all!

Luc. Sir, give him head: I know he'll prove a jade. 245

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

Hor. Sir, let me be so bold as ask you, 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 250 As is the other 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 in sooth: 255 The youngest daughter whom you hearken for Her father keeps from all access of suitors; And will not promise her to any man Until the elder sister first be wed: The younger then is free and not before. 260

Tra. If it be so, sir, that you are the man Must stead us all and me amongst the rest; And if you break the ice and do this feat, Achieve the elder, set the younger free For our access, whose hap shall be to have her 265 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. 270

Tra. Sir, I shall not be slack: in sign whereof, Please ye we may contrive this afternoon, And quaff carouses to our mistress' health, And do as adversaries do in law, Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends. 275

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

Hor. The motion's good indeed and be it so, Petruchio, I shall be your ben venuto. [Exeunt.

LINENOTES:

[SCENE II.] Capell. ACT II. SCENE

[1] Rowe. SCENE V. Pope.

Before ... house.] Pope.

[2] but of all] best of all Anon. conj.

[4] his] the F3 F4.

[6-24] Knock, sir!... may I say] Placed in the margin as spurious by Pope.

[6] knock?] knock, sir? Capell.

[7] has] F4. ha's F1 Q F2 F3. That has Capell.

rebused] rebsu'd Q. abused Tyrwhitt conj.

[16] ring] wring Malone.

[17] ... wrings ...] ... rings ... Ff Q.

[18] masters] Theobald. mistris Ff Q.

[19] sirrah villain!] sirrah! villain! Theobald.

[24] Con tutto ... trovato] Theobald. Contutti le core bene trobatto Ff Q (trovatto F2 F3 F4).

[25] ben] F2 F3 F4. bene F1 Q.

molto] Theobald. multo Ff Q.

honorato] honorata F1 Q.

[26] signor] Theobald. signior Ff Q.

[27-45] Rise, Grumio ... Grumio] Put in the margin as spurious by Pope.

[27] Grumio, rise] F1 Q F2. Grumio F3 F4.

[28] sir] om. Rowe.

he 'leges] Capell. he leges Ff Q. be leges Rann (Tyrwhitt conj.). he alledges Long conj. MS.

[32] pip] Rowe (ed. 2). peepe F1 Q F2. peep F3 F4.

out] mo Collier MS.

[33, 34] Whom ... worst] Printed as prose in Ff Q, as verse first by Rowe (ed. 2).

[38-41] Knock ... gate?] Capell prints as four lines, ending heavens! ... here, ... soundly? ... gate?

[44] this's] this Ff Q. this is Rowe. this so Mason conj. this' Dyce (S. Walker conj.). this? Collier.

[48] young men] F3 F4. yong men Q. yongmen F1 F2.

[50] grows. But in a few,] grows; but in a few, Hanmer. grows but in a few. Ff Q. grows, but in a few. Theobald. grows but in a mew. Warburton.

[53] have] must Rowe (ed. 2).

[54] Haply] Malone. Happily Ff Q. Happly Rowe (ed. 2). Happ'ly Hanmer.

[59] Thou'ldst] Thou'lt Hanmer.

[61] thou'rt] Rowe. th' art Ff Q.

[63] Signior] om. Q.

we] us Rowe (ed. 2).

[64] thou] you Rowe (ed. 2).

[66] burden] guerdon Becket conj.

dance] song Johnson conj.

[67] Florentius'] Florentio's Hanmer conj.

[68] Sibyl] Sibell F1 Q F2 F3 Sibel F4.

[69] Xanthippe] Zentippe F1 Q. Zantippe F2 F3 F4. Xantippe Theobald.

a worse] even worse Collier MS.

[71] Affection's ... me] F1 Q. Affection's edge in time F2 F3 F4. Affection sieg'd in coin Warburton.

as] is as F1.

[78] as two and fifty] too as fifty Rann.

[79] horses] houses Becket conj.

[85] and that] as that Capell.

faults] F1 Q. fault F2 F3 F4.

[86] intolerable] intolerably Hanmer.

[87] shrewd] shrow'd F1 Q. shrew'd F2 F3 F4.

froward] forward Warburton.

[94] is] om. Q.

[105] O'] Rowe (ed. 2). A Ff Q.

[108] begin] begins Q.

his] her Anon. conj.

rope-tricks] trope-tricks Theobald conj. rhetorick Hanmer. rhetoricks Capell. roop tricks Anon conj.

[113] keep] Ff Q. house Rowe.

[116] And her] Her he Rann.

withholds from me and other more] Capell (Thirlby conj.). withholds from me. Other more F1 Q. with-holds he from me. Other more F2 F3 F4 (hee F2) with-holds he from me, and others more Theobald. with-holds he from me, and other more Hanmer.

[119] For] From Hanmer.

[132] herself] myself Capell.

[133] SCENE VI. Pope.

Gru.] Gru. [aside.] Dyce.

[134] their heads] theirs head F2.

... disguised.] Ff Q (after line 131). ... disguised, with books under his arm. Capell.

[135] Master, master] Master Rowe.

ha?] om. Q.

[136] it is] 'tis Pope.

[137] Petruchio, stand...] Petruchio, stand we by a little while Capell. Petruchio. Stand ... Edd. conj.

a while] a whilt F2.

[140] Hark you] Hark S. Walker conj.

very] om. Anon. conj.

[145] Take your paper too,] Take your papers too Pope. Take your papers Hanmer. Here, take your papers too Capell. See note (X).

[148] go to] go Rowe.

[157] Hor. Grumio, mum!] Hor. Grumio mum: F1 Q. Hor. Gru. mum: F2 F3 F4.

[158-167] Printed as prose by Pope.

[158] And you are] And you're Steevens.

[158, 159] And you.... Trow you whither] You ... trow you Whither Capell.

[158-161] Malone prints as five lines, ending Hortensio ... whither ... Minola ... about ... Bianca.

[160] promised] promis'd him Capell.

[161] schoolmaster] master Collier (Collier MS.).

the fair] fair Steevens.

[165] ye] you Steevens.

[167] help me] Rowe. help one Ff Q.

[171] deeds] deed Warburton.

[184] What] pray, what Hanmer.

[185] Antonio's] Rowe. Butonios F1 Q F2. Butonio's F3 F4.

[186] father] father's Rowe.

[188] O sir, such] Oh, such Hanmer. Sir, such Capell.

[189] stomach, to't ... name:] stomach to't, ... name, Bubier conj.

a stomach] stomacke Q.

to't i'] Edd. too't a F1 Q F2 F3. to't a F4. to't o' Theobald.

[192] er] om. Rann.

[194] mine] my Rowe (ed. 2).

[197] sweat] pursuit Theobald conj.

[201] trumpets' clang] trumpets clangue Ff Q. trumpets' clangue Capell.

[203] hear] th' ear Hanmer (Warburton).

[208] ours] Theobald (Thirlby conj.). yours Ff Q.

[213] SCENE VII. Pope.

... brave,] ... bravely apparelled, Pope.

you. If ... bold,] you, if ... bold. Edd. conj.

[213-215] Printed as prose by Pope.

[216] Bion.] Gre. Capell (Tyrwhitt and Heath conj.).

is't he] is't [aside to Tranio] he Malone.

[218] Even he, Biondello.] Even he Biondello. Ff Q. Even he, sir. Capell. Even he. Biondello! Steevens (Tyrwhitt and Heath conj). Even he. Rann.

[219] her to--] Ff Q. her too. Tyrwhitt conj. her to woo. Halliwell (Malone conj.).

[221] Not] Nor Rowe (ed. 2).

[226] And if] Ff. And Q. An if Hanmer.

[228] I pray] Ff. I pray you Q.

[232] That she's] She's Hanmer.

[233] That she's] Ff. That she is Q. She is Hanmer.

Signior] om. Hanmer.

[235] with patience] Ff. patience Q.

[239] suitors] sutore F2.

[244] What,] What, what, Capell.

[245] Sir, give] Ff. Give Q.

[247] as ask you] F1 Q. as to ask you F2 F3 F4. as ask you this Capell.

[251] As is the other] As the other is Pope.

[259] the elder] the eldest Rowe (ed. 2). her elder Capell. See note (XI).

[262] stead] Capell. steed Ff Q.

[263] And if] An if Capell.

feat] Rowe. seeke F1 Q F2. seek F3 F4.

[270] beholding] beholden Rowe.

[272] contrive] convive Theobald.

[273] mistress'] mistress' (for mistresses') S. Walker conj.

[276] Gru.] Gre. Ritson conj.

Bion.] om. Capell.

[278] I shall] I'll Capell.

ben venuto] F2 F3 F4. been venuto F1 Q. See note (XII).

Act II, Scene I — Padua. A room in BAPTISTA'S house

Enter KATHARINA and BIANCA.

Bian. Good sister, wrong me not, nor wrong yourself, To make a bondmaid and a slave of me; That I disdain: but for these other gawds, Unbind my hands, I 'll pull them off myself, Yea, all my raiment, to my petticoat; 5 Or what you will command me will I do, So well I know my duty to my elders.

Kath. Of all thy suitors, here I charge thee, tell Whom thou lovest best: see thou dissemble not.

Bian. Believe me, sister, of all the men alive 10 I never yet beheld that special face Which I could fancy more than any other.

Kath. Minion, thou liest. Is't not Hortensio?

Bian. If you affect him, sister, here I swear I'll plead for you myself, but you shall have him. 15

Kath. O then, belike, you fancy riches more: You will have Gremio to keep you fair.

Bian. Is it for him you do envy me so? Nay then you jest, and now I well perceive You have but jested with me all this while: 20 I prithee, sister Kate, untie my hands.

Kath. If that be jest, then all the rest was so. [Strikes her.

Enter BAPTISTA.

Bap. Why, how now, dame! whence grows this insolence? Bianca, stand aside. Poor girl! she weeps. Go ply thy needle; meddle not with her. 25 For shame, thou hilding of a devilish spirit, Why dost thou wrong her that did ne'er wrong thee? When did she cross thee with a bitter word?

Kath. Her silence flouts me, and I'll be revenged. [Flies after Bianca.

Bap. What, in my sight? Bianca, get thee in. 30 [Exit Bianca.

Kath. What, will you not suffer me? Nay, now I see She is your treasure, she must have a husband; I must dance bare-foot on her wedding day And for your love to her lead apes in hell. Talk not to me: I will go sit and weep 35 Till I can find occasion of revenge. [Exit.

Bap. Was ever gentleman thus grieved as I? But who comes here?

Enter GREMIO, LUCENTIO in the habit of a mean man; PETRUCHIO, with HORTENSIO as a musician; and TRANIO, with BIONDELLO bearing a lute and books.

Gre. Good morrow, neighbour Baptista.

Bap. Good morrow, neighbour Gremio. God save you, 40 gentlemen!

Pet. And you, good sir! Pray, have you not a daughter Call'd Katharina, fair and virtuous?

Bap. I have a daughter, sir, called Katharina.

Gre. You are too blunt: go to it orderly. 45

Pet. You wrong me, Signior Gremio: give me leave. I am a gentleman of Verona, sir, That, hearing of her beauty and her wit, Her affability and bashful modesty, Her wondrous qualities and mild behaviour, 50 Am bold to show myself a forward guest Within your house, to make mine eye the witness Of that report which I so oft have heard. And, for an entrance to my entertainment, I do present you with a man of mine, 55 [Presenting Hortensio. Cunning in music and the mathematics, To instruct her fully in those sciences, Whereof I know she is not ignorant: Accept of him, or else you do me wrong: His name is Licio, born in Mantua. 60

Bap. You're welcome, sir; and he, for your good sake. But for my daughter Katharine, this I know, She is not for your turn, the more my grief.

Pet. I see you do not mean to part with her, Or else you like not of my company. 65

Bap. Mistake me not; I speak but as I find. Whence are you, sir? what may I call your name?

Pet. Petruchio is my name; Antonio's son, A man well known throughout all Italy.

Bap. I know him well: you are welcome for his sake. 70

Gre. Saving your tale, Petruchio, I pray, Let us, that are poor petitioners, speak too: Baccare! you are marvellous forward.

Pet. O, pardon me, Signior Gremio; I would fain be doing.

Gre. I doubt it not, sir; but you will curse your wooing. 75 Neighbour, this is a gift very grateful, I am sure of it. To express the like kindness, myself, that have been more kindly beholding to you than any, freely give unto you this young scholar [presenting Lucentio], that hath been long studying at Rheims; as cunning in Greek, Latin, and 80 other languages, as the other in music and mathematics: his name is Cambio; pray, accept his service.

Bap. A thousand thanks, Signior Gremio. Welcome, good Cambio. But, gentle sir [to Tranio], methinks you walk like a stranger: may I be so bold to know the cause 85 of your coming?

Tra. Pardon me, sir, the boldness is mine own; That, being a stranger in this city here, Do make myself a suitor to your daughter, Unto Bianca, fair and virtuous. 90 Nor is your firm resolve unknown to me, In the preferment of the eldest sister. This liberty is all that I request, That, upon knowledge of my parentage, I may have welcome 'mongst the rest that woo 95 And free access and favour as the rest: And, toward the education of your daughters, I here bestow a simple instrument, And this small packet of Greek and Latin books: If you accept them, then their worth is great. 100

Bap. Lucentio is your name; of whence, I pray?

Tra. Of Pisa, sir; son to Vincentio.

Bap. A mighty man of Pisa; by report I know him well: you are very welcome, sir. Take you the lute, and you the set of books; 105 You shall go see your pupils presently. Holla, within!

Enter a Servant.

Sirrah, lead these gentlemen To my daughters; and tell them both, These are their tutors: bid them use them well. [Exit Servant, with Luc. and Hor., Bio. following. We will go walk a little in the orchard, 110 And then to dinner. You are passing welcome, And so I pray you all to think yourselves.

Pet. Signior Baptista, my business asketh haste, And every day I cannot come to woo. You knew my father well, and in him me, 115 Left solely heir to all his lands and goods, Which I have better'd rather than decreased: Then tell me, if I get your daughter's love, What dowry shall I have with her to wife?

Bap. After my death the one half of my lands, 120 And in possession twenty thousand crowns.

Pet. And, for that dowry, I 'll assure her of Her widowhood, be it that she survive me, In all my lands and leases whatsoever: Let specialties be therefore drawn between us, 125 That covenants may be kept on either hand.

Bap. Ay, when the special thing is well obtain'd, That is, her love; for that is all in all.

Pet. Why, that is nothing; for I tell you, father, I am as peremptory as she proud-minded; 130 And where two raging fires meet together They do consume the thing that feeds their fury: Though little fire grows great with little wind, Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all: So I to her and so she yields to me; 135 For I am rough and woo not like a babe.

Bap. Well mayst thou woo, and happy be thy speed! But be thou arm'd for some unhappy words.

Pet. Ay, to the proof; as mountains are for winds, That shake not, though they blow perpetually. 140

Re-enter HORTENSIO, with his head broke.

Bap. How now, my friend! why dost thou look so pale?

Hor. For fear, I promise you, if I look pale.

Bap. What, will my daughter prove a good musician?

Hor. I think she'll sooner prove a soldier: Iron may hold with her, but never lutes. 145

Bap. Why, then thou canst not break her to the lute?

Hor. Why, no; for she hath broke the lute to me. I did but tell her she mistook her frets, And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering; When, with a most impatient devilish spirit, 150 'Frets, call you these?' quoth she; 'I'll fume with them:' And, with that word, she struck me on the head, And through the instrument my pate made way; And there I stood amazed for a while, As on a pillory, looking through the lute; 155 While she did call me rascal fiddler And twangling Jack; with twenty such vile terms, As had she studied to misuse me so.

Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench; I love her ten times more than e'er I did: 160 O, how I long to have some chat with her!

Bap. Well, go with me and be not so discomfited: Proceed in practice with my younger daughter; She's apt to learn and thankful for good turns. Signior Petruchio, will you go with us, 165 Or shall I send my daughter Kate to you?

Pet. I pray you do; I will attend her here, [Exeunt Baptista, Gremio, Tranio, and Hortensio. And woo her with some spirit when she comes. Say that she rail; why then I'll tell her plain She sings as sweetly as a nightingale: 170 Say that she frown; I'll say she looks as clear As morning roses newly wash'd with dew: Say she be mute and will not speak a word; Then I'll commend her volubility, And say she uttereth piercing eloquence: 175 If she do bid me pack, I'll give her thanks, As though she bid me stay by her a week: If she deny to wed, I'll crave the day When I shall ask the banns, and when be married. But here she comes; and now, Petruchio, speak. 180

Enter KATHARINA.

Good morrow, Kate; for that's your name, I hear.

Kath. Well have you heard, but something hard of hearing: They call me Katharine that do talk of me.

Pet. You lie, in faith; for you are call'd plain Kate, And bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst; 185 But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom, Kate of Kate-Hall, my super-dainty Kate, For dainties are all Kates, and therefore, Kate, Take this of me, Kate of my consolation; Hearing thy mildness praised in every town, 190 Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded, Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs, Myself am moved to woo thee for my wife.

Kath. Moved! in good time: let him that moved you hither Remove you hence: I knew you at the first 195 You were a moveable.

Pet. Why, what's a moveable?

Kath. A join'd-stool.

Pet. Thou hast hit it: come, sit on me.

Kath. Asses are made to bear, and so are you.

Pet. Women are made to bear, and so are you.

Kath. No such jade as you, if me you mean. 200

Pet. Alas, good Kate, I will not burden thee! For, knowing thee to be but young and light,--

Kath. Too light for such a swain as you to catch; And yet as heavy as my weight should be.

Pet. Should be! should--buzz!

Kath. Well ta'en, and like a buzzard. 205

Pet. O slow-wing'd turtle! shall a buzzard take thee?

Kath. Ay, for a turtle, as he takes a buzzard.

Pet. Come, come, you wasp; i' faith, you are too angry.

Kath. If I be waspish, best beware my sting.

Pet. My remedy is then, to pluck it out. 210

Kath. Ay, if the fool could find it where it lies.

Pet. Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting? In his tail.

Kath. In his tongue.

Pet. Whose tongue?

Kath. Yours, if you talk of tails: and so farewell.

Pet. What, with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again, 215 Good Kate; I am a gentleman.

Kath. That I'll try. [She strikes him.

Pet. I swear I'll cuff you, if you strike again.

Kath. So may you lose your arms: If you strike me, you are no gentleman; And if no gentleman, why then no arms. 220

Pet. A herald, Kate? O, put me in thy books!

Kath. What is your crest? a coxcomb?

Pet. A combless cock, so Kate will be my hen.

Kath. No cock of mine; you crow too like a craven.

Pet. Nay, come, Kate, come; you must not look so sour. 225

Kath. It is my fashion, when I see a crab.

Pet. Why, here's no crab; and therefore look not sour.

Kath. There is, there is.

Pet. Then show it me.

Kath. Had I a glass, I would.

Pet. What, you mean my face?

Kath. Well aim'd of such a young one. 230

Pet. Now, by Saint George, I am too young for you.

Kath. Yet you are wither'd.

Pet. 'Tis with cares.

Kath. I care not.

Pet. Nay, hear you, Kate: in sooth you scape not so.

Kath. I chafe you, if I tarry: let me go.

Pet. No, not a whit: I find you passing gentle. 235 'Twas told me you were rough and coy and sullen, And now I find report a very liar; For thou art pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous, But slow in speech, yet sweet as spring-time flowers: Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look askance, 240 Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will, Nor hast thou pleasure to be cross in talk, But thou with mildness entertain'st thy wooers, With gentle conference, soft and affable. Why does the world report that Kate doth limp? 245 O slanderous world! Kate like the hazel-twig Is straight and slender and as brown in hue As hazel-nuts and sweeter than the kernels. O, let me see thee walk: thou dost not halt.

Kath. Go, fool, and whom thou keep'st command. 250

Pet. Did ever Dian so become a grove As Kate this chamber with her princely gait? O, be thou Dian, and let her be Kate; And then let Kate be chaste and Dian sportful!

Kath. Where did you study all this goodly speech? 255

Pet. It is extempore, from my mother-wit.

Kath. A witty mother! witless else her son.

Pet. Am I not wise?

Kath. Yes; keep you warm.

Pet. Marry, so I mean, sweet Katharine, in thy bed: And therefore, setting all this chat aside, 260 Thus in plain terms: your father hath consented That you shall be my wife; your dowry 'greed on; And, will you, nill you, I will marry you. Now, Kate, I am a husband for your turn; For, by this light, whereby I see thy beauty, 265 Thy beauty, that doth make me like thee well, Thou must be married to no man but me; For I am he am born to tame you Kate, And bring you from a wild Kate to a Kate Conformable as other household Kates. 270 Here comes your father: never make denial; I must and will have Katharine to my wife.

Re-enter BAPTISTA, GREMIO, and TRANIO.

Bap. Now, Signior Petruchio, how speed you with my daughter?

Pet. How but well, sir? how but well? It were impossible I should speed amiss. 275

Bap. Why, how now, daughter Katharine! in your dumps?

Kath. Call you me daughter? now, I promise you You have show'd a tender fatherly regard, To wish me wed to one half lunatic; A mad-cap ruffian and a swearing Jack, 280 That thinks with oaths to face the matter out.

Pet. Father, 'tis thus: yourself and all the world, That talk'd of her, have talk'd amiss of her: If she be curst, it is for policy, For she's not froward, but modest as the dove; 285 She is not hot, but temperate as the morn; For patience she will prove a second Grissel, And Roman Lucrece for her chastity: And to conclude, we have 'greed so well together, That upon Sunday is the wedding-day. 290

Kath. I'll see thee hang'd on Sunday first.

Gre. Hark, Petruchio; she says she'll see thee hang'd first.

Tra. Is this your speeding? nay, then, good night our part!

Pet. Be patient, gentlemen; I choose her for myself: If she and I be pleased, what's that to you? 295 'Tis bargain'd 'twixt us twain, being alone, That she shall still be curst in company. I tell you, 'tis incredible to believe How much she loves me: O, the kindest Kate! She hung about my neck; and kiss on kiss 300 She vied so fast, protesting oath on oath, That in a twink she won me to her love. O, you are novices! 'tis a world to see, How tame, when men and women are alone, A meacock wretch can make the curstest shrew. 305 Give me thy hand, Kate: I will unto Venice, To buy apparel 'gainst the wedding-day. Provide the feast, father, and bid the guests; I will be sure my Katharine shall be fine.

Bap. I know not what to say: but give me your hands; 310 God send you joy, Petruchio! 'tis a match.

Gre. Tra. Amen, say we: we will be witnesses.

Pet. Father, and wife, and gentlemen, adieu; I will to Venice; Sunday comes apace: We will have rings, and things, and fine array; 315 And, kiss me, Kate, we will be married o' Sunday. [Exeunt Petruchio and Katharina severally.

Gre. Was ever match clapp'd up so suddenly?

Bap. Faith, gentlemen, now I play a merchant's part, And venture madly on a desperate mart.

Tra. 'Twas a commodity lay fretting by you: 320 'Twill bring you gain, or perish on the seas.

Bap. The gain I seek is, quiet in the match.

Gre. No doubt but he hath got a quiet catch. But now, Baptista, to your younger daughter: Now is the day we long have looked for: 325 I am your neighbour, and was suitor first.

Tra. And I am one that love Bianca more Than words can witness, or your thoughts can guess.

Gre. Youngling, thou canst not love so dear as I.

Tra. Greybeard, thy love doth freeze.

Gre. But thine doth fry. 330 Skipper, stand back: 'tis age that nourisheth.

Tra. But youth in ladies' eyes that flourisheth.

Bap. Content you, gentlemen: I will compound this strife: 'Tis deeds must win the prize; and he, of both, That can assure my daughter greatest dower 335 Shall have my Bianca's love. Say, Signior Gremio, what can you assure her?

Gre. First, as you know, my house within the city Is richly furnished with plate and gold; Basins and ewers to lave her dainty hands; 340 My hangings all of Tyrian tapestry; In ivory coffers I have stuff'd my crowns; In cypress chests my arras counterpoints, Costly apparel, tents, and canopies, Fine linen, Turkey cushions boss'd with pearl, 345 Valance of Venice gold in needlework, Pewter and brass and all things that belong To house or housekeeping: then, at my farm I have a hundred milch-kine to the pail, Sixscore fat oxen standing in my stalls, 350 And all things answerable to this portion. Myself am struck in years, I must confess; And if I die to-morrow, this is hers, If whilst I live she will be only mine.

Tra. That 'only' came well in. Sir, list to me: 355 I am my father's heir and only son: If I may have your daughter to my wife, I'll leave her houses three or four as good, Within rich Pisa walls, as any one Old Signior Gremio has in Padua; 360 Besides two thousand ducats by the year Of fruitful land, all which shall be her jointure. What, have I pinch'd you, Signior Gremio?

Gre. Two thousand ducats by the year of land! My land amounts not to so much in all: 365 That she shall have; besides an argosy That now is lying in Marseilles' road. What, have I choked you with an argosy?

Tra. Gremio, 'tis known my father hath no less Than three great argosies; besides two galliasses, 370 And twelve tight galleys: these I will assure her, And twice as much, whate'er thou offer'st next.

Gre. Nay, I have offer'd all, I have no more; And she can have no more than all I have: If you like me, she shall have me and mine. 375

Tra. Why, then the maid is mine from all the world, By your firm promise: Gremio is out-vied.

Bap. I must confess your offer is the best; And, let your father make her the assurance, She is your own; else, you must pardon me, 380 If you should die before him, where's her dower?

Tra. That's but a cavil: he is old, I young.

Gre. And may not young men die, as well as old?

Bap. Well, gentlemen, I am thus resolved: on Sunday next you know 385 My daughter Katharine is to be married: Now, on the Sunday following, shall Bianca Be bride to you, if you make this assurance; If not, to Signior Gremio: And so, I take my leave, and thank you both. 390

Gre. Adieu, good neighbour. [Exit Baptista. Now I fear thee not: Sirrah young gamester, your father were a fool To give thee all, and in his waning age Set foot under thy table: tut, a toy! An old Italian fox is not so kind, my boy. [Exit. 395

Tra. A vengeance on your crafty wither'd hide! Yet I have faced it with a card of ten. 'Tis in my head to do my master good: I see no reason but supposed Lucentio Must get a father, call'd--supposed Vincentio; 400 And that's a wonder: fathers commonly Do get their children; but in this case of wooing, A child shall get a sire, if I fail not of my cunning. [Exit.

LINENOTES:

[3] gawds] Theobald, goods Ff Q. gards Collier (Collier MS.).

[4] pull] put Boswell.

[8] charge thee] F2 F3 F4. charge F1 Q.

[10] the] om. S. Walker conj.

[13] Is't] F1 F2 F3. It's Q. is it F4.

[14] you] Ff. thou Q.

[17] you fair] you fine Johnson conj. your fair Halliwell conj.

[18] envy me so] so envy me Pope.

[21] untie] Ff. unite Q.

[25] thy] Ff. the Q.

[29] [Flies after B.] Ff Q. Flies at B. Hanmer.

[30] [Exit B.] Exit. Ff Q.

[31] What] om. Pope.

[37] ever] never F2.

[39] SCENE II. Pope.

Petruchio ... books] Rowe. Petruchio with Tranio, with his boy bearing a Lute and Bookes. Ff Q.

[40] God save] Save Capell conj.

[42, 43] And you ... virtuous] Printed as prose in Ff Q as verse first by Capell.

[43] fair] om. Q.

[45] too] to Q.

[50] wondrous] woman's Collier MS.

[60] Licio] F2 F3 F4. Litio F1 Q.

[61] You're] Warburton. Y'are Ff Q. You 'are Theobald.

[62] Katharine] Katerine F1 Q F2. Katerina F3. Katherina F4.

[63] the more] F1 Q F2. the more's F3 F4.

[66] as] F1 Q. what F2 F3 F4.

[71-73] Saving ... forward] Steevens. Printed as prose in Ff Q; first as three lines of verse by Capell, ending let ... too ... forward, sir.

[71] I pray] pray S. Walker conj.

[73] Baccare] F2 F3 F4. Bacare F1 Q. Baccalare Theobald (Warburton).

[75-82] I doubt ... service] Printed first as prose by Pope; in Ff Q as ten lines, ending curse ... gift ... express ... been ... any ... hath ... cunning... languages, ... mathematics: ... service: by Capell as ten lines, ending wooing. ... Neighbour, ... it: ... myself, ... any,-- ... scholar, ... cunning ... languages, ... mathematicks: ... service.

[75, 76] wooing. Neighbour, this] Theobald, wooing neighbors: this F1 Q. wooing neighbours: this F2 F3 F4. wooing, neighbours. This Rowe (ed. 1). wooing. Neighbours this Rowe (ed. 2).

[76] Neighbour] Neighbour [to Baptista] Capell.

To] And--to Capell.

[78] kindly] om. Capell.

beholding] beholden Pope.

freely give unto you] Edd. (Glover conj.). I freely give unto you Capell (Tyrwhitt conj.). Freely give unto F1 Q F2. Free leave give unto F3 F4.

[79] [presenting Lucentio] Rowe.

[80] Rheims] Rhemes Ff Q.

Greek, Latin] Latin, Greek Capell.

[81] mathematics] the mathematics Capell.

[82] pray] pray you Q.

[83-86] A thousand ... coming? Printed first as prose by Pope; as four lines in Ff Q, ending Gremio: ... sir, ... stranger, ... coming?

[83, 85] Signior ... walk ... so bold ...cause] good signior ... walk here ... bold ... cause too Capell, ending line 85, may I.

[89] myself] F1 Q F3 F4. thy selfe F2.

[99] packet] pack S. Walker conj.

[100] [They greet privately. Theobald.

[101] Bap. Lucentio is your name; of whence, I pray?] Lucentio is my name. Bap. Of whence, I pray? Theobald conj.

[103] Pisa; by report] Rowe. Pisa by report, Ff Q.

[104] know] knew Rann (Capell conj.).

you are] you're Capell.

[107] within] within there Capell.

lead] shew Capell, corrected in M.S.

[107, 108] Sirrah ... both] Steevens. prints as two lines, ending lead ... both.

[108] To ... both] In to my daughters; tell them both from me Capell conj.

daughters] F1 Q. two daughters F2 F3 F4.

tell] F1 Q. then tell F2 F3 F4.

[109] [Exit ... Hor.] Theobald. Bio....] Capell.

[115] knew] F1 Q. know F2 F3 F4.

[116] solely] Rowe. solie F1 Q F2 F3. soly F4.

[122] of] for Hanmer. on Steevens conj.

[124] whatsoever] whosoever F2.

[140] shake] F2 F3 F4. shakes F1 Q.

[141] SCENE III. Pope.

[144] sooner] om. Q.

[147] to me] on me Hanmer.

[150] most] moist Q.

[151] these] them Rowe.

[156] rascal fiddler] Capell. rascal, fidler Ff Q.

[158] had she] Ff Q. she had Rowe.

[162] discomfited] discomforted Capell conj.

[167] I will] Rowe. Ile F1 Q. I F2 F3 F4.

[Exeunt....] Exit. Manet Petruchio. Ff Q.

[179] banns] Johnson. banes Ff Q.

[185] bonny] F4. bony F1 Q F2 F3.

[188] Kates] cates Pope.

[191] sounded] founded F2.

[197] join'd] joint Capell.

[200] jade as you] F1 Q. jade, sir, as you F2 F3 F4. jack, sir, as you Farmer conj. jade as you--bear! Jackson conj. load, sir, as you Singer. jade to bear you Collier MS. jade as bear you Dyce. jade as to bear you Collier (ed. 2). load as you Grant White. a jade as you S. Walker conj.

[205-232] Should be ... care not] Put in the margin as spurious by Pope.

[205] Should ... buzz!] Shold be, should: buzze. F1 Q. Should be, should: buzze. F2 F3. Should be, should: buz. F4. Should be! should! buz. Rowe. Should bee;--should buz.--Theobald. Should! Bee: should! ... buz. Hanmer.

[209] best] 'best F3 F4.

[211] Ay] Ah Theobald.

find it] find out Collier MS.

[212] does] doth Rowe (ed. 2).

[212, 213] Who ... tail] Printed as prose in Ff Q.

[213] Kath. In his tongue. Pet. Whose tongue?] Cat. In his tail! in his tongue. Pet. In his tongue? whose tongue? Capell.

[214] tails] Rowe (ed. 2). tailes Q. tales Ff.

[215, 216] nay ... gentleman] Pope. Printed as one line in Ff Q.

[218-222] So ... coxcomb?] Printed by Capell is four lines, ending me ... gentlemen ... put ... coxcomb?

[227] sour] so sour Theobald.

[240] askance] Capell. a sconce F1 Q a scance F2 F3 F4. ascance Rowe (ed. 2).

[245] does] doth Rowe.

[250] keep'st] keepest, those Hanmer.

[257] witless] witness Capell.

else] elfe Theobald conj.

[258] keep] to keep Rann.

[259] Marry] Why Pope.

[269] wild Kate] wilde Kate F1 Q. wild Kat F2 F3 F4. wild cat Rowe.

[270] Kates] cats Theobald conj.

[273] SCENE V. Pope.

Re-enter....] Enter.... Pope. Enter... Ff Q (after line 267).

... Tranio.] Q. Trayno. Ff.

Now] om. Hanmer.

[277] Kath.] Pet. Theobald.

[278] You have] You've Pope.

[286] morn] moon Collier MS.

[287] Grissel] Grizelde Capell.

[289] we have] we've Pope.

[291] on] o' Capell.

[292] Hark] Hark, hark Hanmer.

hang'd] hang'd o' Sunday Capell.

[293] nay] om. Hanmer.

part] pact Collier (Collier MS.).

[294] gentlemen] sirs Pope.

[301] vied] ply'd Johnson conj. vent Bubier conj.

[308] Provide the feast, father] Father, provide the feast, Pope.

[310] me] om. Pope.

[316] we will be married] we'll marry Hanmer.

o' Sunday] Hanmer. a sonday F1 Q F2. a Sunday F3 F4.

[Exeunt P. and K. severally] Theobald. [Exit P. and K. Ff Q.

[317] SCENE VI. Pope.

[322] in] Rowe (ed. 2). me Ff Q.

[336] my Bianca's love.] F1 Q. Bianca's love. F2 F3 F4. Bianca's love.--And, first, to you; Capell.

[343] arras] Ff Q. arras, Rowe (ed. 2).

counterpoints] counterpanes Rowe (ed. 2).

[346] Valance] Pope. Vallens Ff Q.

[347] belong] Rowe. belongs Ff Q.

[351] portion] proportion Theobald conj.

[352] struck] F3 F4. strooke F1 Q F2. stuck Rowe (ed. 1).

[362] jointure] Rowe. ioynter F1 Q. joynter F2 F3 F4.

[365] not to] but to Warburton. yet to Staunton conj.

[367] Marseilles'] Marcellus F1 Q. Marsellis F2 F3 F4.

[384-389] Well ... Gremio] Printed by Hanmer as five lines, ending resolv'd: ... Catharine ... following ... if you ... Gremio.

[384, 385. Well ... resolved] Capell; as one line in Ff Q.

[384] gentlemen] gentlemen, then Pope, ending lines 384, 385 resolv'd ... know.

[387] the] om. Hanmer.

shall Bianca] Bianca shall Hanmer.

[388] to you] to you, Lucentio Capell.

make this assurance] Th' assurance make Hanmer.

[400] Must] May Rowe.

[401] wonder] wonders Q.

[402] wooing] winning Collier (Capell conj.).

[403] cunning] doing Rann (Steevens conj.). See note (XIII).

Act III, Scene I — Padua. BAPTISTA'S house

Enter LUCENTIO, HORTENSIO, and BIANCA.

Luc. Fiddler, forbear; you grow too forward, sir: Have you so soon forgot the entertainment Her sister Katharine welcomed you withal?

Hor. But, wrangling pedant, this is The patroness of heavenly harmony: 5 Then give me leave to have prerogative; And when in music we have spent an hour, Your lecture shall have leisure for as much.

Luc. Preposterous ass, that never read so far To know the cause why music was ordain'd! 10 Was it not to refresh the mind of man After his studies or his usual pain? Then give me leave to read philosophy, And while I pause, serve in your harmony.

Hor. Sirrah, I will not bear these braves of thine. 15

Bian. Why, gentlemen, you do me double wrong, To strive for that which resteth in my choice: I am no breeching scholar in the schools; I'll not be tied to hours nor 'pointed times, But learn my lessons as I please myself. 20 And, to cut off all strife, here sit we down: Take you your instrument, play you the whiles; His lecture will be done ere you have tuned.

Hor. You'll leave his lecture when I am in tune?

Luc. That will be never: tune your instrument. 25

Bian. Where left we last?

Luc. Here, madam:

'Hic ibat Simois; hic est Sigeia tellus; Hic steterat Priami regia celsa senis.'

Bian. Construe them. 30

Luc. 'Hic ibat,' as I told you before,--'Simois,' I am Lucentio,--'hic est,' son unto Vincentio of Pisa,--'Sigeia tellus,' disguised thus to get your love;--' Hic steterat,' and that Lucentio that comes a-wooing,--'Priami,' is my man Tranio,--'regia,' bearing my port,--'celsa senis,' that we 35 might beguile the old pantaloon.

Hor. Madam, my instrument's in tune.

Bian. Let's hear. O fie! the treble jars.

Luc. Spit in the hole, man, and tune again.

Bian. Now let me see if I can construe it: 40

'Hic ibat Simois,' I know you not,--'hic est Sigeia tellus,' I trust you not;--'Hic steterat Priami,' take heed he hear us not,--'regia,' presume not,--'celsa senis,' despair not.

Hor. Madam, 'tis now in tune.

Luc. All but the base.

Hor. The base is right; 'tis the base knave that jars. 45 [Aside] How fiery and forward our pedant is! Now, for my life, the knave doth court my love: Pedascule, I'll watch you better yet.

Bian. In time I may believe, yet I mistrust.

Luc. Mistrust it not; for, sure, Æacides 50 Was Ajax, call'd so from his grandfather.

Bian. I must believe my master; else, I promise you, I should be arguing still upon that doubt: But let it rest. Now, Licio, to you: Good masters, take it not unkindly, pray, 55 That I have been thus pleasant with you both.

Hor. You may go walk, and give me leave a while: My lessons make no music in three parts.

Luc. Are you so formal, sir? well, I must wait, [Aside] And watch withal; for, but I be deceived, 60 Our fine musician groweth amorous.

Hor. Madam, before you touch the instrument, To learn the order of my fingering, I must begin with rudiments of art; To teach you gamut in a briefer sort, 65 More pleasant, pithy, and effectual, Than hath been taught by any of my trade: And there it is in writing, fairly drawn.

Bian. Why, I am past my gamut long ago.

Hor. Yet read the gamut of Hortensio. 70

Bian. [reads] "'Gamut' I am, the ground of all accord, 'A re,' to plead Hortensio's passion; 'B mi,' Bianca, take him for thy lord, 'C fa ut,' that loves with all affection: 'D sol re,' one clef, two notes have I: 75 'E la mi,' show pity, or I die."

Call you this gamut? tut, I like it not: Old fashions please me best; I am not so nice, To change true rules for old inventions.

Enter a Servant.

Serv. Mistress, your father prays you leave your books, 80 And help to dress your sister's chamber up: You know to morrow is the wedding-day.

Bian. Farewell, sweet masters both; I must be gone. [Exeunt Bianca and Servant.

Luc. Faith, mistress, then I have no cause to stay. [Exit.

Hor. But I have cause to pry into this pedant: 85 Methinks he looks as though he were in love: Yet if thy thoughts, Bianca, be so humble, To cast thy wandering eyes on every stale, Seize thee that list: if once I find thee ranging, Hortensio will be quit with thee by changing. [Exit. 90

LINENOTES:

Act III, Scene I — ] Actus Tertia. F1 Q. Actus Tertius. F2 F3 F4. ACT II. SCENE II. Capell

Baptista's house.] Theobald. Another room. Capell.

[4] But ... this is] Wrangling pedant, this Pope. She is a shrew, but, wrangling pedant, this is Theobald. But, wrangling pedant, know this lady is Hanmer. But, wrangling pedant, this lady is Malone conj. Tut, wrangling pedant, I avouch this is Collier (Collier MS.). See note (IX).

this is] this' S. Walker conj. ending lines 4-6 with patroness ... leave ... prerogative.

[14] while] when Capell (corrected in note).

[15] not] om. Q.

[19] 'pointed] Hanmer. pointed Ff Q.

[22] your] the Q.

play you the whiles] play you the while Pope. stay you a while Hanmer.

[24] [Hortensio retires. Pope. [To Bianca, taking up his lute. Capell.

[26] [Sitting to a table with Luc. Capell.

[27] [Shewing a book. Capell.

[28, 31, 41. Hic] Ff Q. Hac Theobald.

Sigeia] F3 F4. sigeria F1 Q. sigeia F2.

[30, 40. Construe] F4. Conster F1 Q F2 F3.

[32] Sigeia] F2 F3 F4. Sigeria F1 Q.

[37] Hor.] Hor. [returning] Pope.

[38] [Hortensio plays. Capell.

[41] ibat] that F3 F4.

Sigeia] sigeia F2 F3 F4. sigeria F1 Q.

[42] steterat] F2 F3 F4. staterat F1 Q.

[44] [Hortensio plays. Edd. conj.

[46] How ... is!] Luc. How fiery and forward our pedant is, F1 Q F2. Luc. How ... froward ... is, F2 F3 F4 (is! F4). How fiery and froward our pedant is! Rowe (ed. 2). How fiery and how froward is our pedant! Pope. How fiery and how forward is our pedant! Capell.

[47] the] F1 Q. that F2 F3 F4.

[48] Pedascule] Pedascale Warburton. Didascule Harness conj.

[49] In ... mistrust] Continued to Luc. in Ff Q. Given to Bian. by Pope (ed. 2).

[Seeing Hor. listen. Capell.

[50] Luc.] Pope (ed. 2). Bian. Ff Q.

[52] Bian.] Pope (ed. 2). Hort. Ff Q.

[54] [rising. Capell.

[55] masters] Rowe (ed. 2). master Ff Q.

[57] Hor.] Hort. F1 Q. Bian. F2 F3 F4.

[59-61] [Aside. Johnson.

[60] [Aside] Edd.

[65] gamut] Rowe. gamoth Ff Q.

[69, 70, 71, 77.] gamut] Rowe. gamouth F1 Q. gamoth F2 F3 F4.

[72] A re] Q. Are Ff.

[73] B mi] Pope. B eme Ff Q.

[74] C fa ut] Q. Cfavt F1 F2. Cfaut F3 F4.

loves] loves thee Hanmer.

[75] clef] cliffe F1 Q F2 F3 cliff F4.

two] but two Pope. not two Capell.

[76] show] show me Hanmer.

[78] I am] I'm Pope.

[79] change]F2 F3 F4. charge F1 Q.

true ... ola] Ff Q. true ... new Rowe (ed. 2). true ... odd Theobald. old ... new Long conj. MS. new ... old Malone conj.

Enter a Servant.] Rowe. Enter a Messenger. Ff Q.

[80] Serv.] Rowe. Nicke. F1 Q F2. Nick. F3 F4. See note (iv).

[83] [Exeunt B. and S.] Capell. Ex. Rowe. Exit. Pope.

[84] [Exit.] Rowe.

[86] were] was Q.

[89] that] who Pope.

Act III, Scene II — Padua. Before BAPTISTA'S house

Enter BAPTISTA, GREMIO, TRANIO, KATHARINA, BIANCA, LUCENTIO, and others, attendants.

Bap. Signior Lucentio [to Tranio], this is the 'pointed day. That Katharine and Petruchio should be married, And yet we hear not of our son-in-law. What will be said? what mockery will it be, To want the bridegroom when the priest attends 5 To speak the ceremonial rites of marriage! What says Lucentio to this shame of ours?

Kath. No shame but mine: I must, forsooth, be forced To give my hand, opposed against my heart, Unto a mad-brain rudesby, full of spleen; 10 Who woo'd in haste, and means to wed at leisure. I told you, I, he was a frantic fool, Hiding his bitter jests in blunt behaviour: And, to be noted for a merry man. He'll woo a thousand, 'point the day of marriage, 15 Make friends, invite, and proclaim the banns; Yet never means to wed where he hath woo'd. Now must the world point at poor Katharine, And say, 'Lo, there is mad Petruchio's wife, If it would please him come and marry her!' 20

Tra. Patience, good Katharine, and Baptista too. Upon my life, Petruchio means but well, Whatever fortune stays him from his word: Though he be blunt, I know him passing wise; Though he be merry, yet withal he's honest. 25

Kath. Would Katharine had never seen him though! [Exit weeping, followed by Bianca and others.

Bap. Go, girl; I cannot blame thee now to weep; For such an injury would vex a very saint, Much more a shrew of thy impatient humour.

Enter BIONDELLO.

Bion. Master, master! news, old news, and such news 30 as you never heard of!

Bap. Is it new and old too? how may that be?

Bion. Why, is it not news, to hear of Petruchio's coming?

Bap. Is he come?

Bion. Why, no, sir. 35

Bap. What then?

Bion. He is coming.

Bap. When will he be here?

Bion. When he stands where I am and sees you there.

Tra. But say, what to thine old news? 40

Bion. Why, Petruchio is coming in a new hat and an old jerkin, a pair of old breeches thrice turned, a pair of boots that have been candle-cases, one buckled, another laced, an old rusty sword ta'en out of the town-armoury, with a broken hilt, and chapeless; with two broken points: his 45 horse hipped with an old mothy saddle and stirrups of no kindred; besides, possessed with the glanders and like to mose in the chine; troubled with the lampass, infected with the fashions, full of windgalls, sped with spavins, rayed with the yellows, past cure of the fives, stark spoiled with the 50 staggers, begnawn with the bots, swayed in the back and shoulder-shotten; near-legged before and with a half-checked bit and a head-stall of sheep's leather which, being restrained to keep him from stumbling, hath been often burst and now repaired with knots; one girth six times 55 pieced and a woman's crupper of velure, which hath two letters for her name fairly set down in studs, and here and there pieced with packthread.

Bap. Who comes with him?

Bion. O, sir, his lackey, for all the world caparisoned 60 like the horse; with a linen stock on one leg, and a kersey boot-hose on the other, gartered with a red and blue list; an old hat, and 'the humour of forty fancies' pricked in't for a feather: a monster, a very monster in apparel, and not like a Christian footboy or a gentleman's lackey. 65

Tra. 'Tis some odd humour pricks him to this fashion; Yet oftentimes he goes but mean-apparell'd.

Bap. I am glad he's come, howsoe'er he comes.

Bion. Why, sir, he comes not.

Bap. Didst thou not say he comes? 70

Bion. Who? that Petruchio came?

Bap. Ay, that Petruchio came.

Bion. No, sir; I say his horse comes, with him on his back.

Bap. Why, that's all one. 75

Bion. Nay, by Saint Jamy, I hold you a penny, A horse and a man Is more than one, And yet not many. 80

Enter PETRUCHIO and GRUMIO.

Pet. Come, where be these gallants? who's at home?

Bap. You are welcome, sir.

Pet. And yet I come not well.

Bap. And yet you halt not.

Tra. Not so well apparell'd As I wish you were.

Pet. Were it better, I should rush in thus. 85 But where is Kate? where is my lovely bride? How does my father? Gentles, methinks you frown: And wherefore gaze this goodly company, As if they saw some wondrous monument, Some comet or unusual prodigy? 90

Bap. Why, sir, you know this is your wedding-day: First were we sad, fearing you would not come; Now sadder, that you come so unprovided. Fie, doff this habit, shame to your estate, An eye-sore to our solemn festival! 95

Tra. And tell us, what occasion of import Hath all so long detain'd you from your wife, And sent you hither so unlike yourself?

Pet. Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear: Sufficeth, I am come to keep my word, 100 Though in some part enforced to digress; Which, at more leisure, I will so excuse As you shall well be satisfied withal. But where is Kate? I stay too long from her: The morning wears, 'tis time we were at church. 105

Tra. See not your bride in these unreverent robes: Go to my chamber; put on clothes of mine.

Pet. Not I, believe me: thus I'll visit her.

Bap. But thus, I trust, you will not marry her.

Pet. Good sooth, even thus; therefore ha' done with words: 110 To me she's married, not unto my clothes: Could I repair what she will wear in me, As I can change these poor accoutrements, 'Twere well for Kate and better for myself. But what a fool am I to chat with you, 115 When I should bid good morrow to my bride, And seal the title with a lovely kiss! [Exeunt Petruchio and Gremio.

Tra. He hath some meaning in his mad attire: We will persuade him, be it possible, To put on better ere he go to church. 120

Bap. I'll after him, and see the event of this. [Exeunt Baptista, Gremio, and attendants.

Tra. But to her love concerneth us to add Her father's liking: which to bring to pass, As I before imparted to your worship, I am to get a man,--whate'er he be, 125 It skills not much, we'll fit him to our turn,-- And he shall be Vincentio of Pisa; And make assurance here in Padua Of greater sums than I have promised. So shall you quietly enjoy your hope, 130 And marry sweet Bianca with consent.

Luc. Were it not that my fellow-schoolmaster Doth watch Bianca's steps so narrowly, 'Twere good, methinks, to steal our marriage; Which once perform'd, let all the world say no, 135 I'll keep mine own, despite of all the world.

Tra. That by degrees we mean to look into, And watch our vantage in this business: We'll over-reach the greybeard, Gremio, The narrow-prying father, Minola, 140 The quaint musician, amorous Licio; All for my master's sake, Lucentio.

Re-enter GREMIO.

Signior Gremio, came you from the church?

Gre. As willingly as e'er I came from school.

Tra. And is the bride and bridegroom coming home? 145

Gre. A bridegroom say you? 'tis a groom indeed, A grumbling groom, and that the girl shall find.

Tra. Curster than she? why, 'tis impossible.

Gre. Why, he's a devil, a devil, a very fiend.

Tra. Why, she's a devil, a devil, the devil's dam. 150

Gre. Tut, she's a lamb, a dove, a fool to him! I'll tell you, Sir Lucentio: when the priest Should ask, if Katharine should be his wife, 'Ay, by gogs-wouns,' quoth he; and swore so loud, That, all amazed, the priest let fall the book; 155 And, as he stoop'd again to take it up, The mad-brain'd bridegroom took him such a cuff, That down fell priest and book, and book and priest: 'Now take them up,' quoth he, 'if any list.'

Tra. What said the wench when he rose again? 160

Gre. Trembled and shook; for why he stamp'd and swore, As if the vicar meant to cozen him. But after many ceremonies done, He calls for wine: 'A health!' quoth he; as if He had been aboard, carousing to his mates 165 After a storm: quaff'd off the muscadel, And threw the sops all in the sexton's face; Having no other reason But that his beard grew thin and hungerly And seem'd to ask him sops as he was drinking. 170 This done, he took the bride about the neck And kiss'd her lips with such a clamorous smack That at the parting all the church did echo: And I seeing this came thence for very shame; And after me, I know, the rout is coming. 175 Such a mad marriage never was before: Hark, hark! I hear the minstrels play. [Music.

Re-enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, BIANCA, BAPTISTA, HORTENSIO, GRUMIO, and Train.

Pet. Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for your pains: I know you think to dine with me to-day, And have prepared great store of wedding cheer; 180 But so it is, my haste doth call me hence, And therefore here I mean to take my leave.

Bap. Is't possible you will away to-night?

Pet. I must away to-day, before night come: Make it no wonder; if you knew my business, 185 You would entreat me rather go than stay. And, honest company, I thank you all, That have beheld me give away myself To this most patient, sweet, and virtuous wife: Dine with my father, drink a health to me; 190 For I must hence; and farewell to you all.

Tra. Let us entreat you stay till after dinner.

Pet. It may not be.

Gru. Let me entreat you.

Pet. It cannot be.

Kath. Let me entreat you.

Pet. I am content.

Kath. Are you content to stay? 195

Pet. I am content you shall entreat me stay; But yet not stay, entreat me how you can.

Kath. Now, if you love me, stay.

Pet. Grumio, my horse.

Gru. Ay, sir, they be ready: the oats have eaten the horses. 200

Kath. Nay, then, Do what thou canst, I will not go to-day; No, nor to-morrow, not till I please myself. The door is open, sir; there lies your way; You may be jogging whiles your boots are green; 205 For me, I'll not be gone till I please myself: 'Tis like you'll prove a jolly surly groom, That take it on you at the first so roundly.

Pet. O Kate, content thee; prithee, be not angry.

Kath. I will be angry: what hast thou to do? 210 Father, be quiet: he shall stay my leisure.

Gre. Ay, marry, sir, now it begins to work.

Kath. Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner: I see a woman may be made a fool, If she had not a spirit to resist. 215

Pet. They shall go forward, Kate, at thy command. Obey the bride, you that attend on her; Go to the feast, revel and domineer, Carouse full measure to her maidenhead, Be mad and merry, or go hang yourselves: 220 But for my bonny Kate, she must with me. Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret; I will be master of what is mine own: She is my goods, my chattels; she is my house, My household stuff, my field, my barn, 225 My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing; And here she stands, touch her whoever dare; I'll bring mine action on the proudest he That stops my way in Padua. Grumio, Draw forth thy weapon, we are beset with thieves; 230 Rescue thy mistress, if thou be a man. Fear not, sweet wench, they shall not touch thee, Kate: I'll buckler thee against a million. [Exeunt Petruchio, Katharina, and Grumio.

Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones.

Gre. Went they not quickly, I should die with laughing. 235

Tra. Of all mad matches never was the like.

Luc. Mistress, what's your opinion of your sister?

Bian. That, being mad herself, she's madly mated.

Gre. I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated.

Bap. Neighbours and friends, though bride and bridegroom wants 240 For to supply the places at the table, You know there wants no junkets at the feast. Lucentio, you shall supply the bridegroom's place; And let Bianca take her sister's room.

Tra. Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it? 245

Bap. She shall, Lucentio. Come, gentlemen, let's go. [Exeunt.

LINENOTES:

Act III, Scene II — ] Pope. ACT III. SCENE I. Capell

Before B.'s house.] Malone. Court before the house. Capell.

Lucentio] Rowe. om. Ff Q.

attendants.] attendants; Lucentio, and Hortensio among them. Capell.

[1] Bap.] Bap. [to Tra.] Capell.

'pointed] Pope. pointed Ff Q.

[14] man.] Rowe. man; F1 Q F2 F3. man: F4.

[15] 'point] Pope. point Ff Q.

[16] Make friends, invite,] F1 Q. Make friends, invite, yes F2 F3 F4. Make friends, invite them Malone. Make friends invite, yes Singer. Make friends invited Grant White. Make friends invite guests Dyce conj. Make feasts, invite friends Anon. conj.

banns] Johnson. banes Ff Q.

[18] Katharine] Katharina Rowe.

[24] know] Ff. knew Q.

[26] him] om. Q.

[Exit ... others.] Exit weeping. Ff Q. Exit weeping: is follow'd by Bianca, Gremio, Hortensio, and Others. Capell.

[28] a very saint] F1 Q. a saint F2 F3 F4.

[29] thy] F2 F3 F4. om. F1 Q.

Enter B.] Enter B., hastily. Capell.

[30. SCENE III. Pope.

news, old news, and such news] Capell. news, and such news Ff Q. old news, and such news Rowe. news, and such old news Collier (Collier MS.).

[33] hear] heard F1. heare Q.

[40] what to] what be Capell. what:--to Malone. what is Collier MS.

thine] F1 Q F2. thy F3 F4.

[41] a new] an old Anon. conj.

[43, 45] laced; an ... points] laced with two broken points; an ... chapeless Rann (Johnson conj.).

[45-47] his horse ... kindred;] with an old mothy saddle, the stirrups of no kindred: his horse hip'd, Rann.

[46] hipped] hip'd Ff Q. heaped Collier MS.

and] F1 Q. the F2 F3 F4. with the Hanmer (ed. 2).

[48] mose] mourn Hanmer.

[49] fashions] farcin Hanmer. farcy Long conj. MS.

[50] fives] vives Hanmer.

[51] swayed] Hanmer. waid Ff Q.

[52] near-legged] neere leg'd F1 Q F2. neer leg'd F3 F4. ne'er legg'd Malone.

[55] now repaired] new-repaired S. Walker conj.

girth] girt Rowe (ed. 2).

[57] down] dower F2.

[63] the humour of] the amours or Collier MS. See note (XIV).

pricked] prickt up F3 F4.

[65] or a] F1 Q. or F3 F4.

[66] odd] old Q.

[66, 67] 'Tis ... apparell'd Printed as prose in Q.

[68] he's come] he is come Johnson. he's come though Capell.

howsoe'er] howsoere F1 Q. howsoever F2 F3 F4.

[71] that Petruchio] that that Petruchio F3 F4.

came] came not Warburton.

[73] say] say, that Capell.

[76-80] Nay ... many.] Printed as prose in Ff Q; as five lines of verse by Collier; as two lines by Rowe (ed. 2).

[81] SCENE IV. Pope.

Enter P. and G.] Enter P. and G. fantastically habited. Rowe.

Come] Come, come S. Walker conj.

gallants?] gallants here? Capell.

who's] who is Pope.

[81-84] Come ... were] Verse as in Capell. Printed as prose in Ff Q. See note (XV).

[81, 83, 85] Come ... Not so well ... Were it ... thus.] Come, come ... Nor so ... Were it not ... thus? Lettsom conj., ending lines 83, 84 at halt not ... were.

[82] you are] you're Pope.

[82, 83] sir. Pet. And yet I come not well. Bap. And yet you halt not] sir: and yet you come not well. Pet. And yet I halt not Capell conj.

[83] apparell'd] 'parell'd Pope, reading as one verse Not ... were.

[84] wish] could wish Capell.

[85] Were] Why, were Hanmer. Tut! were Capell. Wer't S. Walker conj.

better] much better Collier MS.

thus.] thus? Rann.

[86] is my] is is my Q.

[95] An] And Anon. conj.

[103] withal] with all F1 F2.

[110] ha'] F4. ha F1 Q F2 F3. have Capell.

[113] can] F1 Q F2. could F3 F4.

[117] lovely] loving Collier (Collier MS.).

[Exeunt P. and G.] Dyce. [Exit. Ff Q. [Exeunt Pet. Gru. and Bio. Capell.

[121] [Exeunt B., G., and attendants.] Exit. Ff Q. [Exeunt Bap. and Attendants. Tranio follows; but is beckon'd back by Lucentio, who converses a while apart. Capell.

[122] SCENE V. Pope.

But to her love] Grant White. But sir, Love Ff Q. But, sir, our love Pope. But to her love, sir Capell. But, sir, her love Rann (Ritson conj.). But, sir, to her love Malone (Tyrwhitt conj.). But to our love Collier MS. But, sir, to love Knight.

[124] I before] Pope. before F1 Q. before I F2 F3 F4.

[126] our turn] turn Capell (corrected in MS).

[140] narrow-prying] Pope. narrow prying Ff Q.

[143] SCENE VI. Pope.

Re-enter Gremio] Re-enter G. laughing. Capell.

Signior] Now, signior Pope.

[145] is] are Hanmer.

[147] grumbling] grumlling F1. grumling Q.

[148] she?] F4. she F1 Q F2 F3.

[153] Should ask] Did ask Hanmer.

[160] wench] wretch Capell conj.

rose] F1 Q. rose up F2 F3 F4. arose Reed (1803).

[161-177] Trembled ... play] Arranged as in Reed (1803). Printed as prose in F1 Q; as verse first in F2, making 16 lines, ending swore ... him ... done ... if ... mates ... muscadell ... face ... beard ... aske ... tooke ... lips ... parting ... this ... me ... marryage ... play.

[164-168] He calls ... reason] Printed by Capell as five lines, ending wine ... aboard ... storm ... sops ... reason.

[164] if] om. Capell.

[165] He had] H'ad Pope.

[168] reason] cause Pope.

[170] him] His F3 F4.

[173] all] om. Long conj. MS.

did echo] echo'd Pope.

[174] And I] I Capell.

[175] I know] om. Hanmer.

[176] never] Ne'er Theobald.

[177] I hear] om. Hanmer.

play] om. Theobald.

[178] SCENE VII. Pope.

Petruchio, Katharina....] P. and C. as marry'd.... Capell.

Grumio, and Train.] Capell.

[183] will] must Hanmer.

[193] you] you, sir Hanmer. you stay Steevens conj.

[194] you,] you, sir Hanmer. you then Capell. you stay Steevens conj.

[198] horse] horses Rowe (ed. 2).

[199] Ay, sir] Sir Hanmer.

oats] bots Grey conj.

eaten] eaten up Capell.

[203] not till] F1 Q F2 F3. nor till F4.

[205] whiles] while Pope.

[206] be gone] go Hanmer.

till I] till Capell.

[214] made] maide Q.

[220] yourselves] you selves F2.

[224] she is my house] and my house Hanmer. and she is My house Mitforl conj.

[225] My] She is my Hanmer.

my barn] my barn, my stable Capell. my barn, my grange S. Walker conj. my barn, my garner Edd. conj.

[228] mine] my Rowe.

[230] we are] we're Pope.

[233] [Exeunt P. K. and G.] Exeunt P. Ka. Ff Q. [Exit, hurrying Catherine out; Grumio, with his sword drawn, bringing up the rear. Capell.

[237] Luc. Mistress ... sister?] Continued to Tranio by Capell.

[240] wants] want Pope.

[242] wants] want Grant White.

[243] shall supply] supply Pope. shall have Rann (Capell conj.).

[246] Come] om. Pope. See note (XVI).

Act IV, Scene I — PETRUCHIO'S country house

Enter GRUMIO.

Gru. Fie, fie on all tired jades, on all mad masters, and all foul ways! Was ever man so beaten? was ever man so rayed? was ever man so weary? I am sent before to make a fire, and they are coming after to warm them. Now, were not I a little pot, and soon hot, my very lips 5 might freeze to my teeth, my tongue to the roof of my mouth, my heart in my belly, ere I should come by a fire to thaw me: but I, with blowing the fire, shall warm myself; for, considering the weather, a taller man than I will take cold. Holla, ho! Curtis! 10

Enter CURTIS.

Curt. Who is that calls so coldly?

Gru. A piece of ice: if thou doubt it, thou mayst slide from my shoulder to my heel with no greater a run but my head and my neck. A fire, good Curtis.

Curt. Is my master and his wife coming, Grumio? 15

Gru. O, ay, Curtis, ay: and therefore fire, fire; cast on no water.

Curt. Is she so hot a shrew as she's reported?

Gru. She was, good Curtis, before this frost: but, thou knowest, winter tames man, woman, and beast; for it hath 20 tamed my old master, and my new mistress, and myself, fellow Curtis.

Curt. Away, you three-inch fool! I am no beast.

Gru. Am I but three inches? why, thy horn is a foot; and so long am I at the least. But wilt thou make a fire, 25 or shall I complain on thee to our mistress, whose hand, she being now at hand, thou shalt soon feel, to thy cold comfort, for being slow in thy hot office?

Curt. I prithee, good Grumio, tell me, how goes the world? 30

Gru. A cold world, Curtis, in every office but thine; and therefore fire: do thy duty, and have thy duty; for my master and mistress are almost frozen to death.

Curt. There's fire ready; and therefore, good Grumio, the news. 35

Gru. Why, 'Jack, boy! ho! boy!' and as much news as thou wilt.

Curt. Come, you are so full of cony-catching!

Gru. Why, therefore fire; for I have caught extreme cold. Where's the cook? is supper ready, the house trimmed, 40 rushes strewed, cobwebs swept; the serving-men in their new fustian, their white stockings, and every officer his wedding-garment on? Be the jacks fair within, the jills fair without, the carpets laid, and every thing in order?

Curt. All ready; and therefore, I pray thee, news. 45

Gru. First, know, my horse is tired; my master and mistress fallen out.

Curt. How?

Gru. Out of their saddles into the dirt; and thereby hangs a tale. 50

Curt. Let's ha't, good Grumio.

Gru. Lend thine ear.

Curt. Here.

Gru. There. [Strikes him.

Curt. This is to feel a tale, not to hear a tale. 55

Gru. And therefore 'tis called a sensible tale: and this cuff was but to knock at your ear, and beseech listening. Now I begin: Imprimis, we came down a foul hill, my master riding behind my mistress,--

Curt. Both of one horse? 60

Gru. What's that to thee?

Curt. Why, a horse.

Gru. Tell thou the tale: but hadst thou not crossed me, thou shouldst have heard how her horse fell and she under her horse; thou shouldst have heard in how miry a 65 place, how she was bemoiled, how he left her with the horse upon her, how he beat me because her horse stumbled, how she waded through the dirt to pluck him off me, how he swore, how she prayed, that never prayed before, how I cried, how the horses ran away, how her bridle was burst, 70 how I lost my crupper, with many things of worthy memory, which now shall die in oblivion and thou return unexperienced to thy grave.

Curt. By this reckoning he is more shrew than she.

Gru. Ay; and that thou and the proudest of you all 75 shall find when he comes home. But what talk I of this? Call forth Nathaniel, Joseph, Nicholas, Philip, Walter, Sugarsop and the rest: let their heads be sleekly combed, their blue coats brushed and their garters of an indifferent knit: let them curtsy with their left legs and not presume 80 to touch a hair of my master's horse-tail till they kiss their hands. Are they all ready?

Curt. They are.

Gru. Call them forth.

Curt. Do you hear, ho? you must meet my master to 85 countenance my mistress!

Gru. Why, she hath a face of her own.

Curt. Who knows not that?

Gru. Thou, it seems, that calls for company to countenance her. 90

Curt. I call them forth to credit her.

Gru. Why, she comes to borrow nothing of them.

Enter four or five serving-men.

Nath. Welcome home, Grumio!

Phil. How now, Grumio!

Jos. What, Grumio! 95

Nich. Fellow Grumio!

Nath. How now, old lad?

Gru. Welcome, you;--how now, you;--what, you;--fellow, you;--and thus much for greeting. Now, my spruce companions, is all ready, and all things neat? 100

Nath. All things is ready. How near is our master?

Gru. E'en at hand, alighted by this; and therefore be not--Cock's passion, silence! I hear my master.

Enter PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA.

Pet. Where be these knaves? What, no man at door To hold my stirrup nor to take my horse! 105 Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip?

All Serv. Here, here, sir; here, sir.

Pet. Here, sir! here, sir! here, sir! here, sir! You logger-headed and unpolish'd grooms! What, no attendance? no regard? no duty? 110 Where is the foolish knave I sent before?

Gru. Here, sir; as foolish as I was before.

Pet. You peasant swain! you whoreson malt-horse drudge! Did I not bid thee meet me in the park, And bring along these rascal knaves with thee? 115

Gru. Nathaniel's coat, sir, was not fully made, And Gabriel's pumps were all unpink'd i' the heel; There was no link to colour Peter's hat, And Walter's dagger was not come from sheathing: There were none fine but Adam, Ralph, and Gregory; 120 The rest were ragged, old, and beggarly; Yet, as they are, here are they come to meet you.

Pet. Go, rascals, go, and fetch my supper in. [Exeunt Servants. [Singing] Where is the life that late I led--

Where are those--Sit down, Kate, and welcome.-- 125 Soud, soud, soud, soud!

Re-enter Servants with supper.

Why, when, I say? Nay, good sweet Kate, be merry. Off with my boots, you rogues! you villains, when? [Sings.

It was the friar of orders grey, As he forth walked on his way:-- 130

Out, you rogue! you pluck my foot awry: Take that, and mend the plucking off the other. [Strikes him.

Be merry, Kate. Some water, here; what, ho! Where's my spaniel Troilus? Sirrah, get you hence, And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither: 135 One, Kate, that you must kiss, and be acquainted with. Where are my slippers? Shall I have some water?

Enter one with water.

Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily. You whoreson villain! will you let it fall? [Strikes him.

Kath. Patience, I pray you; 'twas a fault unwilling. 140

Pet. A whoreson beetle-headed, flap-ear'd knave! Come, Kate, sit down; I know you have a stomach. Will you give thanks, sweet Kate; or else shall I? What's this? mutton?

First Serv. Ay.

Pet. Who brought it?

Peter. I.

Pet. 'Tis burnt; and so is all the meat. 145 What dogs are these! Where is the rascal cook? How durst you, villains, bring it from the dresser, And serve it thus to me that love it not? There, take it to you, trenchers, cups, and all: [Throws the meat, &c. about the stage. You heedless joltheads and unmanner'd slaves! 150 What, do you grumble? I'll be with you straight.

Kath. I pray you, husband, be not so disquiet: The meat was well, if you were so contented.

Pet. I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dried away; And I expressly am forbid to touch it, 155 For it engenders choler, planteth anger; And better 'twere that both of us did fast, Since, of ourselves, ourselves are choleric, Than feed it with such over-roasted flesh. Be patient; to-morrow't shall be mended, 160 And, for this night, we'll fast for company: Come, I will bring thee to thy bridal chamber. [Exeunt.

Re-enter Servants severally.

Nath. Peter, didst ever see the like?

Peter. He kills her in her own humour.

Re-enter CURTIS.

Gru. Where is he? 165

Curt. In her chamber, making a sermon of continency to her; And rails, and swears, and rates, that she, poor soul, Knows not which way to stand, to look, to speak, And sits as one new-risen from a dream. 170 Away, away! for he is coming hither. [Exeunt.

Re-enter PETRUCHIO.

Pet. Thus have I politicly begun my reign, And 'tis my hope to end successfully. My falcon now is sharp and passing empty; And till she stoop she must not be full-gorged, 175 For then she never looks upon her lure. Another way I have to man my haggard, To make her come and know her keeper's call, That is, to watch her, as we watch these kites That bate and beat and will not be obedient. 180 She eat no meat to-day, nor none shall eat; Last night she slept not, nor to-night she shall not; As with the meat, some undeserved fault I'll find about the making of the bed; And here I'll fling the pillow, there the bolster, 185 This way the coverlet, another way the sheets: Ay, and amid this hurly I intend That all is done in reverend care of her; And in conclusion she shall watch all night: And if she chance to nod I'll rail and brawl 190 And with the clamour keep her still awake. This is a way to kill a wife with kindness; And thus I'll curb her mad and headstrong humour. He that knows better how to tame a shrew, Now let him speak: 'tis charity to show. [Exit. 195

LINENOTES:

Act IV, Scene I — ] Pope

P.'s country house.] Pope. A hall in.... Capell.

[2, 3] Was ... beaten? was ... rayed? was ... weary?] was ... weary? was ... beaten? was ... raied? Hanmer.

[3] rayed] 'wray'd Capell.

[11] is] is't Anon. conj.

[16] Curtis] Burtis Q.

[19] this] the Rowe (ed. 2).

[21] myself] thyself Hanmer (Warburton).

[23] three-inch] three-inch'd Rowe.

[24] thy] my Theobald.

[34] There's] There is Hanmer.

[37] thou wilt] wilt thou F1. will thaw Anon. conj.

[42] their] F3 F4. the F1 Q F2. the--in their S. Walker conj., supposing an omission.

[43, 44] within ... without] without ... within Hanmer.

[44] the carpets] carpets F3 F4.

[45] news] what news F2 F3 F4. thy news Malone conj.

[54] [Strikes him.] Rowe.

[55] is] Rowe (ed. 2). 'tis Ff Q.

[60] of] on Rowe.

[71] of worthy] worthy of S. Walker conj.

[73] thy] the Q.

[74] is] om. Q.

[77] Walter, Sugarsop] Walter Sugarsop S. Walker conj.

Sugarsop] corrupt, Id. conj.

[78] sleekly] slickely F1 Q F2. slickly F3 F4.

[79] indifferent] different Malone conj.

[80] knit] knot Capell.

[89] call] Ff Q. call'st Rowe (ed. 2).

[92] Enter....] Ff Q (after line 90).

[97] Nath.] Walt. Edd. conj.

[101] is ready] F1 Q. are ready F2 F3 F4.

[104] SCENE II. Pope.

[104-106] Where ... Philip] Printed as prose in F3 F4.

[104] door] the door Capell.

[106-108] Where is ... here, sir!] Printed by Capell as two lines, ending the first at Here, here, sir.

[110] attendance] attendants Q.

[113] peasant] pleasant Pope (ed. 2).

[115] these] F1 Q. the F2 F3 F4.

[122] here are] F1 Q. om. F2 F3 F4.

[123] [Exeunt Servants] Ex. Ser. Ff Q. Exeunt some of the servants. Cloth lay'd. Capell.

[124] [Singing.] Theobald. See note (XVII).

led--] led, say they:-- Capell.

[125] those--] those villains? Capell.

[126] Soud ... soud] Sù ... sù. A. A. (N. and Q.) conj.

[Humming. Hanmer. [Wipes himself. Capell.

[128] rogues] rogue Hammer.

[Sings.] Rowe.

[131] Out] Out, out Pope.

[132] mend] mind Hanmer.

[Strikes him.] Rowe.

[134] my] by Hanmer (a misprint).

[137] [Water presented. Capell.

[Enter..] Ff Q (after line 133). om. Capell.

[138] [Servant lets the ewer fall. Capell.

[141] flap-ear'd] flatear'd Rowe.

[144] What's] What is Hanmer.

Ay] Yes Rowe.

Peter.] F1 Q. Ser F2 F3 F4.

[145] all the] all the rest o'the Capell.

[149] [Throws....] Rowe.

[160] to-morrow] for to-morrow Pope.

[162] [Exeunt] Ff Q. [Exit, leading out Cat. Cur. follows. Capell.

[163-166] Peter ... chamber] As two lines in Capell, ending kills her ... chamber.

[164] [Re-enter Curtis.] Enter Curtis a servant. Ff Q (after line 165).

[166-171] In her ... hither] Pope. Printed as prose in Ff Q.

[168] swears] sweare F2.

that she] and she Rowe.

[171] [Exeunt.] Pope. om. Ff Q.

[172] SCENE III. Pope.

[180] bate ... beat] baite ... beate F1 Q F2. bait ... beat F3 F4.

[182] she shall] shall F3 F4.

[186] another] that Pope.

[187] I intend] I'll pretend Rowe (ed. 2).

Act IV, Scene II — Padua. Before BAPTISTA'S house

Enter TRANIO and HORTENSIO.

Tra. Is't possible, friend Licio, that Mistress Bianca Doth fancy any other but Lucentio? I tell you, sir, she bears me fair in hand.

Hor. Sir, to satisfy you in what I have said, Stand by and mark the manner of his teaching. 5

Enter BIANCA and LUCENTIO.

Luc. Now, mistress, profit you in what you read?

Bian. What, master, read you? first resolve me that.

Luc. I read that I profess, the Art to Love.

Bian. And may you prove, sir, master of your art!

Luc. While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of my heart! 10

Hor. Quick proceeders, marry! Now, tell me, I pray, You that durst swear that your mistress Bianca Loved none in the world so well as Lucentio.

Tra. O despiteful love! unconstant womankind! I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful. 15

Hor. Mistake no more: I am not Licio, Nor a musician, as I seem to be; But one that scorn to live in this disguise, For such a one as leaves a gentleman, And makes a god of such a cullion: 20 Know, sir, that I am call'd Hortensio.

Tra. Signior Hortensio, I have often heard Of your entire affection to Bianca; And since mine eyes are witness of her lightness, I will with you, if you be so contented, 25 Forswear Bianca and her love for ever.

Hor. See, how they kiss and court! Signior Lucentio, Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow Never to woo her more, but do forswear her, As one unworthy all the former favours 30 That I have fondly flatter'd her withal.

Tra. And here I take the like unfeigned oath, Never to marry with her though she would entreat: Fie on her! see, how beastly she doth court him!

Hor. Would all the world but he had quite forsworn! 35 For me, that I may surely keep mine oath, I will be married to a wealthy widow, Ere three days pass, which hath as long loved me As I have loved this proud disdainful haggard. And so farewell, Signior Lucentio. 40 Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, Shall win my love: and so I take my leave, In resolution as I swore before. [Exit.

Tra. Mistress Bianca, bless you with such grace As 'longeth to a lover's blessed case! 45 Nay, I have ta'en you napping, gentle love, And have forsworn you with Hortensio.

Bian. Tranio, you jest: but have you both forsworn me?

Tra. Mistress, we have.

Luc. Then we are rid of Licio.

Tra. I'faith, he'll have a lusty widow now, 50 That shall be woo'd and wedded in a day.

Bian. God give him joy!

Tra. Ay, and he'll tame her.

Bian. He says so, Tranio.

Tra. Faith, he is gone unto the taming-school.

Bian. The taming-school! what, is there such a place? 55

Tra. Ay, mistress, and Petruchio is the master; That teacheth tricks eleven and twenty long, To tame a shrew and charm her chattering tongue.

Enter BIONDELLO.

Bion. O master, master, I have watch'd so long That I am dog-weary! but at last I spied 60 An ancient angel coming down the hill, Will serve the turn.

Tra. What is he, Biondello?

Bion. Master, a mercatantè, or a pedant, I know not what; but formal in apparel, In gait and countenance surely like a father. 65

Luc. And what of him, Tranio?

Tra. If he be credulous and trust my tale, I'll make him glad to seem Vincentio, And give assurance to Baptista Minola, As if he were the right Vincentio. 70 Take in your love, and then let me alone. [Exeunt Lucentio and Bianca.

Enter a Pedant.

Ped. God save you, sir!

Tra. And you, sir! you are welcome. Travel you far on, or are you at the farthest?

Ped. Sir, at the farthest for a week or two: But then up farther, and as far as Rome; 75 And so to Tripoli, if God lend me life.

Tra. What countryman, I pray?

Ped. Of Mantua.

Tra. Of Mantua, sir? marry, God forbid! And come to Padua, careless of your life?

Ped. My life, sir! how, I pray? for that goes hard. 80

Tra. 'Tis death for any one in Mantua To come to Padua. Know you not the cause? Your ships are stay'd at Venice; and the Duke, For private quarrel 'twixt your duke and him, Hath publish'd and proclaim'd it openly: 85 'Tis marvel, but that you are but newly come, You might have heard it else proclaim'd about.

Ped. Alas, sir, it is worse for me than so! For I have bills for money by exchange From Florence, and must here deliver them. 90

Tra. Well, sir, to do you courtesy, This will I do, and this I will advise you: First, tell me, have you ever been at Pisa?

Ped. Ay, sir, in Pisa have I often been; Pisa renowned for grave citizens. 95

Tra. Among them know you one Vincentio?

Ped. I know him not, but I have heard of him; A merchant of incomparable wealth.

Tra. He is my father, sir; and, sooth to say, In countenance somewhat doth resemble you. 100

Bion. As much as an apple doth an oyster, and all one. [Aside.

Tra. To save your life in this extremity, This favour will I do you for his sake; And think it not the worst of all your fortunes That you are like to Sir Vincentio. 105 His name and credit shall you undertake, And in my house you shall be friendly lodged: Look that you take upon you as you should; You understand me, sir: so shall you stay Till you have done your business in the city: 110 If this be courtesy, sir, accept of it.

Ped. O sir, I do; and will repute you ever The patron of my life and liberty.

Tra. Then go with me to make the matter good. This, by the way, I let you understand; 115 My father is here look'd for every day, To pass assurance of a dower in marriage 'Twixt me and one Baptista's daughter here: In all these circumstances I'll instruct you: Go with me to clothe you as becomes you. [Exeunt. 120

LINENOTES:

SCENE II.] Steevens. ACT V. SCENE I. Pope. SCENE IV. Hanmer. ACT IV. SCENE I. Capell. See note (XVIII).

Padua] Pope.

Before B's house.] Theobald.

Enter T. and H.] Ff Q. Enter Lucentio and Bianca courting; and, on the opposite side, Tranio and Hortensio. Capell.

[1] that] om. S. Walker conj.

Mistress] om. Pope.

[4] Hor.] F2 F3 F4. Luc. F1 Q.

Sir, to satisfy you] Ff Q. To satisfy you, sir Pope. Signior, to satisfy you Anon conj.

have] om. Pope.

[5] [They stand by. Theobald.

... and Lucentio] Rowe.

[6, 8] Luc.] F2 F3 F4. Hor. F1 Q.

[7] What, master, read you? first] Theobald. What master read you first, Ff Q.

[8] to] of Rowe (ed. 2).

[10] [They retire backward. Theobald. [Court apart. Capell.

[11] Quick proceeders, marry] Marry, quick proceeders Capell.

Now, tell me] Tell me now Capell.

[11-13] Quick ... Lucentio] F1 Q F2. As prose in F3 F4.

[12] that your mistress] your mistress fair Capell.

[13] none] Rowe. me Ff Q.

in the] i'the Capell.

as] as her Capell.

[14] O] om. Capell.

[29] Never ... forswear her] om. Rowe.

[31] her] F3 F4. them F1 Q F2.

[33] Never] Ne'er Steevens.

with her] her Pope, wi'her S. Walker conj.

she would] she Pope. she'ld S. Walker conj.

[35] forsworn] forsworn her Rowe (ed. 2).

[36] oath,] Rowe. oath. Ff Q.

[38. hath] has F4.

[42] so] om. F2. thus Collier MS.

[44] Tra.] Tra. [passing to the other side]. Capell.

[45] 'longeth] Hanmer. longeth Ff Q.

[53] her] her too S. Walker conj.

[54] unto] Ff Q. into Warburton. to Heath conj.

[59] ACT V. SCENE II. Pope. SCENE V. Hanmer.

Enter B.] Enter B. running. Theobald.

[60] I am] I'm Pope.

[61] ancient angel] angel-merchant Steevens conj.

angel] Angel F1 F3 F4. Angell Q F2. engle Theobald. ayeul Becket conj. gentleman or gentle Mitford conj. morsel Staunton conj. ambler Collier (Collier MS.), antick Anon. conj. uncle Bubier conj.

coming] going Pope (ed. 2).

[63] mercatantè, or] Capell. marcantant or Ff Q. mercantant, or else Pope.

[65] surely] F1 Q. surly F2 F3 F4.

[66. And] om. Capell.

Tranio] om. S. Walker conj.

[69] give] give him Theobald.

[71] Take in] Theobald. Par. Take me F1 Q. Take me, F2 F3 F4. Partake or Take on Anon. conj.

Take ... and then] Partake your love within; Anon. conj.

[Exeunt L. and B.] Rowe.

[75] and] e'en Theobald conj.

[78] sir? marry] sir? Pope. sir, say you? Hanmer. sir? marry now Capell.

[81] in] of Hanmer.

[86] you are] you're Pope.

[91] courtesy] courtesy herein Capell.

[92] I will] will I Pope.

[100] countenance] count'nance F1 Q F3 F4. countnance F2.

[101] [Aside.] Rowe.

[105] like to Sir] so like to Collier MS. like, sir, to Staunton conj.

[110] the city] this city Capell conj.

[111] courtesy] court'sie Ff Q.

[117] dower] Warburton. dowre Ff Q. dowry Rowe.

[120] me] F1 Q. me, sir F2 F3 F4. See note (XIX).