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Petruchio, — — — — — Mr.

Baptista, — — — — — Mr.

HORTENSIO, — — — — — Mr.

Mustek-master f — — — — Mr.

Tailor, — — — — — — Mr.

BlONDELLO, 1 7?^^,- , , c * f Mr.

Pebro, / ^apt^^ia ^ Servants. ^ ^^
























Katharine, — — — — — Mrs. C. Kemble.

BiANCA, — — — — — — Mrs. Humphries,

Curtis, — — — — — — Mrs. Emery.

Ladies and Gentlemen,

Scene — Bapiista's House in Padua, and Petruchio's
Country house.





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Baptista's House,

A Hall.

£nter Baptista, Petruchio, — and Grumiq, who'

waits behind.

Bap, Thus have I, 'gainst ray own self-interest.
Repeated all the worst you 're to expect
From my shrewd daughter, Katharine :— if you '11

Maugre my plain and honest declaration,
You have my free consent, win her and wed her.

Pet, Signior Baptista, thus it stands with me.
Antonio, my father, is deceased :
You knew him well, and, knowing him, know me.
Left solely heir to all his lands and goods.
Which I have better'd, rather than decreased :
And I have thrust myself into the world.
Haply to wive and thrive, as best I may.
My business asketh haste, old signior,
And every day I cannot come to woo r
Let specialties be therefore drawn between us,
That covenants may be kept on either hand.

Bap, Yes, when the special thing is well obtain'd,
My daughter's love ; for that is all in all.

Pet, Why, that is nothing ; for I tell you, father,
[ am as peremptory, as she proud-minded ;

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And where two raging fires meet together,
They do consume the thing that feeds their fury.
Though httle 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 ;
For I am rough, and woo not like a babe.

Gru. Nay, look you, sir, he tells you flatly
what his mind is : Why, give him gold enough,
and marry him to a puppet, or an 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 withall. — You know him not.

Bap, And will you woo her, sir ?

Pet, Why came I hither, but to that intent ?
Think you, a little din can daunt my ears ?
Have I not, in my time, heard lions roar ?
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
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 chesnut in a farmer's fire ? —
Tush, tush ! fear boys with bugs.

Bap. Then, thou 'rt the man.
The man for Katharine, and her father too :
That shall she know, and know my mind at once*
I '11 portion her above her gentler sister.
New-married to Hortensio :
And, if, with scurril taunt, and squeamish pride.
She make a mouth, and will not taste her fortune,
I '11 turn her forth to seek it in the world ;
Nor henceforth shall she know her father's doors.

Pet, Say'st thou me so ? Then, as your daughter,
Is rich enough to be Petruchio's wife ;
Be she as curst as Socrates' Xantippe,
She moves me not a whit : — Were she as rough.
As are the swelling Adriatick seas,—


I come to wive it wealthily in Padua ;
If wealthily, then happily, in Padua.

Ba^. Well may'st thou woo, and happy be thy
speed !
But be thou arm'd for some unhappy words.

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

[Katharine and the Mustek- master make a Noist

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Mas. Help! help!

Kat, Out of the house, you scraping fool.

Tet, What noise is that ?

Baf, O, nothing ; this is nothing. —
My daughter, Katharine, and her musick-master ;
This is the third I 've had within this month :
She is an enemy to harmony.

Enter Musick-master^ with his Forehead hJoodj, and
a broken Lute in his Ha7id»

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

Mas, For fear, I promise you, if I do look pale.

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

Mas. I think, she'll sooner prove a soldier ;
Iron may hold with her, but never lutes.

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

Mas, Why, no ; for she halh 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,
Frets call you them ? — quoth she, — I '11 fret your

fool's cap :
And, with that word, she struck me on the head.
And through the instrument my pate made way ;
And there 1 stood, amazed for awhile.
As on a pillory, looking through the lute :
While she did call me rascal-fidler,

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And (wangling- Jack, with twenty such vile terms.
As she had studied to misvise me so.

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

Mas, I would not have another grapple with her.
To purchase Padua : For what is past,
I 'm paid sufficiently : if, at your leisure.
You think my broken fortunes, head, and lute,
Deserve some reparation, you know where
To inquire for me ; and so, good gentlemen,
I am your much
Disordered, broken- pated, humble servant.

\_Exit Musick-master.

Bap, What, are you mov*d, Petruchio ? Do you
flinch ?

Fit, I 'm more and more impatient, sir ; and long
To be a partner in these favourite pleasures.

Bap. O, by all means, sir. — Will you go with me,
Or shall I send my daughter Kate to you ?
- Pet, I pray you do, I will attend her here.

[Exit Baptist A.

Grumio, — retire, and wait my call within.

\_Exit Grumio.
Since that her father is so resolute,
1 '11 woo her with some spirit, when she comes : —
Say, that she rail— Why then, I 'II tell her plain.
She sings as sweetly as a nightingale : —
Say, that she frown, — I '11 say, she looks as clear
As morning roses, newly wash'd with dew : —
If she do bid me pack, I '11 give her thanks.
As though she bade me stay by her a week : —
If she deny to vred, I '11 crave the day
When I shall ask the banns, and when be marwed.
[Katharine ^w^/ Baptista TcvV^ow/.]

Kat, Sir, — father, — surely

Bap. Hence, Kate ! — ne'er tell me.

Pet, O, here she comes, — and now, Petruchio,


Enter Katharine.

Kat, How ? Turn'd adrift, nor know my father's
house ?
Reduc d to this, or none ? the maid's last prayer ?
Sent to be woo'd, like bear unto the stake ?
Trim wooing like to be ! — and he the bear ;
For I shall bait him. — Yet, the man 's a man.

Pef. Kate in a calm? — Maids must not be
wooers. —
Good morrow, Kate ; — for that 's your name, I hear.

Kat, Well have you heard, but impudently said :
They call me Katharine, that do talk of me.

Pet. You lie, in faith ; for you are call'd plain
And bonny Kate, — and sometimes Kate the curst.
But, Kate, — the prettiest Kate in Christendom, —
Take this of me, Kate of my consolation. —
Hearing thy mildness prais'd in every town.
Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded.
Thy affability, and bashful modesty,
Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs,
Myself am mov'd to woo thee for my wife.

Kat. Mov'd in good time ! Let him that mov'd you
Remove you hence : I knew you at the first,
You were a moveable.

Pet. A moveable ! Why, what 's that ?

Kat, A joint-stool.

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

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

Pet, Women are made to bear, and so are you.—
Alas, good Kate, I will not burden thee ;
For, knowing thee to be but young and light, — .

Kat. Too light, for such a swain as you to catch.


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

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

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


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

Pet, The fool knows where the honey lies, sweet

Kat. 'T is not for drones to taste.

Pet. That will I try.—

[Offers to I'iss her, — S/ie strikes kh?i.']
I swear, 1 '11 cufFyou, if yon strike again. —
Nay, come, Kate, come ; you must not look so sour.

Kat. How can 1 help it, when I see that face ?
But f '11 be shock'd no longer with the sight. [_Going.]

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

Kat, I chafe you, if I tarry ; let me go.

Pet. No, not a whit ; I find you passing gentle:
'Twas told me, you were rough, and coy, and sullen;
But now 1 find report a very liar :
Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look askance.
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.

Kat. This is beyond all patience : —

\_JValks backwards and forwards.']
Don't provoke me I

Pet, Why doth the world report that Kate doth
limp ?
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. —
Thou dost not limp : — So, let me see thee walk : —
Walk, walk, walk.

Kat. [She stops,'] Go, fool, and whom thou keep'st

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

Kat, Where did you study all this goodly speech ?

Pet. Study!—
It is extempore, from my mother- wit.


KaL A witty mother, witless else her son.

PeL Am I not wise ?

Kat, Yes, in your own conceit ;
Keep yourself warm with that, or else you Ml freeze.

Pet. Or rather, warm me in thy arms, my Kate I
And therefore, setting all this chat aside,
Thus, in plain terms, — Your father hath consented
That you shall be my wife; your dowry 'greed on ; —
And will you, nill you. Twill marry you.

Kat, Whether I will, or no ? — O, fortune's spite !

Pet, Nay, Kate, I am a husband, for your turn ;
For, by this light, whereby I see thy beauty, —
Thy beauty that doth make me love thee well, —
Thou must be married to no man but me ;
For I am he, that 's born to tame you, Kate.

Kat, That will admit dispute, my saucy groom.

Pet, Here comes your father : Never make denial ;
I must, and will, have Katharine to my wife.

Enter Baptist A.

Bap, Now, signior, now,-^how speed you with my
daughter ?

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

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

Kat, Call you me daughter ? Now, I promise you.
You *ve showM a tender fatherly regard,
To wish me wed to one half lunatick ;
A mad-cap ruffian, and a swearing jack.
That thinks with oaths to face the matter out.

Bap. Better this jack than starve ; and that *s your
portion, —

Pet, Father, 't is thus : Yourself, and all the world
Thai talk'd of her, have talk'd of her amiss ;
If she be curst, it is for policy ;
For she's not froward, but modest as the dove,^
She is uot hot, but temperate as the morn ;
For patience, she will prove a second Grissel ;


And, to conclude, we *greed so well together.
We've fix'd lo-morrow for the wedding-day.

Kat, I '11 see thee hang'd to-morrow, first. — To-
morrow !

Bap, Petruchio, hark: — She says, she'll see thee
hang'd first.

Fet. What 's that to you ?
If she and I be pleas'd, what 's that to you ?
*T is bargain'd 'twixt us twain, being alone.
That she shall still h^ curst in company.

Kat. \_Ashie.'] A plague upon his impudence ! I 'in
vex'd —
I'll marry my revenge, but 1 will tame him.

Fet. I tell you, 't is incredible to believe
How much she loves me. O, the kindest Kate !
She hung about my neck, and kiss on kiss
She vy'd so fast, protesting oath on oath,
That, in a twink, she won me to her love.
O, you are novices ! 'T is a world to see
How tame, when men and women are alone. —
Give me thy hand, Kate. — I will now away.
To buy apparel for my gentle bride.
Father, provide the feast, and bid the guests.

Bap, What dost thou say, my Katharine ? Give thy

Kat, Never to man shall Katharine give her hand;
Here 't is, — and let him take it, an he dare.

Bet, Were it the fore-foot of an angry bear,
1 'd shake it off; but, as it 's Kate's, I kiss it.

Kat, You '11 kiss it closer, ere our moon be wan'd.

Bap. Heaven send you joy, Petruchio ! — 't is a

Bet, Father, and wife, adieu ! I must away
Unto my country-house, and stir my grooms,
Scower off their country rust, and make 'em fine.
For the reception of my Katharine.
We will have rings, and things, and fine array, —
To-morrow, Kate, shall be our wedding-day.

\Exit Petruchio.

Bap. Well, daughter, though the man be somewhat


And thereto frantick, yet his means are great :
Thou hast done well to seize the first kind offer;
For, by thy mother's soul, 't will be the last.

Kat, My duty, sir, hath followed your command.

Bap, Art thou in earnest ? Hast no trick behind ?
I '11 take thee at thy word, and send to invite
My son-in-law, Hortensio, and thy sister.
And all our friends, to grace thy nuptials, Kate.

\_Exa Baptista,

Kat, Why, yes ; sister Bianca now shall see,
The poor abandoned Katharine, as she calls me,
Can make her husband stoop unto her lure.
And hold her head as high, and be as proud.
As she, or e'er a wife in Padua.
As double as my portion be my scorn !
Look to your seat, Petruchio, or I throw you :
Katharine shall tame this haggard ; or, if she fails,
Shall tie her tongue up, and pare down her nails^



ACT 11.

Baptistas House,

A Hall

jB«/^r Katharine, Bianca, Baptista, Hortensio,

Gentlemen and Ladies.

Bap, SiGNiOR Hortensio, this is the appointed day.
That Katharine and Petruchio should be married i
And yet we hear not of our son-in-law.
What says Hortensio to this shame of ours ?

Kat, No shame but mine ; I must, forsooth, be
To give my hand, oppos'd against my hearty
Unto a mad-brain rudesby^ full of spleeu.


Who woo'd in haste, and means to wed at leisure.
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.

Bia. Such hasty matches seldom end in good.

Hor, Patience, good Katharine, and Bianca 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 withall he 's honest.

KaL ' Would I had never seen his honesty ! —

! I could tear my flesh for very madness.

[£^// Katharine.
Bap, Follow your sister, girl, and comfort her.

\_Exii BlANCA.

1 cannot blame thee now, to weep and rage ;
For such an injury would vex a saint ;
Much more a shrew of thy impatient humour.

Enter Biondello.

Bio. Master, master, news; and such news as you
never heard of.

Bap. Is Petruchio come ?

B'lo. Why, no, sir.

Bap, What then ?

Bio, He is coming : But how ? Why, in a new hat,
and an old jerkin ; a pair of old breeches, thrice
turn'd : a pair of boots that have been candle-cases,
one buckled, another lac'd ; an old rusty sword, ta'en
out of the town-armoury, with a broken hilt, and
chapeless : His horse hipp'd with an old mothy saddle,
the stirrups of no kindred ; besides, possessed with the
glanders, and like to mose in the chme, troubled with
the lampass, infected with' the farcy, full of wind-
galls, sped with spavins, raied with the yellows, past
cure of the fives, stark spoiled with the staggers, be-
gnawn with the bots, sway'd in the back, and shoulder-
shotten, near-legg'd before; and v^'ith a half-check'd
bit, and a head-stall of sheep- leather, which, being


restrained, to keep him from stumbling, hath been
often burst, and now repaired with knots ; one girt
six times piec'd, and a woman's crupper of velure,
which hath two letters for her name, fairly set down
in studs, and, here and there, piec'd wuh pack-

Bap. Who comes with him ?

Bio. O, sir, his lacquey, for all the world capari-
grn'd like the horse; with a linen stock on one leg,
and a kersey boot-hose on the other, garter'd with a
red and blue list ; an old hat, and the humour of
forty fancies prick'd upon it for a feather: — A monster,
a very monster, in apparel ; and not like a christian
foot -boy, or a gentleman's lacquey.

[Petrcjchio without.^

Pel. Holla ! Holla !


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

Efiter Petruchio, and Grvmio, fa7ii as tically hahited.

Pet. Hoa I — Where be these gallants ? Who is at
home ?

Bap. You 're welcome, sir.

Pet. Well am 1 come then, sir.

Bap. Not so -well 'parell'd, as I wish you were.

PeL Why, were it better, I should rush in thus. —
But where is Kate ? Where is ray lovely bride ?—
How does my father ? Gentles, methinks, you frown ;
And wherefore gaze this goodly company,
As if they saw some wonderous monument,
Some comet, or unusual prodigy ?

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

Hor. And tell us, what occasion of imporl
Hath all so long dctain'd you from your wife ;
And sent you hither so unlike yourself.


Pet, Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear :
Let it suffice, I 'm come to keep my w6rd.
But where is Kate ? I stay too long from her ;
The morning wears ; 't is time we were at church.

Hor, See not your bride in these un reverend robes ;
Go to my chamber, put on clothes of mine.

Fet. Not I, believe me; thus 1*11 visit her.

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

PeL Goodsooth, even thus ; therefore ha* done with
words :
To me she 's married, not unto my clothes :
Could I repair what she will wear in me.
As I could change these poor accoutrements,
'T were well for Kate, and better for myself.
But what a fool am I, to chat with you,
When T should bid good-morrow to ray bride.
And seal the title with a loving kiss !
What ho ! my Kate ! my Kate !

\_Exit Petruchio.

Gru, What ho ! why Kate ! why Kate !

\_Exit Grumio.

Hor, He hath some meaning in this mad attire.

Bap, Let 's after him, and see the event of this.


Etiter Grumio.

Gru, He 's gone swearing to church with her. I
would sooner have led her to the gallows. If he can
but hold it, 'tis well: — And, if I know any thing of my-
self and my master, no two men were ever born with
such qualities to tame women. — When madam goes
home, we must look for another-guise master than we
have had. We shall see old coil between 'em. — If I
can spy into futurity a little, there will be much clatter
among the moveables, and some practice for the sur-
geons. — By this, the parson has given 'em his license
to fall together by the ears.


Enier Pedro hastily ^

Ved. Gnimio, your master bid me find you out, and
speed you to his country-house, to prepare for his re-
ception ; and, if he finds not things as he expects 'em,
according to the directions that he gave you, you
know, he says, what follows: I'his message he deli-
ver'd before his bride, even in her way to church, and
shook his whip in token of his love. *

Gru, I understand it, sir ; and will convey the
same token to my horse immediately, that he may
take to his heels, in order to save my bones, and his
own ribs.

\Exit Grumio running.

Fed, So odd a master, and so lit a man.
Were never seen in Padua before.

Enter Biondello hastily.

Now, Biondello, came you from the church ?

Bio, As willingly as e*er I came from school.

Fed, And is the bride, and bridegroom, coming
home ?

Bio, A bridegroom, say you ? 'T is a groom, indeed,
A grumbling groom ; and that the girl shall find.

Fed, Curs'der than she? Why, 'tis impossible.

Bio. Why, he's a devil : — A devil ? — a very fiend.

Fed, Why, she's a devil : — A devil ? — the deviPs

Bio. Tut ! she *s a lamb, a dove, a fool, to him.
I '11 tell you, brother Pedro : When the priest
Should ask, if Katharine should be his wife,
Ay, by gogs-wounds, quoth he; and swore so loud.
That, all amaz'd, the priest let fall his book ;
And, as he stoop'd to take it up again.
This 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.

Fed. What said the wench, when he rose up again ?-

Bio, Trembled and shook: — For why? — He
stamped and swore,



As if the vicar went to cozen him.

But, after many ceremonies done,

He calls for wine : — A health, quoth he ; — as if

He 'd been aboard carousing to his mates

After a storm ; — quafFt off the muscadel.

And threw the sops all in the sexton's face ;

Having no other cause, but that his beard

Grew thin and hungerly, and seem'd to ask

His sops, as he was drinking. 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 echo'd ; and I, seeing this.

Came thence for very shame ; and after me

I know the rout is coming. —

[Ml/sick w'uhouL~\
Hark, hark, I hear the minstrels play. —
Such a mad marriage never was before.

[Exeimt Pedro and Biondello*

Enter Gentlemen, Ladies, Bianca, Hortensio, Bap-
TiSTA, Petruchio, si?igmg and dancing, Katha-
rine, Ladies and Gentlemen,

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

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

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

Hor, Let me entreat you, stay till after dinner.



Pet, It may not be.

Bio, Let me entreat you, that my sister stay ;
I came on purpose to attend the wedding,
And pass this day in mirth and festival.

Pet, It cannot be.

Kat, Let me entreat you.

Pet. I am content.

Kat, x\re you content to stay ? H

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

Kat, Now, if you love me, stay.

Pet, My horses, there ! What, ho, ray horses, there !

Kat, Nay then,
Do what thou canst, I will not go to-day;
No, nor to-morrow ; nor till I please myself.
The door is open, sir ; there lies your way ;
You may be jogging, while your boots are green :
For me, I '11 not go, till I please myself. —
'T is like, you '11 prove a jolly surly groom.
To take it on you at the first so roundly.

Bap, Nay, Kate, content thee : ' Pr'ythee, be not
, Kat. I will be angry ;—
Father, be quiet ; he shall stay my leisure.

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


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