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The Taming of the Shrew begins with an “induction” in which a nobleman plays a trick on a beggar, Christopher Sly, treating Sly as if he is a nobleman who has lost his memory. A play is staged for Sly—the play that we know as The Taming of the Shrew.
In the play, set in Padua, Lucentio and other suitors pursue Bianca, but are told by her father, Baptista, that her bad-tempered older sister, Katherine, must marry first. They encourage Petruchio, who has come to Padua to find a wealthy wife, to court Katherine and free Bianca to marry.
Petruchio negotiates marriage terms with Baptista, then has a stormy meeting with Katherine, after which he assures Baptista that the two have agreed to marry. Petruchio arrives late to their wedding dressed in strange clothes; he behaves rudely and carries Katherine away before the wedding dinner. At his home, he embarks on a plan to “tame” Katherine as one would tame a wild hawk. Starved and kept without sleep, Katherine eventually agrees with everything Petruchio says, however absurd. He takes her back to Padua, where they attend Bianca’s wedding. There Katherine proves more obedient to her husband than the other wives, whom she chastises before she and Petruchio go off to consummate their marriage.
INDUCTION
Scene 1
in the chronicles . We came in with Richard Conqueror .
Therefore , paucas pallabris , let the world
slide . Sessa !
burst ?
thy cold bed and warm thee .
headborough .
by law . I’ll not budge an inch , boy . Let him come ,
and kindly .
his train .
Breathe Merriman ( the poor cur is embossed )
And couple Clowder with the deep-mouthed 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 !
[9]IND. SC. 1
He cried upon it at the merest loss ,
And twice today picked out the dullest scent .
Trust me , I take him for the better dog .
I would esteem him worth a dozen such .
But sup them well , and look unto them all .
Tomorrow I intend to hunt again .
breathe .
This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly .
Grim death , how foul and loathsome is thine image !
Sirs , I will practice on this drunken man .
What think you , if he were conveyed to bed ,
Wrapped 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 ?
Then take him up , and manage well the jest .
[11] IND. SC. 1 Carry him gently to my fairest chamber ,
And hang it round with all my wanton pictures ;
Balm his foul head in warm distillèd 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
And , with a low , submissive reverence ,
Say ‘What is it your Honor will command ?’
Let one attend him with a silver basin
Full of rosewater and bestrewed with flowers ,
Another bear the ewer , the third a diaper ,
And say ‘Will ’t please your Lordship cool your
hands ?’
Someone 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 .
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
If it be husbanded with modesty .
As he shall think by our true diligence
He is no less than what we say he is .
And each one to his office when he wakes .
Sirrah , go see what trumpet ’tis that sounds .
[13] IND. SC. 1 Belike some noble gentleman that means
( Traveling some journey ) to repose him here .
How now ? Who is it ?
That offer service to your Lordship .
Now , fellows , you are welcome .
Since once he played a farmer’s eldest son . —
’Twas where you wooed the gentlewoman so well .
I have forgot your name , but sure that part
Was aptly fitted and naturally performed .
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 .
There is a lord will hear you play tonight ;
But I am doubtful of your modesties ,
Lest , over-eying of his odd behavior
( For yet his Honor never heard a play ) ,
You break into some merry passion ,
And so offend him . For I tell you , sirs ,
If you should smile , he grows impatient .
[15]IND. SC. 1
Were he the veriest antic in the world .
And give them friendly welcome every one .
Let them want nothing that my house affords .
Sirrah , go you to Bartholomew , my page ,
And see him dressed in all suits like a lady .
That done , conduct him to the drunkard’s chamber ,
And call him ‘Madam ,’ do him obeisance .
Tell him from me , as he will win my love ,
He bear himself with honorable action ,
Such as he hath observed in noble ladies
Unto their lords , by them accomplishèd .
Such duty to the drunkard let him do
With soft low tongue and lowly courtesy ,
And say ‘What is ’t your Honor will command ,
Wherein your lady and your humble wife
May show her duty and make known her love ?’
And then with kind embracements , tempting kisses ,
And with declining head into his bosom ,
Bid him shed tears , as being overjoyed
To see her noble lord restored to health ,
Who , for this seven years , hath esteemed him
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 conveyed )
Shall in despite enforce a watery eye .
See this dispatched with all the haste thou canst .
Anon I’ll give thee more instructions .
I know the boy will well usurp the grace ,
[17] IND. SC. 2 Voice , gait , and action of a gentlewoman .
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
Which otherwise would grow into extremes .
Scene 2
Attendants , some with apparel , basin and ewer , and
other appurtenances , and Lord dressed as an Attendant .
‘Lordship .’ I ne’er drank sack in my life . An 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 my toes look
through the over-leather .
O , that a mighty man of such descent ,
Of such possessions , and so high esteem
Should be infusèd with so foul a spirit !
[19]IND. SC. 2
Sly , old Sly’s son of Burton Heath , by birth a
peddler , by education a cardmaker , by transmutation
a bearherd , and now by present profession a
tinker ? Ask Marian Hacket , the fat alewife of Wincot ,
if she know me not ! If she say I am not fourteen
pence on the score for sheer ale , score me up for the
lying’st knave in Christendom . What , I am not
bestraught ! Here’s —
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 .
Look how thy servants do attend on thee ,
Each in his office ready at thy beck .
Wilt thou have music ? Hark , Apollo plays ,
And twenty cagèd nightingales do sing .
Or wilt thou sleep ? We’ll have thee to a couch
Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed
On purpose trimmed up for Semiramis .
Say thou wilt walk , we will bestrew the ground .
Or wilt thou ride ? Thy horses shall be trapped ,
Their harness studded all with gold and pearl .
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 .
As breathèd stags , ay , fleeter than the roe .
[21]IND. SC. 2
Adonis painted by a running brook ,
And Cytherea all in sedges hid ,
Which seem to move and wanton with her breath ,
Even as the waving sedges play with wind .
And how she was beguilèd and surprised ,
As lively painted as the deed was done .
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 .
Thou hast a lady far more beautiful
Than any woman in this waning age .
Like envious floods o’errun her lovely face ,
She was the fairest creature in the world —
And yet she is inferior to none .
Or do I dream ? Or have I dreamed till now ?
I do not sleep : I see , I hear , I speak ,
I smell sweet savors , and I feel soft things .
Upon my life , I am a lord indeed
And not a tinker , nor Christopher Sly .
Well , bring our lady hither to our sight ,
And once again a pot o’ the smallest ale .
O , how we joy to see your wit restored !
[23] IND. SC. 2 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 .
But did I never speak of all that time ?
For though you lay here in this goodly chamber ,
Yet would you say you were beaten out of door ,
And rail upon the hostess of the house ,
And say you would present her at the leet
Because she brought stone jugs and no sealed
quarts .
Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket .
Nor no such men as you have reckoned up ,
As Stephen Sly and old John Naps of Greete ,
And Peter Turph and Henry Pimpernell ,
And twenty more such names and men as these ,
Which never were , nor no man ever saw .
Where is my wife ?
My men should call me ‘lord .’ I am your goodman .
[25]IND. SC. 2
I am your wife in all obedience .
And slept above some fifteen year or more .
Being all this time abandoned from your bed .
Madam , undress you , and come now to bed .
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 ,
That I should yet absent me from your bed .
I hope this reason stands for my excuse .
I would be loath to fall into my dreams again . I will
therefore tarry in despite of the flesh and the
blood .
Are come to play a pleasant comedy ,
For so your doctors hold it very meet ,
[27] IND. SC. 2 Seeing too much sadness hath congealed your
blood ,
And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy .
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 .
Is not a comonty a Christmas gambold or a tumbling
trick ?
side , and let the world slip . We shall ne’er be
younger .
[31]
ACT 1
Scene 1
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 armed
With his goodwill 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 , renownèd for grave citizens ,
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
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 .
Tell me thy mind , for I have Pisa left
And am to Padua come , as he that leaves
[33] ACT 1. SC. 1 A shallow plash to plunge him in the deep
And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst .
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 ,
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 practice rhetoric in your common talk ;
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 .
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 .
Bianca ; Gremio , a pantaloon , and Hortensio , suitors
to Bianca .
But stay awhile ! What company is this ?
For how I firmly am resolved you know :
[35] ACT 1. SC. 1 That is , not to bestow my youngest daughter
Before I have a husband for the elder .
If either of you both love Katherine ,
Because I know you well and love you well ,
Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure .
There , there , Hortensio , will you any wife ?
To make a stale of me amongst these mates ?
you ,
Unless you were of gentler , milder mold .
Iwis it is not halfway to her heart .
But if it were , doubt not her care should be
To comb your noddle with a three-legged stool
And paint your face and use you like a fool .
That wench is stark mad or wonderful froward .
Maid’s mild behavior and sobriety .
Peace , Tranio .
What I have said — Bianca , get you in ,
[37] ACT 1. SC. 1 And let it not displease thee , good Bianca ,
For I will love thee ne’er the less , my girl .
Put finger in the eye , an she knew why .
Sir , to your pleasure humbly I subscribe .
My books and instruments shall be my company ,
On them to look and practice by myself .
Sorry am I that our goodwill effects
Bianca’s grief .
Signior Baptista , for this fiend of hell ,
And make her bear the penance of her tongue ?
Go in , 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 ,
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 . — Katherine , you may stay ,
For I have more to commune with Bianca .
What , shall I be appointed hours as though , belike ,
I knew not what to take and what to leave ? Ha !
[39]ACT 1. SC. 1
so 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 delights , I will
wish him to her father .
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 in Bianca’s love ) to
labor and effect one thing specially .
though her father be very rich , any man is so very a
fool to be married to hell ?
and mine to endure her loud alarums , why ,
man , there be good fellows in the world , an a man
could light on them , would take her with all faults ,
and money enough .
with this condition : to be whipped at the high cross
every morning .
rotten 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 the
ring . How say you , Signior Gremio ?
[41]ACT 1. SC. 1
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 .
Tranio and Lucentio remain onstage .
That love should of a sudden take such hold ?
I never thought it possible or likely .
But see , while idly I stood looking on ,
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 ,
If I achieve not this young modest girl .
Counsel me , Tranio , for I know thou canst .
Assist me , Tranio , for I know thou wilt .
Affection is not rated from the heart .
If love have touched you , naught remains but so :
Redime te captum quam queas minimo .
The rest will comfort , for thy counsel’s sound .
Perhaps you marked not what’s the pith of all .
Such as the daughter of Agenor had ,
That made great Jove to humble him to her hand
When with his knees he kissed the Cretan strand .
[43]ACT 1. SC. 1
Began to scold and raise up such a storm
That mortal ears might hardly endure the din ?
And with her breath she did perfume the air .
Sacred and sweet was all I saw in her .
I pray , awake , sir ! If you love the maid ,
Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her . Thus it
stands :
Her elder sister is so curst and shrewd
That till the father rid his hands of her ,
Master , your love must live a maid at home ,
And therefore has he closely mewed her up ,
Because she will not be annoyed with suitors .
But art thou not advised he took some care
To get her cunning schoolmasters to instruct her ?
Both our inventions meet and jump in one .
And undertake the teaching of the maid :
That’s your device .
[45] ACT 1. SC. 1 And be in Padua here Vincentio’s son ,
Keep house , and ply his book , welcome his friends ,
Visit his countrymen and banquet them ?
We have not yet been seen in any house ,
Nor can we be distinguished by our faces
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 .
’Tis hatched , and shall be so . Tranio , at once
Uncase thee . Take my colored hat and cloak .
When Biondello comes , he waits on thee ,
But I will charm him first to keep his tongue .
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 ) ,
I am content to be Lucentio ,
Because so well I love Lucentio .
And let me be a slave , t’ achieve that maid
Whose sudden sight hath thralled my wounded eye .
Here comes the rogue . — Sirrah , where have you
been ?
[47] ACT 1. SC. 1 Master , has my fellow Tranio stolen your clothes ?
Or you stolen his ? Or both ? Pray , what’s the news ?
And therefore frame your manners to the time .
Your fellow , Tranio here , to save my life ,
Puts my apparel and my count’nance on ,
And I for my escape have put on his ;
For in a quarrel since I came ashore
I killed 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 ?
Tranio is changed into Lucentio .
That Lucentio indeed had Baptista’s youngest
daughter .
But , sirrah , not for my sake , but your master’s , I
advise
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 .
thyself execute , to make one among these wooers . If
thou ask me why , sufficeth my reasons are both
good and weighty .
[49]ACT 1. SC. 2
Comes there any more of it ?
Would ’twere done .
Scene 2
To see my friends in Padua , but of all
My best belovèd and approvèd friend ,
Hortensio . And I trow this is his house .
Here , sirrah Grumio , knock , I say .
any man has rebused your Worship ?
that I should knock you here , sir ?
And rap me well , or I’ll knock your knave’s pate .
you first ,
And then I know after who comes by the worst .
Faith , sirrah , an you’ll not knock , I’ll ring it .
I’ll try how you can sol , fa , and sing it .
villain .
[51]ACT 1. SC. 2
friend Grumio and my good friend Petruchio ? How
do you all at Verona ?
Con tutto il cuore ben trovato , may I say .
honorato signor mio Petruchio . — Rise , Grumio ,
rise . We will compound this quarrel .
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 . 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 knocked at first ,
Then had not Grumio come by the worst .
I bade the rascal knock upon your gate
And could not get him for my heart to do it .
these words plain : ‘Sirrah , knock me here , rap me
here , knock me well , and knock me soundly’ ? And
come you now with ‘knocking at the gate’ ?
Why , this’ a heavy chance ’twixt him and you ,
Your ancient , trusty , pleasant servant Grumio .
And tell me now , sweet friend , what happy gale
Blows you to Padua here from old Verona ?
[53] ACT 1. SC. 2 To seek their fortunes farther than at home ,
Where small experience grows . But in a few ,
Signior Hortensio , thus it stands with me :
Antonio , my father , is deceased ,
And I have thrust myself into this maze ,
Happily to wive and thrive , as best I may .
Crowns in my purse I have and goods at home ,
And so am come abroad to see the world .
And wish thee to a shrewd ill-favored wife ?
Thou ’dst thank me but a little for my counsel —
And yet I’ll promise thee she shall be rich ,
And very rich . But thou ’rt too much my friend ,
And I’ll not wish thee to her .
Few words suffice . And therefore , if thou know
One rich enough to be Petruchio’s wife
( 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
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 .
flatly what his mind 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 .
[55] ACT 1. SC. 2 I will continue that I broached 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 ,
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 .
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 .
An affable and courteous gentleman .
Her name is Katherina Minola ,
Renowned in Padua for her scolding tongue .
And he knew my deceasèd father well .
I will not sleep , Hortensio , till I see her ,
And therefore let me be thus bold with you
To give you over at this first encounter —
Unless you will accompany me thither .
the humor lasts . O’ my word , an she knew him as
well as I do , she would think 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 more eyes to see withal than a cat .
You know him not , sir .
[57]ACT 1. SC. 2
For in Baptista’s keep my treasure is .
He hath the jewel of my life in hold ,
His youngest daughter , beautiful Bianca ,
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 Katherina will be wooed .
Therefore this order hath Baptista ta’en ,
That none shall have access unto Bianca
Till Katherine the curst have got a husband .
A title for a maid , of all titles the worst .
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 ,
Have leave and leisure to make love to her
And unsuspected court her by herself .
folks , how the young folks lay their heads together !
schoolmaster .
Master , master , look about you . Who goes there , ha ?
Petruchio , stand by awhile .
[59]ACT 1. SC. 2
Hark you , sir , I’ll have them very fairly bound ,
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 .
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 ?
As for my patron , stand you so assured ,
As firmly as yourself were still in place ,
Yea , and perhaps with more successful words
Than you — unless you were a scholar , sir .
God save you , Signior Gremio .
Trow you whither I am going ? To Baptista Minola .
I promised to enquire carefully
About a schoolmaster for the fair Bianca ,
And by good fortune I have lighted well
On this young man , for learning and behavior
Fit for her turn , well read in poetry
And other books — good ones , I warrant you .
[61] ACT 1. SC. 2 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 .
Listen to me , and if you speak me fair
I’ll tell you news indifferent good for either .
Here is a gentleman whom by chance I met ,
Upon agreement from us to his liking ,
Will undertake to woo curst Katherine ,
Yea , and to marry her , if her dowry please .
Hortensio , have you told him all her faults ?
If that be all , masters , I hear no harm .
My father dead , my fortune lives for me ,
And I do hope good days and long to see .
But if you have a stomach , to ’t , i’ God’s name !
You shall have me assisting you in all .
But will you woo this wildcat ?
[63]ACT 1. SC. 2
Think you a little din can daunt mine ears ?
Have I not in my time heard lions roar ?
Have I not heard the sea , puffed up with winds ,
Rage like an angry boar chafèd with sweat ?
Have I not heard great ordnance in the field
And heaven’s artillery thunder in the skies ?
Have I not in a pitchèd 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 chestnut in a farmer’s fire ?
Tush , tush , fear boys with bugs !
This gentleman is happily arrived ,
My mind presumes , for his own good and yours .
And bear his charge of wooing whatsoe’er .
Tell me , I beseech you , which is the readiest way
To the house of Signior Baptista Minola ?
he you mean ?
[65]ACT 1. SC. 2
Are you a suitor to the maid you talk of , yea or no ?
For me , as for you ?
That she’s the choice love of Signior Gremio .
Do me this right : hear me with patience .
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 .
Then well one more may fair Bianca have .
And so she shall . Lucentio shall make one ,
Though Paris came in hope to speed alone .
[67]ACT 1. SC. 2
Did you yet ever see Baptista’s daughter ?
The one as famous for a scolding tongue
As is the other for beauteous modesty .
And let it be more than Alcides’ twelve .
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 .
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
Will not so graceless be to be ingrate .
And since you do profess to be a suitor ,
You must , as we do , gratify this gentleman ,
To whom we all rest generally beholding .
[69]ACT 1. SC. 2
Please you 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 .
Petruchio , I shall be your ben venuto .
[73]
ACT 2
Scene 1
To make a bondmaid and a slave of me .
That I disdain . But for these other goods —
Unbind my hands , I’ll pull them off myself ,
Yea , all my raiment to my petticoat ,
Or what you will command me will I do ,
So well I know my duty to my elders .
Whom thou lov’st best . See thou dissemble not .
I never yet beheld that special face
Which I could fancy more than any other .
I’ll plead for you myself , but you shall have him .
You will have Gremio to keep you fair .
[75]ACT 2. SC. 1
Nay , then , you jest , and now I well perceive
You have but jested with me all this while .
I prithee , sister Kate , untie my hands .
insolence ? —
Bianca , stand aside . — Poor girl , she weeps !
spirit !
Why dost thou wrong her that did ne’er wrong
thee ?
When did she cross thee with a bitter word ?
She is your treasure , she must have a husband ,
I must dance barefoot on her wedding day
And , for your love to her , lead apes in hell .
Talk not to me . I will go sit and weep
Till I can find occasion of revenge .
But who comes here ?
[77]ACT 2. SC. 1
in the habit of a mean man ; Petruchio with
Hortensio disguised as Litio ; and Tranio disguised
as Lucentio , with his boy , Biondello bearing a lute
and books .
save you , gentlemen .
Called Katherina , fair and virtuous ?
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 behavior ,
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 ,
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 Litio , born in Mantua .
[79] ACT 2. SC. 1 But for my daughter Katherine , this I know ,
She is not for your turn , the more my grief .
Or else you like not of my company .
Whence are you , sir ? What may I call your name ?
A man well known throughout all Italy .
Let us that are poor petitioners speak too !
Bacare , you are marvelous forward .
doing .
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 , disguised as Cambio that hath
been long studying at Rheims , as cunning in Greek ,
Latin , and other languages as the other in music and
mathematics . His name is Cambio . Pray accept his
service .
good Cambio .
gentle sir , methinks you walk like a stranger . May I
be so bold to know the cause of your coming ?
[81]ACT 2. SC. 1
That being a stranger in this city here
Do make myself a suitor to your daughter ,
Unto Bianca , fair and virtuous .
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
And free access and favor 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 .
I know him well . You are very welcome , sir .
You shall go see your pupils presently .
Holla , within !
Sirrah , lead these gentlemen
To my daughters , and tell them both
These are their tutors . Bid them use them well .
We will go walk a little in the orchard ,
And then to dinner . You are passing welcome ,
And so I pray you all to think yourselves .
[83]ACT 2. SC. 1
And every day I cannot come to woo .
You knew my father well , and in him me ,
Left solely heir to all his lands and goods ,
Which I have bettered rather than decreased .
Then tell me , if I get your daughter’s love ,
What dowry shall I have with her to wife ?
And , in possession , twenty thousand crowns .
Her widowhood , be it that she survive me ,
In all my lands and leases whatsoever .
Let specialties be therefore drawn between us ,
That covenants may be kept on either hand .
That is , her love , for that is all in all .
I am as peremptory as she proud-minded ;
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 ,
For I am rough and woo not like a babe .
But be thou armed for some unhappy words .
That shakes not , though they blow perpetually .
[85]ACT 2. SC. 1
Iron may hold with her , but never lutes .
I did but tell her she mistook her frets ,
And bowed her hand to teach her fingering ,
When , with a most impatient devilish spirit ,
‘‘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 amazèd for a while ,
As on a pillory , looking through the lute ,
While she did call me ‘rascal fiddler ,’
And ‘twangling Jack ,’ with twenty such vile terms ,
As had she studied to misuse me so .
I love her ten times more than ere I did .
O , how I long to have some chat with her !
Proceed in practice with my younger daughter .
She’s apt to learn , and thankful for good turns . —
Signior Petruchio , will you go with us ,
Or shall I send my daughter Kate to you ?
[87]ACT 2. SC. 1
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 .
Say that she frown , I’ll say she looks as clear
As morning roses newly washed with dew .
Say she be mute and will not speak a word ,
Then I’ll commend her volubility
And say she uttereth piercing eloquence .
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 marrièd .
But here she comes — and now , Petruchio , speak .
Good morrow , Kate , for that’s your name , I hear .
They call me Katherine that do talk of me .
And bonny Kate , and sometimes Kate the curst .
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 ,
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 .
hither
[89] ACT 2. SC. 1 Remove you hence . I knew you at the first
You were a movable .
For knowing thee to be but young and light —
And yet as heavy as my weight should be .
buzzard .
[91]ACT 2. SC. 1
In his tail .
Nay , come again , good Kate . I am a gentleman —
If you strike me , you are no gentleman ,
And if no gentleman , why then no arms .
[93]ACT 2. SC. 1
’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 springtime flowers .
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 .
Why does the world report that Kate doth limp ?
O sland’rous world ! Kate like the hazel twig
Is straight , and slender , and as brown in hue
As hazelnuts , and sweeter than the kernels .
O , let me see thee walk ! Thou dost not halt .
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 .
[95]ACT 2. SC. 1
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 , I will marry you .
Now , Kate , I am a husband for your turn ,
For by this light , whereby I see thy beauty ,
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 .
Here comes your father . Never make denial .
I must and will have Katherine to my wife .
daughter ?
It were impossible I should speed amiss .
dumps ?
You have showed a tender fatherly regard ,
To wish me wed to one half lunatic ,
A madcap ruffian and a swearing Jack ,
That thinks with oaths to face the matter out .
[97]ACT 2. SC. 1
That talked of her have talked amiss of her .
If she be curst , it is for policy ,
For she’s not froward , but modest as the dove ;
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 .
hanged first .
then , goodnight our part .
If she and I be pleased , what’s that to you ?
’Tis bargained ’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
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 . —
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 Katherine shall be fine .
God send you joy , Petruchio . ’Tis a match .
[99]ACT 2. SC. 1
I will to Venice . Sunday comes apace .
We will have rings , and things , and fine array ,
And kiss me , Kate . We will be married o’ Sunday .
through different doors .
And venture madly on a desperate mart .
’Twill bring you gain , or perish on the seas .
But now , Baptista , to your younger daughter .
Now is the day we long have lookèd for .
I am your neighbor and was suitor first .
Than words can witness or your thoughts can guess .
Skipper , stand back . ’Tis age that nourisheth .
[101]ACT 2. SC. 1
’Tis deeds must win the prize , and he of both
That can assure my daughter greatest dower
Shall have my Bianca’s love .
Say , Signior Gremio , what can you assure her ?
Is richly furnishèd with plate and gold ,
Basins and ewers to lave her dainty hands ;
My hangings all of Tyrian tapestry ;
In ivory coffers I have stuffed my crowns ,
In cypress chests my arras counterpoints ,
Costly apparel , tents , and canopies ,
Fine linen , Turkey cushions bossed with pearl ,
Valance of Venice gold in needlework ,
Pewter and brass , and all things that belongs
To house or housekeeping . Then , at my farm
I have a hundred milch-kine to the pail ,
Six score fat oxen standing in my stalls ,
And all things answerable to this portion .
Myself am struck in years , I must confess ,
And if I die tomorrow this is hers ,
If whilst I live she will be only mine .
me :
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 ,
Besides two thousand ducats by the year
Of fruitful land , all which shall be her jointure . —
What , have I pinched you , Signior Gremio ?
[103]ACT 2. SC. 1
That she shall have , besides an argosy
That now is lying in Marcellus’ road .
Than three great argosies , besides two galliasses
And twelve tight galleys . These I will assure her ,
And twice as much whate’er thou off’rest next .
And she can have no more than all I have .
mine .
By your firm promise . Gremio is outvied .
And , let your father make her the assurance ,
She is your own ; else , you must pardon me .
If you should die before him , where’s her dower ?
On Sunday next , you know
My daughter Katherine is to be married .
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 .
[105]ACT 2. SC. 1
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 .
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 , called ‘supposed Vincentio’ —
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 .
ACT 3
Scene 1
Bianca .
Have you so soon forgot the entertainment
Her sister Katherine welcomed you withal ?
The patroness of heavenly harmony .
Then give me leave to have prerogative ,
And when in music we have spent an hour ,
Your lecture shall have leisure for as much .
To know the cause why music was ordained .
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 .
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 ,
[111] ACT 3. SC. 1 But learn my lessons as I please myself .
And , to cut off all strife , here sit we down .
the whiles ;
His lecture will be done ere you have tuned .
instrument .
Hic ibat Simois , hic est Sigeia tellus ,
Hic steterat Priami regia celsa senis .
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 might beguile the old pantaloon .
tune .
again .
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 .
[113] ACT 3. SC. 1
Now for my life the knave doth court my love !
Pedascule , I’ll watch you better yet .
Was Ajax , called so from his grandfather .
I should be arguing still upon that doubt .
But let it rest . — Now , Litio , to you .
Good master , take it not unkindly , pray ,
That I have been thus pleasant with you both .
My lessons make no music in three parts .
Our fine musician groweth amorous .
To learn the order of my fingering
I must begin with rudiments of art ,
To teach you gamut in a briefer sort ,
More pleasant , pithy , and effectual
Than hath been taught by any of my trade .
And there it is in writing fairly drawn .
[115]ACT 3. SC. 2
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 ;
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 odd inventions .
And help to dress your sister’s chamber up .
You know tomorrow is the wedding day .
Methinks he looks as though he were in love .
Yet if thy thoughts , Bianca , be so humble
To cast thy wand’ring eyes on every stale ,
Seize thee that list ! If once I find thee ranging ,
Hortensio will be quit with thee by changing .
Scene 2
Bianca , Lucentio as Cambio , and others , Attendants .
[117] ACT 3. SC. 2 That Katherine 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
To speak the ceremonial rites of marriage ?
What says Lucentio to this shame of ours ?
To give my hand , opposed against my heart ,
Unto a mad-brain rudesby , full of spleen ,
Who wooed in haste and means to wed at leisure .
I told you , I , he was a frantic fool ,
Hiding his bitter jests in blunt behavior ,
And , to be noted for a merry man ,
He’ll woo a thousand , ’point the day of marriage ,
Make friends , invite , and proclaim the banns ,
Yet never means to wed where he hath wooed .
Now must the world point at poor Katherine
And say ‘Lo , there is mad Petruchio’s wife ,
If it would please him come and marry her .’
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 .
For such an injury would vex a very saint ,
Much more a shrew of thy impatient humor .
news as you never heard of !
[119]ACT 3. SC. 2
coming ?
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 armory , with a broken hilt , and
chapeless ; with two broken points ; his 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 staggers , begnawn
with the bots , swayed in the back and shoulder-shotten ,
near-legged before , and with a half-checked
bit and a headstall 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 pieced , and a woman’s
crupper of velour , which hath two letters for her
name fairly set down in studs , and here and there
pieced with packthread .
[121]ACT 3. SC. 2
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 humor 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 .
Yet oftentimes he goes but mean-appareled .
his back .
Nay , by Saint Jamy .
I hold you a penny ,
A horse and a man
Is more than one ,
And yet not many .
you were .
[123] ACT 3. SC. 2 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 ?
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 eyesore to our solemn festival .
Hath all so long detained you from your wife
And sent you hither so unlike yourself .
Sufficeth I am come to keep my word ,
Though in some part enforcèd to digress ,
Which at more leisure I will so excuse
As you shall well be satisfied with all .
But where is Kate ? I stay too long from her .
The morning wears . ’Tis time we were at church .
Go to my chamber , put on clothes of mine .
words .
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 ,
[125] ACT 3. SC. 2 ’Twere well for Kate and better for myself .
But what a fool am I to chat with you
When I should bid good morrow to my bride
And seal the title with a lovely kiss !
We will persuade him , be it possible ,
To put on better ere he go to church .
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
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 promisèd .
So shall you quietly enjoy your hope
And marry sweet Bianca with consent .
Doth watch Bianca’s steps so narrowly ,
’Twere good , methinks , to steal our marriage ,
Which , once performed , let all the world say no ,
I’ll keep mine own despite of all the world .
And watch our vantage in this business .
We’ll overreach the graybeard , Gremio ,
The narrow prying father , Minola ,
The quaint musician , amorous Litio ,
All for my master’s sake , Lucentio .
[127]ACT 3. SC. 2
A grumbling groom , and that the girl shall find .
I’ll tell you , Sir Lucentio : when the priest
Should ask if Katherine should be his wife ,
‘Ay , by gog’s wouns !’ quoth he , and swore so loud
That , all amazed , the priest let fall the book ,
And as he stooped again to take it up ,
This mad-brained 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 .’
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
After a storm ; quaffed off the muscatel
[129] ACT 3. SC. 2 And threw the sops all in the sexton’s face ,
Having no other reason
But that his beard grew thin and hungerly ,
And seemed to ask him sops as he was drinking .
This done , he took the bride about the neck
And kissed 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 .
Such a mad marriage never was before !
Hark , hark , I hear the minstrels play .
Grumio , and Attendants .
I know you think to dine with me today
And have prepared great store of wedding cheer ,
But so it is , my haste doth call me hence ,
And therefore here I mean to take my leave .
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 have 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 .
[131]ACT 3. SC. 2
But yet not stay , entreat me how you can .
horses .
Do what thou canst , I will not go today ,
No , nor tomorrow , not till I please myself .
The door is open , sir . There lies your way .
You may be jogging whiles your boots are green .
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 .
Father , be quiet . He shall stay my leisure .
I see a woman may be made a fool
If she had not a spirit to resist .
Obey the bride , you that attend on her .
Go to the feast , revel and domineer ,
Carouse full measure to her maidenhead ,
[133] ACT 3. SC. 2 Be mad and merry , or go hang yourselves .
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 ,
My horse , my ox , my ass , my anything .
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 .
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 .
bridegroom wants
For to supply the places at the table ,
You know there wants no junkets at the feast .
bridegroom’s place ,
And let Bianca take her sister’s room .
[135]ACT 3. SC. 2
[139]
ACT 4
Scene 1
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 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 !
slide from my shoulder to my heel with no greater
a run but my head and my neck . A fire , good Curtis !
on no water .
thou know’st winter tames man , woman , and
[141] ACT 4. SC. 1 beast , for it hath tamed my old master and my new
mistress and myself , fellow Curtis .
foot , and so long am I , at the least . But wilt thou
make a fire ? 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 ?
world ?
and therefore fire ! Do thy duty , and have thy duty ,
for my master and mistress are almost frozen to
death .
the news !
as wilt thou .
cold . Where’s the cook ? Is supper ready , the house
trimmed , rushes strewed , cobwebs swept , the servingmen
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 everything in order ?
mistress fallen out .
hangs a tale .
[143]ACT 4. SC. 1
this cuff was but to knock at your ear and beseech
list’ning . Now I begin : Imprimis , we came down a
foul hill , my master riding behind my mistress —
me , thou shouldst have heard how her horse fell ,
and she under her horse ; thou shouldst have heard
in how miry a 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 , how I lost my crupper , with many things of
worthy memory which now shall die in oblivion ,
and thou return unexperienced to thy grave .
shall find when he comes home . But what talk I of
this ? Call forth Nathaniel , Joseph , Nicholas , Phillip ,
Walter , Sugarsop , and the rest . Let their heads
be slickly combed , their blue coats brushed , and
their garters of an indifferent knit . Let them curtsy
with their left legs , and not presume to touch a hair
of my master’s horse-tail till they kiss their hands .
Are they all ready ?
my master to countenance my mistress .
[145]ACT 4. SC. 1
countenance her .
you ! — Fellow , you ! — And thus much for greeting .
Now , my spruce companions , is all ready and all
things neat ?
master ?
be not — Cock’s passion , silence ! I hear my master .
To hold my stirrup nor to take my horse ?
Where is Nathaniel , Gregory , Phillip ?
You loggerheaded and unpolished grooms .
What ? No attendance ? No regard ? No duty ?
Where is the foolish knave I sent before ?
drudge !
[147] ACT 4. SC. 1 Did I not bid thee meet me in the park
And bring along these rascal knaves with thee ?
And Gabriel’s pumps were all unpinked i’ th’ heel .
There was no link to color Peter’s hat ,
And Walter’s dagger was not come from sheathing .
There were none fine but Adam , Rafe , and Gregory .
The rest were ragged , old , and beggarly .
Yet , as they are , here are they come to meet you .
Where are those —
Sit down , Kate , and welcome .
Soud , soud , soud , soud !
Why , when , I say ? — Nay , good sweet Kate , be
merry . —
Off with my boots , you rogues , you villains ! When ?
As he forth walkèd on his way —
Out , you rogue ! You pluck my foot awry .
Take that !
And mend the plucking of the other . —
Be merry , Kate . — Some water here ! What ho !
Where’s my spaniel Troilus ? Sirrah , get you hence
And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither .
[149] ACT 4. SC. 1 One , Kate , that you must kiss and be acquainted
with . —
Where are my slippers ? Shall I have some water ? —
Come , Kate , and wash , and welcome heartily . —
You whoreson villain , will you let it fall ?
Come , Kate , sit down . I know you have a stomach .
Will you give thanks , sweet Kate , or else shall I ? —
What’s this ? Mutton ?
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 !
You heedless joltheads and unmannered slaves !
What , do you grumble ? I’ll be with you straight .
The meat was well , if you were so contented .
And I expressly am forbid to touch it ,
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 . Tomorrow ’t shall be mended ,
[151] ACT 4. SC. 1 And for this night we’ll fast for company .
Come , I will bring thee to thy bridal 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 .
Away , away , for he is coming hither !
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 ,
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 .
She ate no meat today , nor none shall eat .
Last night she slept not , nor tonight she shall not .
As with the meat , some undeservèd fault
I’ll find about the making of the bed ,
And here I’ll fling the pillow , there the bolster ,
This way the coverlet , another way the sheets .
Ay , and amid this hurly I intend
[153] ACT 4. SC. 2 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 ,
And with the clamor keep her still awake .
This is a way to kill a wife with kindness .
And thus I’ll curb her mad and headstrong humor .
He that knows better how to tame a shrew ,
Now let him speak ; ’tis charity to shew .
Scene 2
Doth fancy any other but Lucentio ?
I tell you , sir , she bears me fair in hand .
Stand by , and mark the manner of his teaching .
[155] ACT 4. SC. 2 You that durst swear that your mistress Bianca
Loved none in the world so well as Lucentio .
I tell thee , Litio , this is wonderful !
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 .
Know , sir , that I am called Hortensio .
Of your entire affection to Bianca ,
And since mine eyes are witness of her lightness ,
I will with you , if you be so contented ,
Forswear Bianca and her love forever .
Here is my hand , and here I firmly vow
Never to woo her more , but do forswear her
As one unworthy all the former favors
That I have fondly flattered her withal .
Never to marry with her , though she would entreat .
Fie on her , see how beastly she doth court him !
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 .
Kindness in women , not their beauteous looks ,
[157] ACT 4. SC. 2 Shall win my love , and so I take my leave ,
In resolution as I swore before .
As ’longeth to a lover’s blessèd case !
Nay , I have ta’en you napping , gentle love ,
And have forsworn you with Hortensio .
That shall be wooed and wedded in a day .
That teacheth tricks eleven and twenty long
To tame a shrew and charm her chattering tongue .
That I am dog-weary , but at last I spied
An ancient angel coming down the hill
Will serve the turn .
[159]ACT 4. SC. 2
I know not what , but formal in apparel ,
In gait and countenance surely like a father .
I’ll make him glad to seem Vincentio
And give assurance to Baptista Minola
As if he were the right Vincentio .
Take in your love , and then let me alone .
Travel you far on , or are you at the farthest ?
But then up farther , and as far as Rome ,
And so to Tripoli , if God lend me life .
And come to Padua , careless of your life ?
To come to Padua . Know you not the cause ?
Your ships are stayed at Venice , and the Duke ,
For private quarrel ’twixt your duke and him ,
[161] ACT 4. SC. 2 Hath published and proclaimed it openly .
’Tis marvel , but that you are but newly come ,
You might have heard it else proclaimed about .
For I have bills for money by exchange
From Florence , and must here deliver them .
This will I do , and this I will advise you .
First tell me , have you ever been at Pisa ?
Pisa renownèd for grave citizens .
A merchant of incomparable wealth .
In count’nance somewhat doth resemble you .
oyster , and all one .
This favor will I do you for his sake
( And think it not the worst of all your fortunes
That you are like to Sir Vincentio ) :
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 .
If this be court’sy , sir , accept of it .
[163]ACT 4. SC. 3
The patron of my life and liberty .
This , by the way , I let you understand :
My father is here looked 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 .
Scene 3
What , did he marry me to famish me ?
Beggars that come unto my father’s door
Upon entreaty have a present alms .
If not , elsewhere they meet with charity .
But I , who never knew how to entreat ,
Nor never needed that I should entreat ,
Am starved for meat , giddy for lack of sleep ,
With oaths kept waking and with brawling fed .
And that which spites me more than all these wants ,
He does it under name of perfect love ,
As who should say , if I should sleep or eat
’Twere deadly sickness or else present death .
I prithee , go , and get me some repast ,
I care not what , so it be wholesome food .
[165]ACT 4. SC. 3
How say you to a fat tripe finely broiled ?
What say you to a piece of beef and mustard ?
Or else you get no beef of Grumio .
That feed’st me with the very name of meat .
Sorrow on thee , and all the pack of you
That triumph thus upon my misery .
Go , get thee gone , I say .
[167]ACT 4. SC. 3
Here , love , thou seest how diligent I am ,
To dress thy meat myself and bring it thee .
I am sure , sweet Kate , this kindness merits thanks .
What , not a word ? Nay then , thou lov’st it not ,
And all my pains is sorted to no proof .
Here , take away this dish .
And so shall mine before you touch the meat .
Come , Mistress Kate , I’ll bear you company .
Much good do it unto thy gentle heart .
Kate , eat apace .
And now , my honey love ,
Will we return unto thy father’s house
And revel it as bravely as the best ,
With silken coats and caps and golden rings ,
With ruffs and cuffs and farthingales and things ,
With scarves and fans and double change of brav’ry ,
With amber bracelets , beads , and all this knav’ry .
What , hast thou dined ? The tailor stays thy leisure
To deck thy body with his ruffling treasure .
Come , tailor , let us see these ornaments .
Lay forth the gown .
What news with you , sir ?
[169]ACT 4. SC. 3
A velvet dish ! Fie , fie , ’tis lewd and filthy .
Why , ’tis a cockle or a walnut shell ,
A knack , a toy , a trick , a baby’s cap .
Away with it ! Come , let me have a bigger .
And gentlewomen wear such caps as these .
And not till then .
And speak I will . I am no child , no babe .
Your betters have endured me say my mind ,
And if you cannot , best you stop your ears .
My tongue will tell the anger of my heart ,
Or else my heart , concealing it , will break ,
And , rather than it shall , I will be free
Even to the uttermost , as I please , in words .
A custard-coffin , a bauble , a silken pie .
I love thee well in that thou lik’st it not .
And it I will have , or I will have none .
O mercy God , what masking-stuff is here ?
[171] ACT 4. SC. 3 What’s this ? A sleeve ? ’Tis like a demi-cannon .
What , up and down carved like an apple tart ?
Here’s snip and nip and cut and slish and slash ,
Like to a censer in a barber’s shop .
Why , what a devil’s name , tailor , call’st thou this ?
According to the fashion and the time .
I did not bid you mar it to the time .
Go , hop me over every kennel home ,
For you shall hop without my custom , sir .
I’ll none of it . Hence , make your best of it .
More quaint , more pleasing , nor more
commendable .
Belike you mean to make a puppet of me .
her .
thou thimble ,
Thou yard , three-quarters , half-yard , quarter , nail !
Thou flea , thou nit , thou winter cricket , thou !
Braved in mine own house with a skein of thread ?
Away , thou rag , thou quantity , thou remnant ,
Or I shall so be-mete thee with thy yard
As thou shalt think on prating whilst thou liv’st .
I tell thee , I , that thou hast marred her gown .
[173]ACT 4. SC. 3
Just as my master had direction .
Grumio gave order how it should be done .
brave not me . I will neither be faced nor braved . I
say unto thee , I bid thy master cut out the gown ,
but I did not bid him cut it to pieces . Ergo , thou
liest .
sew me in the skirts of it and beat me to death with
a bottom of brown thread . I said ‘a gown .’
the sleeves should be cut out and sewed
up again , and that I’ll prove upon thee , though thy
little finger be armed in a thimble .
[175]ACT 4. SC. 3
where , thou shouldst know it .
me thy mete-yard , and spare not me .
no odds .
gown for thy master’s use !
for . Take up my mistress’ gown to his master’s use !
O , fie , fie , fie !
more .
Take no unkindness of his hasty words .
Away , I say . Commend me to thy master .
Even in these honest mean habiliments .
Our purses shall be proud , our garments poor ,
For ’tis the mind that makes the body rich ,
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds ,
So honor peereth in the meanest habit .
What , is the jay more precious than the lark
Because his feathers are more beautiful ?
Or is the adder better than the eel
[177] ACT 4. SC. 4 Because his painted skin contents the eye ?
O no , good Kate . Neither art thou the worse
For this poor furniture and mean array .
If thou account’st it shame , lay it on me ,
And therefore frolic ! We will hence forthwith
To feast and sport us at thy father’s house .
him ,
And bring our horses unto Long-lane end .
There will we mount , and thither walk on foot .
Let’s see , I think ’tis now some seven o’clock ,
And well we may come there by dinner time .
And ’twill be supper time ere you come there .
Look what I speak , or do , or think to do ,
You are still crossing it . — Sirs , let ’t alone .
I will not go today , and , ere I do ,
It shall be what o’clock I say it is .
Scene 4
and dressed like Vincentio .
Signior Baptista may remember me ,
Near twenty years ago , in Genoa ,
Where we were lodgers at the Pegasus .
[179]ACT 4. SC. 4
With such austerity as ’longeth to a father .
But , sir , here comes your boy .
’Twere good he were schooled .
Now do your duty throughly , I advise you .
Imagine ’twere the right Vincentio .
And that you looked for him this day in Padua .
Here comes Baptista . Set your countenance , sir .
Sir , this is the gentleman I told you of .
I pray you stand good father to me now .
Give me Bianca for my patrimony .
Sir , by your leave , having come to Padua
To gather in some debts , my son Lucentio
Made me acquainted with a weighty cause
Of love between your daughter and himself .
[181] ACT 4. SC. 4 And , for the good report I hear of you ,
And for the love he beareth to your daughter
And she to him , to stay him not too long ,
I am content , in a good father’s care ,
To have him matched . And if you please to like
No worse than I , upon some agreement
Me shall you find ready and willing
With one consent to have her so bestowed ,
For curious I cannot be with you ,
Signior Baptista , of whom I hear so well .
Your plainness and your shortness please me well .
Right true it is your son Lucentio here
Doth love my daughter , and she loveth him ,
Or both dissemble deeply their affections .
And therefore , if you say no more than this ,
That like a father you will deal with him
And pass my daughter a sufficient dower ,
The match is made , and all is done .
Your son shall have my daughter with consent .
We be affied and such assurance ta’en
As shall with either part’s agreement stand ?
Pitchers have ears , and I have many servants .
Besides , old Gremio is heark’ning still ,
And happily we might be interrupted .
There doth my father lie , and there this night
We’ll pass the business privately and well .
Send for your daughter by your servant here .
[183] ACT 4. SC. 4 My boy shall fetch the scrivener presently .
The worst is this : that at so slender warning
You are like to have a thin and slender pittance .
And bid Bianca make her ready straight .
And , if you will , tell what hath happenèd :
Lucentio’s father is arrived in Padua ,
And how she’s like to be Lucentio’s wife .
Signior Baptista , shall I lead the way ?
Welcome ! One mess is like to be your cheer .
Come , sir , we will better it in Pisa .
you ?
to expound the meaning or moral of his signs
and tokens .
the deceiving father of a deceitful son .
supper .
[185]ACT 4. SC. 5
your command at all hours .
about a counterfeit assurance . Take you assurance
of her cum privilegio ad imprimendum solum . To th’
church take the priest , clerk , and some sufficient
honest witnesses .
If this be not that you look for , I have no more to
say ,
But bid Bianca farewell forever and a day .
an afternoon as she went to the garden for parsley
to stuff a rabbit , and so may you , sir . And so adieu ,
sir . My master hath appointed me to go to Saint
Luke’s to bid the priest be ready to come against
you come with your appendix .
She will be pleased . Then wherefore should I
doubt ?
Hap what hap may , I’ll roundly go about her .
It shall go hard if ‘Cambio’ go without her .
Scene 5
father’s .
Good Lord , how bright and goodly shines the moon !
[187]ACT 4. SC. 5
It shall be moon , or star , or what I list ,
Or e’er I journey to your father’s house .
again . —
Evermore crossed and crossed , nothing but crossed !
And be it moon , or sun , or what you please .
And if you please to call it a rush candle ,
Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me .
But sun it is not , when you say it is not ,
And the moon changes even as your mind .
What you will have it named , even that it is ,
And so it shall be so for Katherine .
And not unluckily against the bias .
But soft ! Company is coming here .
[189] ACT 4. SC. 5
away ? —
Tell me , sweet Kate , and tell me truly , too ,
Hast thou beheld a fresher gentlewoman ?
Such war of white and red within her cheeks !
What stars do spangle heaven with such beauty
As those two eyes become that heavenly face ? —
Fair lovely maid , once more good day to thee . —
Sweet Kate , embrace her for her beauty’s sake .
him .
Whither away , or where is thy abode ?
Happy the parents of so fair a child !
Happier the man whom favorable stars
Allots thee for his lovely bedfellow .
This is a man — old , wrinkled , faded , withered —
And not a maiden , as thou sayst he is .
That have been so bedazzled with the sun
That everything I look on seemeth green .
Now I perceive thou art a reverend father .
Pardon , I pray thee , for my mad mistaking .
Which way thou travelest . If along with us ,
We shall be joyful of thy company .
That with your strange encounter much amazed me ,
My name is called Vincentio , my dwelling Pisa ,
[191] ACT 4. SC. 5 And bound I am to Padua , there to visit
A son of mine which long I have not seen .
And now by law as well as reverend age ,
I may entitle thee my loving father .
The sister to my wife , this gentlewoman ,
Thy son by this hath married . Wonder not ,
Nor be not grieved . She is of good esteem ,
Her dowry wealthy , and of worthy birth ;
Beside , so qualified as may beseem
The spouse of any noble gentleman .
Let me embrace with old Vincentio ,
And wander we to see thy honest son ,
Who will of thy arrival be full joyous .
Like pleasant travelers , to break a jest
Upon the company you overtake ?
For our first merriment hath made thee jealous .
Have to my widow , and if she be froward ,
Then hast thou taught Hortensio to be untoward .
[195]
ACT 5
Scene 1
Gremio is out before and stands to the side .
ready .
need thee at home . Therefore leave us .
and then come back to my master’s as soon as I
can .
Attendants .
My father’s bears more toward the marketplace .
Thither must I , and here I leave you , sir .
I think I shall command your welcome here ,
And by all likelihood some cheer is toward .
[197]ACT 5. SC. 1
he would beat down the gate ?
be spoken withal .
or two to make merry withal ?
pounds to yourself . He shall need none so long as I
live .
well beloved in Padua . — Do you hear , sir ? To leave
frivolous circumstances , I pray you tell Signior
Lucentio that his father is come from Pisa and is
here at the door to speak with him .
come from Padua and here looking out at the
window .
if I may believe her .
Why , this is flat knavery , to take upon you another
man’s name .
believe he means to cosen somebody in this city
under my countenance .
together . God send ’em good shipping ! But who is
here ? Mine old master Vincentio ! Now we are
undone and brought to nothing .
[199]ACT 5. SC. 1
forgot me ?
for I never saw you before in all my life .
never see thy master’s father , Vincentio ?
marry , sir . See where he looks out of the window .
murder me .
Baptista !
end of this controversy .
Tranio disguised as Lucentio .
beat my servant ?
immortal gods ! O fine villain ! A silken doublet , a
velvet hose , a scarlet cloak , and a copatain hat ! O , I
am undone , I am undone ! While I play the good
husband at home , my son and my servant spend all
at the university .
gentleman by your habit , but your words show you
a madman . Why , sir , what ’cerns it you if I wear
pearl and gold ? I thank my good father , I am able
to maintain it .
[201]ACT 5. SC. 1
Bergamo .
do you think is his name ?
brought him up ever since he was three years old ,
and his name is Tranio .
name is Lucentio and he is mine only son , and heir
to the lands of me , Signior Vincentio .
Lay hold on him , I charge you in the Duke’s name .
O , my son , my son ! Tell me , thou villain , where is
my son Lucentio ?
Carry this mad knave to the jail . — Father Baptista , I
charge you see that he be forthcoming .
prison .
in this business . I dare swear this is the
right Vincentio .
am not Lucentio .
O monstrous villain !
[203]ACT 5. SC. 1
him , forswear him , or else we are all undone .
exit as fast as may be .
Where is Lucentio ?
Right son to the right Vincentio ,
That have by marriage made thy daughter mine
While counterfeit supposes bleared thine eyne .
That faced and braved me in this matter so ?
Made me exchange my state with Tranio ,
While he did bear my countenance in the town ,
And happily I have arrivèd at the last
Unto the wishèd haven of my bliss .
What Tranio did , myself enforced him to .
Then pardon him , sweet father , for my sake .
sent me to the jail !
daughter without asking my goodwill ?
[205]ACT 5. SC. 2
to ! But I will in to be revenged for this villainy .
frown .
Out of hope of all but my share of the feast .
this ado .
sirrah , let’s away .
Now pray thee , love , stay .
Better once than never , for never too late .
Scene 2
Lucentio , and Bianca ; Hortensio and the Widow ,
Petruchio and Katherine ; Tranio , Biondello , and
Grumio , with Servingmen bringing in a banquet .
[207] ACT 5. SC. 2 And time it is when raging war is done
To smile at ’scapes and perils overblown .
My fair Bianca , bid my father welcome ,
While I with selfsame kindness welcome thine .
Brother Petruchio , sister Katherina ,
And thou , Hortensio , with thy loving widow ,
Feast with the best , and welcome to my house .
My banquet is to close our stomachs up
After our great good cheer . Pray you , sit down ,
For now we sit to chat as well as eat .
I mean Hortensio is afeard of you .
[209]ACT 5. SC. 2
I pray you tell me what you meant by that .
Measures my husband’s sorrow by his woe .
And now you know my meaning .
Would say your head and butt were head and horn .
Have at you for a bitter jest or two .
[211]ACT 5. SC. 2
And then pursue me as you draw your bow . —
You are welcome all .
This bird you aimed at , though you hit her not . —
Therefore a health to all that shot and missed .
Which runs himself and catches for his master .
’Tis thought your deer does hold you at a bay .
And as the jest did glance away from me ,
’Tis ten to one it maimed you two outright .
I think thou hast the veriest shrew of all .
Let’s each one send unto his wife ,
And he whose wife is most obedient
To come at first when he doth send for her
Shall win the wager which we will propose .
[213]ACT 5. SC. 2
I’ll venture so much of my hawk or hound ,
But twenty times so much upon my wife .
Go , Biondello , bid your mistress come to me .
How now , what news ?
word
That she is busy , and she cannot come .
Is that an answer ?
Pray God , sir , your wife send you not a worse .
To come to me forthwith .
Nay , then , she must needs come .
[215]ACT 5. SC. 2
Do what you can , yours will not be entreated .
Now , where’s my wife ?
She will not come . She bids you come to her .
O vile , intolerable , not to be endured ! —
Sirrah Grumio , go to your mistress ,
Say I command her come to me .
Swinge me them soundly forth unto their husbands .
Away , I say , and bring them hither straight .
[217]ACT 5. SC. 2
An awful rule , and right supremacy ,
And , to be short , what not that’s sweet and happy .
The wager thou hast won , and I will add
Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns ,
Another dowry to another daughter ,
For she is changed as she had never been .
And show more sign of her obedience ,
Her new-built virtue and obedience .
See where she comes , and brings your froward
wives
As prisoners to her womanly persuasion . —
Katherine , that cap of yours becomes you not .
Off with that bauble , throw it underfoot .
Till I be brought to such a silly pass .
The wisdom of your duty , fair Bianca ,
Hath cost me a hundred crowns since suppertime .
women
What duty they do owe their lords and husbands .
[219]ACT 5. SC. 2
telling .
And dart not scornful glances from those eyes
To wound thy lord , thy king , thy governor .
It blots thy beauty as frosts do bite the meads ,
Confounds thy fame as whirlwinds shake fair buds ,
And in no sense is meet or amiable .
A woman moved is like a fountain troubled ,
Muddy , ill-seeming , thick , bereft of beauty ,
And while it is so , none so dry or thirsty
Will deign to sip or touch one drop of it .
Thy husband is thy lord , thy life , thy keeper ,
Thy head , thy sovereign , one that cares for thee ,
And for thy maintenance commits his body
To painful labor both by sea and land ,
To watch the night in storms , the day in cold ,
Whilst thou liest warm at home , secure and safe ,
And craves no other tribute at thy hands
But love , fair looks , and true obedience —
Too little payment for so great a debt .
Such duty as the subject owes the prince ,
Even such a woman oweth to her husband ;
And when she is froward , peevish , sullen , sour ,
And not obedient to his honest will ,
What is she but a foul contending rebel
And graceless traitor to her loving lord ?
I am ashamed that women are so simple
To offer war where they should kneel for peace ,
[221] ACT 5. SC. 2 Or seek for rule , supremacy , and sway
When they are bound to serve , love , and obey .
Why are our bodies soft and weak and smooth ,
Unapt to toil and trouble in the world ,
But that our soft conditions and our hearts
Should well agree with our external parts ?
Come , come , you froward and unable worms !
My mind hath been as big as one of yours ,
My heart as great , my reason haply more ,
To bandy word for word and frown for frown ;
But now I see our lances are but straws ,
Our strength as weak , our weakness past compare ,
That seeming to be most which we indeed least are .
Then vail your stomachs , for it is no boot ,
And place your hands below your husband’s foot ;
In token of which duty , if he please ,
My hand is ready , may it do him ease .
We three are married , but you two are sped .
hit the white ,
And being a winner , God give you good night .
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