Act Ii.

SCENE I. Padua. A room in BAPTISTA'S house.

Enter KATHARINA and BIANCA.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Enter BAPTISTA.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gre. Good morrow, neighbour Baptista.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tra. Of Pisa, sir; son to Vincentio.

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

Enter a Servant.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Re-enter HORTENSIO, with his head broke.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Enter KATHARINA.

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

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

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

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

Pet. Why, what's a moveable?

Kath. A join'd-stool.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pet. Should be! should--buzz!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kath. In his tongue.

Pet. Whose tongue?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kath. What is your crest? a coxcomb?

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

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

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

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

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

Kath. There is, there is.

Pet. Then show it me.

Kath. Had I a glass, I would.

Pet. What, you mean my face?

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

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

Kath. Yet you are wither'd.

Pet. 'Tis with cares.

Kath. I care not.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kath. A witty mother! witless else her son.

Pet. Am I not wise?

Kath. Yes; keep you warm.

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

Re-enter BAPTISTA, GREMIO, and TRANIO.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tra. Greybeard, thy love doth freeze.

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

Tra. But youth in ladies' eyes that flourisheth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

LINENOTES:

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

pull] put Boswell.

charge thee] F2 F3 F4. charge F1 Q.

the] om. S. Walker conj.

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

you] Ff. thou Q.

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

envy me so] so envy me Pope.

untie] Ff. unite Q.

thy] Ff. the Q.

What] om. Pope.

ever] never F2.

SCENE II. Pope.

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

God save] Save Capell conj.

fair] om. Q.

too] to Q.

wondrous] woman's Collier MS.

Licio] F2 F3 F4. Litio F1 Q.

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

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

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

as] F1 Q. what F2 F3 F4.

I pray] pray S. Walker conj.

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

Neighbour] Neighbour [to Baptista] Capell.

To] And--to Capell.

kindly] om. Capell.

beholding] beholden Pope.

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

Rheims] Rhemes Ff Q.

Greek, Latin] Latin, Greek Capell.

mathematics] the mathematics Capell.

pray] pray you Q.

myself] F1 Q F3 F4. thy selfe F2.

packet] pack S. Walker conj.

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

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

know] knew Rann (Capell conj.).

you are] you're Capell.

within] within there Capell.

lead] shew Capell, corrected in M.S.

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

daughters] F1 Q. two daughters F2 F3 F4.

tell] F1 Q. then tell F2 F3 F4.

knew] F1 Q. know F2 F3 F4.

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

of] for Hanmer. on Steevens conj.

whatsoever] whosoever F2.

shake] F2 F3 F4. shakes F1 Q.

SCENE III. Pope.

sooner] om. Q.

to me] on me Hanmer.

most] moist Q.

these] them Rowe.

rascal fiddler] Capell. rascal, fidler Ff Q.

had she] Ff Q. she had Rowe.

discomfited] discomforted Capell conj.

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

banns] Johnson. banes Ff Q.

bonny] F4. bony F1 Q F2 F3.

Kates] cates Pope.

sounded] founded F2.

join'd] joint Capell.

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

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

best] 'best F3 F4.

Ay] Ah Theobald.

find it] find out Collier MS.

does] doth Rowe (ed. 2).

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

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

sour] so sour Theobald.

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

does] doth Rowe.

keep'st] keepest, those Hanmer.

witless] witness Capell.

else] elfe Theobald conj.

keep] to keep Rann.

Marry] Why Pope.

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

Kates] cats Theobald conj.

SCENE V. Pope.

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

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

Now] om. Hanmer.

Kath.] Pet. Theobald.

You have] You've Pope.

morn] moon Collier MS.

Grissel] Grizelde Capell.

we have] we've Pope.

on] o' Capell.

Hark] Hark, hark Hanmer.

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

nay] om. Hanmer.

part] pact Collier (Collier MS.).

gentlemen] sirs Pope.

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

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

me] om. Pope.

we will be married] we'll marry Hanmer.

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

SCENE VI. Pope.

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

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

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

counterpoints] counterpanes Rowe (ed. 2).

Valance] Pope. Vallens Ff Q.

belong] Rowe. belongs Ff Q.

portion] proportion Theobald conj.

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

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

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

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

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

the] om. Hanmer.

shall Bianca] Bianca shall Hanmer.

to you] to you, Lucentio Capell.

make this assurance] Th' assurance make Hanmer.

Must] May Rowe.

wonder] wonders Q.

wooing] winning Collier (Capell conj.).

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