SCENE XII. Lucentio's Houfe in Padua. Enter Baptifta, Petruchio, Hortenfio, Lucentio, and the reft Bap. Now in good sadness, fon Petruchio,

I think thou haft the verieft fhrew of all.

Pet. Well, I fay no; and therefore for affurance,
Let's each one fend unto his wife, and he
Whose wife is most obedient to come first,
When he doth fend for her, fhall win the wager.

And time it is, when raging war is done,
To fmile at 'fcapes and perils over-blown.
My fair Bianca, bid my father welcome,
While I with felf-fame kindness welcome thine;
Brother Petruchio, fifter Catharine,

And thou, Hortenfio, with thy loving Widow;
Feaft with the beft, and welcome to my house:
My banquet is to clofe our ftomachs up
After our great good cheer: pray you, fit down,
For now we fit to chat as well as eat.

Pet. Nothing but fit and fit, and eat and eat!
Bap. Padua affords this kindness, fon Petruchio.
Pet. Padua affords nothing but what is kind,

Hor. For both our fakes I would that word were true.
Pet. Now, for my life, Hortenfio fears his Widow.
Wid. Then never trust me if I be afeard.

Pet. You are very fenfible, and yet you miss my fenfe:
I mean Hortenfio is afeard of you.

Wid. He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.
Pet. Roundly replied.

Cath. Miftrefs, how mean you that?

Wid. Thus I conceive by him.

Pet. Conceives by me, how likes Hortenfie that?

Hor. My Widow fays, thus the conceives her tale.

Pet. Very well mended, kifs him for that, good Widow.
Cath. He that is giddy thinks the world turns round

1 pray you, tell me what you meant by that.

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Wid. Your Husband, being troubled with a Shrew, Measures my Husband's forrow by his woe;

And now you know my meaning.

Cath. A very mean meaning.

Wid. Right, I mean you.

Cath, And I am mean indeed, refpecting you.
Pet. To her, Kate.

Hor. To her, Widow.

Pet. A hundred marks, my Kate do put her down.
Hor. That's my office.

[Drinks to Hor,!

Pet. Spoke like an officer; ha' to thee, lad.
Bap. How likes Gremio thefe quick-witted folks?
Gre. Believe me, Sir, they butt heads together well.
Bian. Head and butt? an hafty-witted body
Would fay your head and butt were head and horn.
Vin. Ay, miftrefs bride, hath that awaken'd you?

Bian. Ay, but not frighted me, therefore I'll fleep again.

Hor. Content, what wager?

Luc. Twenty crowns.

Pet. Twenty crowns!

I'll venture fo much on my hawk or hound,

But twenty times fo much upon my wife.
Luc. A hundred then.

Hor. Content.

Pet. A match, 'tis done.

Hor. Who fhall begin?

Luc. That will I.

Go, Biondello, bid your mistress come to me.
Bion. I go.

[Exit.

Bap. Son, I'll be your half, Bianca comes.
Luc. I'll have no halves: I'll bear it all my self.
Re-enter Biondello.

How now, what news?

Bion. Sir, my mistress fends you word

That fhe is bufie, and cannot come.

Pet. How? fhe's bufie, and cannot come: is that an anfwer?

Gre. Ay, and a kind one too:

Pray God, Sir, your wife send you not a worse.

Pet. I hope better.

Hor. Sirrah Biondello, go and intreat my wife to come

to me forthwith.

[Exit Bion.

Pet. Nay, that thou shalt not, fince you have begun:

Have at you for a better jeft or two.

Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to fhift my bush : And then purfue me as you draw your bow.

You are welcome all.

[Exe. Bianca, Cath, and Widow.
Pet. She hath prevented me. Here, Signior Tranio,
This bird you aim'd at, tho' you hit it not
Therefore a health to all that fhot and mis'd.

Tra. Oh, Sir, Lucentio flip'd me like his grey-hound,
Which runs himfelf, and catches for his mafter.
Pet. A good fwift fimile, but fomething currifh.
Tra. 'Tis well, Sir, that you hunted for your felf:
'Tis thought your deer does hold you at a bay.
Bap. Oh, oh, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now.
Luc. I thank thee for that gird, good Tranio.
Har, Confels, confefs, hath he not hit you there?
Pet. He has a little gall'd me, I confefs;
And as the jeft did glance away from me,
Tip ten to one it maim'd you two outright.
SCENE XII.

Pet.

Pet. Oh ho! intreat her! nay then, the reeds muft some,
Hor. I am afraid, Sir, do what you can.
Enter Biondello.

Yours will not be intreated: now, where's my wife?
Bion. She fays you have fome goodly jeft in hands
She will not come: fhe bids you come to her.

Pet. Worfe and worfe, fhe will not comic!

Oh vile, intolerable, not to be indur'd:
Sirrah Grumio, go to your mistref,

Say I command her to come to me.

Hor. I know her anfwer

Per. What?

Hor. She will not.

[Exit Gru

Per. The fouler fortune mine, and there's an end.
SCENE XIII. Enter Catharina.

Bap. Now, by my hollidam, here comes Catharine.
Catb. What is your will, Sir, that you fend for me?
Pet. Where is your fifter, and Hortenfio's wife?
Carb. They fit conferring by the parlour fire.
Pet. Go, fetch them hither; if they deny to come,
Swinge me them foundly forth unto their husbands:
Away, I fay, and bring them hither ftraight. [Exit Cath
Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder..
Hor. And fo it is: I wonder what it boads.

Pet. Marry, peace it boads, and love, and quiet life, And awful rule, and right fupremacy :

And to be fhort, what not, that's fweet and happy?
Bap. Now fair befall thee, good Petruchio !
The wager thou haft won, and I will add
Unto their loffes twenty thoufand crowns,
Another dowry to another daughter,
For fhe is chang'd as she had never been.
Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet,
And fhow more fign of her obedience,
Her new-built virtue and obedience.

Enter Catharina, Bianca and Widow.
See where the comes, and brings your froward wires
As prifoners to her womanly perfuafion :
Catherine, that cap of yours becomes you nor z

Off with that bauble, throw it under foot.

[She pulls off ber cap, and throws it down!

Wid. Lord, let me never have a cause to figh, "Till I be brought to fuch a filly pals.

Bian. Fie, what a foolish duty call you this? Luc. I would your duty were as foolish too : The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca, Coft me an hundred crowns fince fupper-time. Bian. The more fool you for laying on my duty. Pet. Catharine, I charge thee tell these headftrong women, What duty they owe to their lords and husbands.

Wid, Come, come, you're mocking; we will have no telling.

Pet. Come on, I say, and first begin with her.
Wid. She thall not.

Pet. I lay the fhall, and firft begin with her.

Cathy Fie, fie, unknit that threathing unkind brow,
And dart not fcornful glances from those eyes,
To wound thy lord, thy King, thy governor.
It blots thy beauty, as frofts bite the meads,
Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds thake fair buds,
And in no fenfe is meet or amiable.

A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-feering, thick, bereft of beauty;
And while it is fo, none fo dry or thirsty
Will dain to fip, or touch a 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 labour, both by fea and land;
To watch the night in ftorms, the day in cold,
While thou ly'ft warm at home, fecure and fafe,
And craves no other tribute at thy hands,
But love, fair looks, and true obedience
Too little payment for fo great a debt.
Such duty as the fubject owes the prince,
Even fuch a woman oweth to her husband:
And when she's froward, peevish, fullen, sower,
And not obedient to his honeft will;
What is the but a foul contending rebel,
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And graceless traitor to her loving lord?
I am afham'd that women are fo fimple,
To offer war where they should kneel for peace ;
Or feek for rule, fupremacy, and sway,
When they are bound to ferve, love, and obey.
Why are our bodies foft, and weak and smooth,
Unapt to toil and trouble in the world,
But that our foft conditions and our hearts
Should well agree with our external parts ?
Come, come, you're froward and unable worms;
My mind hath been as big as one of yours,
My heart as great, my reafon haply more,
To bandy word for word, and frown for frown ;
But now I fee our launces are but straws,

Our strength is weak, our weakness paft compare,"
That feeming to be moft, which we indeed leaft are.
Enter trvo Servants bearing Sly in his own apparel, and
leave bim on the ftage. Then enter a Tapfter.
Sly awaking.] Sim, give's fome more wine what,
all the Players gone & am not I a lord?

Tap. A lord with a murrain! come, art thou drunk ftill? Sly. Who's this? Tapfter! ob, I have bad the bravest dream that ever thou beardft in all thy life.

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Tap. Yea marry, but thou badft beft get thee bome, for your wife will course you for dreaming bere all night.

Sly. Will he? I know how to tame a Shrew. I dreamt upon it all this night, and thou haft wak'd me out of the best dream that ever I bad. But I'll to my wife, and tame ber too, if fbe anger me,

- indeed leaft are,

Then vail your ftomachs, 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 cafe.

Pet. Why, there's a wench: come on, and kifs me, Kate.
Luc. Well, go thy ways, old lad, for thou shalt ha't.

Vin. "Tis a good hearing when children are toward.
Luc. But a harsh hearing when women are froward.
Pet. Come, Kate, we'll to-bed,

We two are married, but you two are fped.
'Twas I won the wager, tho' you hit the white,
And being a winner, God give you good night.

Exe. Petruchio and Cath.

Her. Now go thy ways, thou haft tam'd a curft fhrew.
L. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, he will be tam'd fo.

[Exeunt