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THE TAMING OF THE SHREW

THE TAMING OF THE

SHREW

William Shakespeare

THE TAMING OF THE SHREW

ACT I.

THE TAMING OF THE SHREW

SCENE I. Padua. A public place

Enter LUCENTIO and his man TRANIO

LUCENTIO. Tranio, since for the great desire I had To see fair Padua,

nursery of arts, I am arriv'd for fruitful Lombardy, The pleasant garden of

great Italy, And by my father's love and leave am arm'd With his good will

and thy good company, My trusty servant well approv'd in all, Here let us

breathe, and haply institute A course of learning and ingenious studies.

Pisa, renowned 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 conceiv'd, 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 achiev'd. Tell

me thy mind; for I have Pisa left And am to Padua come as he that leaves

A shallow plash to plunge him in the deep, And with satiety seeks to

quench his thirst. TRANIO. Mi perdonato, gentle master mine; 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 abjur'd. Balk

logic with acquaintance that you have, And practise 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. LUCENTIO. Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou advise. If,

Biondello, thou wert come ashore, We could at once put us in readiness,

And take a lodging fit to entertain Such friends as time in Padua shall

beget.

Enter BAPTISTA with his two daughters, KATHERINA and

BIANCA; GREMIO, a pantaloon; HORTENSIO, suitor to BIANCA.

LUCENTIO and TRANIO stand by

But stay awhile; what company is this? TRANIO. Master, some show

to welcome us to town. BAPTISTA. Gentlemen, importune me no farther,

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For how I firmly am resolv'd you know; That is, not to bestow my

youngest daughter Before I have a husband for the elder. If either of you

both love Katherina, Because I know you well and love you well, Leave

shall you have to court her at your pleasure. GREMIO. To cart her rather.

She's too rough for me. There, there, Hortensio, will you any wife?

KATHERINA. [To BAPTISTA] I pray you, sir, is it your will To make a

stale of me amongst these mates? HORTENSIO. Mates, maid! How mean

you that? No mates for you, Unless you were of gentler, milder mould.

KATHERINA. I' faith, sir, you shall never need to fear; 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-legg'd stool, And paint your face, and use you

like a fool. HORTENSIO. From all such devils, good Lord deliver us!

GREMIO. And me, too, good Lord! TRANIO. Husht, master! Here's some

good pastime toward; That wench is stark mad or wonderful froward.

LUCENTIO. But in the other's silence do I see Maid's mild behaviour and

sobriety. Peace, Tranio! TRANIO. Well said, master; mum! and gaze your

fill. BAPTISTA. Gentlemen, that I may soon make good What I have said-

Bianca, get you in; And let it not displease thee, good Bianca, For I will

love thee ne'er the less, my girl. KATHERINA. A pretty peat! it is best Put

finger in the eye, an she knew why. BIANCA. Sister, content you in my

discontent. Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe; My books and

instruments shall be my company, On them to look, and practise by myself.

LUCENTIO. Hark, Tranio, thou mayst hear Minerva speak! HORTENSIO.

Signior Baptista, will you be so strange? Sorry am I that our good will

effects Bianca's grief. GREMIO. Why will you mew her up, Signior

Baptista, for this fiend of hell, And make her bear the penance of her

tongue? BAPTISTA. Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolv'd. Go in, Bianca.

Exit BIANCA And for I know she taketh most delight In music,

instruments, and poetry, Schoolmasters will I keep within my house Fit to

instruct her youth. If you, Hortensio, 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.

Katherina, you may stay; For I have more to commune with Bianca. Exit

KATHERINA. Why, and I trust I may go too, may I not? What! shall I be

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appointed hours, as though, belike, I knew not what to take and what to

leave? Ha! Exit GREMIO. You may go to the devil's dam; your gifts are

so good here's none will hold you. There! 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. HORTENSIO. SO Will I, Signior Gremio; but

a word, I pray. Though the nature of our quarrel yet never brook'd 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 labour

and effect one thing specially. GREMIO. What's that, I pray?

HORTENSIO. Marry, sir, to get a husband for her sister. GREMIO. A

husband? a devil. HORTENSIO. I say a husband. GREMIO. I say a devil.

Think'st thou, Hortensio, though her father be very rich, any man is so

very a fool to be married to hell? HORTENSIO. Tush, Gremio! Though it

pass your patience 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. GREMIO. I cannot tell; but I had

as lief take her dowry with this condition: to be whipp'd at the high cross

every morning. HORTENSIO. Faith, as you say, there's small choice in

rotten apples. But, come; since this bar in law makes us friends, it shall be

so far forth friendly maintain'd 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? GREMIO. I am agreed; and would I had

given him the best horse in Padua to begin his wooing that would

thoroughly woo her, wed her, and bed her, and rid the house of her! Come

on. Exeunt GREMIO and HORTENSIO TRANIO. I pray, sir, tell me, is it

possible That love should of a sudden take such hold? LUCENTIO. O

Tranio, till I found it to be true, 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

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know thou canst; Assist me, Tranio, for I know thou wilt. TRANIO.

Master, it is no time to chide you now; Affection is not rated from the

heart; If love have touch'd you, nought remains but so: 'Redime te captum

quam queas minimo.' LUCENTIO. Gramercies, lad. Go forward; this

contents; The rest will comfort, for thy counsel's sound. TRANIO. Master,

you look'd so longly on the maid. Perhaps you mark'd not what's the pith

of all. LUCENTIO. O, yes, I saw sweet beauty in her face, Such as the

daughter of Agenor had, That made great Jove to humble him to her hand,

When with his knees he kiss'd the Cretan strand. TRANIO. Saw you no

more? Mark'd you not how her sister Began to scold and raise up such a

storm That mortal ears might hardly endure the din? LUCENTIO. Tranio,

I saw her coral lips to move, And with her breath she did perfume the air;

Sacred and sweet was all I saw in her. TRANIO. Nay, then 'tis time to stir

him from his trance. I pray, awake, sir. If you love the maid, Bend

thoughts and wits to achieve her. Thus it stands: Her 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 mew'd her up, Because

she will not be annoy'd with suitors. LUCENTIO. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel

father's he! But art thou not advis'd he took some care To get her cunning

schoolmasters to instruct her? TRANIO. Ay, marry, am I, sir, and now 'tis

plotted. LUCENTIO. I have it, Tranio. TRANIO. Master, for my hand,

Both our inventions meet and jump in one. LUCENTIO. Tell me thine first.

TRANIO. You will be schoolmaster, And undertake the teaching of the

maid- That's your device. LUCENTIO. It is. May it be done? TRANIO.

Not possible; for who shall bear your part And be in Padua here

Vincentio's son; Keep house and ply his book, welcome his friends, Visit

his countrymen, and banquet them? LUCENTIO. Basta, content thee, for I

have it full. We have not yet been seen in any house, Nor can we be

distinguish'd by our faces 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 hatch'd, and shall be so. Tranio, at once Uncase

thee; take my colour'd hat and cloak. When Biondello comes, he waits on

thee; But I will charm him first to keep his tongue. TRANIO. So had you

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need. [They exchange habits] In brief, sir, sith it your pleasure is, And I

am tied to be obedient- For so your father charg'd 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. LUCENTIO.

Tranio, be so because Lucentio loves; And let me be a slave t' achieve that

maid Whose sudden sight hath thrall'd my wounded eye.

Enter BIONDELLO.

Here comes the rogue. Sirrah, where have you been? BIONDELLO.

Where have I been! Nay, how now! where are you? Master, has my fellow

Tranio stol'n your clothes? Or you stol'n his? or both? Pray, what's the

news? LUCENTIO. Sirrah, come hither; 'tis no time to jest, 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 kill'd a man, and fear I was

descried. Wait you on him, I charge you, as becomes, While I make way

from hence to save my life. You understand me? BIONDELLO. I, sir?

Ne'er a whit. LUCENTIO. And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth: Tranio is

chang'd into Lucentio. BIONDELLO. The better for him; would I were so

too! TRANIO. So could I, faith, boy, to have the next wish after, That

Lucentio indeed had Baptista's youngest daughter. But, sirrah, not for my

sake but your master's, I advise 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. LUCENTIO. Tranio, let's go. One thing

more rests, that thyself execute- To make one among these wooers. If thou

ask me why- Sufficeth, my reasons are both good and weighty. Exeunt

The Presenters above speak FIRST SERVANT. My lord, you nod;

you do not mind the play. SLY. Yes, by Saint Anne do I. A good matter,

surely; comes there any more of it? PAGE. My lord, 'tis but begun. SLY.

'Tis a very excellent piece of work, madam lady Would 'twere done! [They

sit and mark]

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SCENE II. Padua. Before HORTENSIO'S house

Enter PETRUCHIO and his man GRUMIO

PETRUCHIO. Verona, for a while I take my leave, To see my friends

in Padua; but of all My best beloved and approved friend, Hortensio; and I

trow this is his house. Here, sirrah Grumio, knock, I say. GRUMIO.

Knock, sir! Whom should I knock? Is there any man has rebus'd your

worship? PETRUCHIO. Villain, I say, knock me here soundly. GRUMIO.

Knock you here, sir? Why, sir, what am I, sir, that I should knock you here,

sir? PETRUCHIO. Villain, I say, knock me at this gate, And rap me well,

or I'll knock your knave's pate. GRUMIO. My master is grown

quarrelsome. I should knock you first, And then I know after who comes

by the worst. PETRUCHIO. Will it not be? Faith, sirrah, an you'll not

knock I'll ring it; I'll try how you can sol-fa, and sing it. [He wrings him by

the ears] GRUMIO. Help, masters, help! My master is mad. PETRUCHIO.

Now knock when I bid you, sirrah villain!

Enter HORTENSIO

HORTENSIO. How now! what's the matter? My old friend Grumio

and my good friend Petruchio! How do you all at Verona? PETRUCHIO.

Signior Hortensio, come you to part the fray? 'Con tutto il cuore ben

trovato' may I say. HORTENSIO. Alla nostra casa ben venuto, Molto

honorato signor mio Petruchio. Rise, Grumio, rise; we will compound this

quarrel. GRUMIO. Nay, 'tis no matter, sir, what he 'leges in Latin. If this

be not a lawful cause for me to leave his service- look you, sir: he bid me

knock him and rap him soundly, sir. Well, was it fit for a servant to use his

master so; being, perhaps, for aught I see, two and thirty, a pip out? Whom

would to God I had well knock'd at first, Then had not Grumio come by

the worst. PETRUCHIO. A senseless villain! Good Hortensio, I bade the

rascal knock upon your gate, And could not get him for my heart to do it.

GRUMIO. Knock at the gate? O heavens! Spake you not these words

plain: 'Sirrah knock me here, rap me here, knock me well, and knock me

soundly'? And come you now with 'knocking at the gate'? PETRUCHIO.

Sirrah, be gone, or talk not, I advise you. HORTENSIO. Petruchio,

patience; I am Grumio's pledge; Why, this's a heavy chance 'twixt him and

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you, Your ancient, trusty, pleasant servant Grumio. And tell me now, sweet

friend, what happy gale Blows you to Padua here from old Verona?

PETRUCHIO. Such wind as scatters young men through the world To

seek their fortunes farther than at home, Where small experience grows.

But in a few, Signior Hortensio, thus it stands with me: Antonio, my father,

is deceas'd, And I have thrust myself into this maze, Haply to wive and

thrive as best I may; Crowns in my purse I have, and goods at home, And

so am come abroad to see the world. HORTENSIO. Petruchio, shall I then

come roundly to thee And wish thee to a shrewd ill-favour'd 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 th'art too much my friend, And I'll not

wish thee to her. PETRUCHIO. Signior Hortensio, 'twixt such friends as

we 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. GRUMIO. Nay, look you, sir, he tells you flatly what his

mind is. Why, give him gold enough and marry him to a puppet or an

aglet-baby, or an old trot with ne'er a tooth in her head, though she has as

many diseases as two and fifty horses. Why, nothing comes amiss, so

money comes withal. HORTENSIO. Petruchio, since we are stepp'd thus

far in, I will continue that I broach'd in jest. I can, Petruchio, help thee to a

wife With wealth enough, and young and beauteous; Brought up as best

becomes a gentlewoman; Her only fault, and that is faults enough, 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. PETRUCHIO. Hortensio, peace! thou know'st not gold's effect. 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. HORTENSIO.

Her father is Baptista Minola, An affable and courteous gentleman; Her

name is Katherina Minola, Renown'd in Padua for her scolding tongue.

PETRUCHIO. I know her father, though I know not her; And he knew my

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deceased 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. GRUMIO. I pray you,

sir, let him go while the humour lasts. O' my word, and 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; and

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. HORTENSIO. Tarry, Petruchio, I must go with thee,

For in Baptista's keep my treasure is. He hath the jewel of my life in hold,

His youngest daughter, beautiful Bianca; 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 rehears'd- That ever Katherina

will be woo'd. Therefore this order hath Baptista ta'en, That none shall

have access unto Bianca Till Katherine the curst have got a husband.

GRUMIO. Katherine the curst! A title for a maid of all titles the worst.

HORTENSIO. Now shall my friend Petruchio do me grace, And offer me

disguis'd 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.

Enter GREMIO with LUCENTIO disguised as CAMBIO

GRUMIO. Here's no knavery! See, to beguile the old folks, how the

young folks lay their heads together! Master, master, look about you. Who

goes there, ha? HORTENSIO. Peace, Grumio! It is the rival of my love.

Petruchio, stand by awhile. GRUMIO. A proper stripling, and an amorous!

[They stand aside] GREMIO. O, very well; I have perus'd the note. 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 perfum'd; For she is

sweeter than perfume itself To whom they go to. What will you read to her?

LUCENTIO. Whate'er I read to her, I'll plead for you As for my patron,

stand you so assur'd, As firmly as yourself were still in place; Yea, and

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