Re-enter Servants, with supper.

Why, when, I say?-Nay, good, sweet Kate, be merry.
Off with my boots, you rogues, you villains. When?

It was the friar of orders gray,1
As he forth walked on his way,-

[Sings.

Out, out, you rogue! you pluck my foot awry:
Take that, and mend the plucking off the other.-
[Strikes him.
Be merry, Kate.-Some water, here; what, ho!
Where's my spaniel Troilus?-Sirrah, get you hence,
And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither;-

[Exit Servant. One, Kate, that you must kiss, and be acquainted

with.

Where are my slippers?-Shall I have some water? [A basin is presented to him.

Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily.

[Servant lets the ewer fall.

You whoreson villain! will you let it fall?

[Strikes him.

Kath. Patience, I pray you; 'twas a fault unwilling. Pet. A whoreson, beetle-headed, flap-eared knave! Come, Kate, sit down; I know you have a stomach. Will you give thanks, sweet Kate; or else shall I ?— What is this? mutton?

Pet. 'Tis burnt; and so is all the meat.

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:

[Throws the meat, &c. about the stage.

1 Dr. Percy has constructed his beautiful ballad, "The Friar of Orders Gray," from the various fragments and hints dispersed through Shakspeare's plays, with a few supplemental stanzas.

You heedless joltheads, and unmannered slaves!
What, do you grumble? I'll be with you straight.
Kath. I pray you, husband, be not so disquiet;
The meat was well, if you were so contented.
Pet. I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dried away;
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; to-morrow it shall be mended,
And, for this night, we'll fast for company.—
Come, I will bring thee to thy bridal chamber.

[Exeunt PET., KATH., and CURT. Nath. [Advancing.] Peter, didst ever see the like? Peter. He kills her in her own humor.

Re-enter CURTIS.

Gru. Where is he?

Curt. In her 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.

Re-enter PETRUCHIO.

[Exeunt.

Pet. Thus have I politicly begun my reign,
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.1
Another way I have to man my haggard,2
To make her come, and know her keeper's call,
That is, to watch her, as we watch these kites

1 The lure was a thing stuffed to look like the game the hawk was to pursue; its use was to tempt him back after he had flown.

2 A haggard is a wild hawk; to man her is to tame her. To watch or wake a hawk was one part of the process of taming.

That bate, and beat, and will not be obedient.
She ate no meat to-day, nor none shall eat;

Last night she slept not, nor to-night she shall not;
As with the meat, some undeserved 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 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 show.

[Exit.

SCENE II. Padua. Before Baptista's House.

Enter TRANIO and HORTENSIO.

Tra. Is't possible, friend Licio, that Bianca Doth fancy any other but Lucentio ?

I tell you, sir, she bears me fair in hand.

Hor. Sir, to satisfy you in what I have said, Stand by, and mark the manner of his teaching.

[They stand aside.

Enter BIANCA and LUCENTIO.

Luc. Now, mistress, profit you in what you read? Bian. What, master, read you? First resolve me that.

Luc. I read that I profess, the art to love.

Bian. And may you prove, sir, master of your art! Luc. While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of my heart. [They retire.

1 To bate is to flutter the wings as preparing for flight (batter l'ale, Italian).

2 Intend is used for pretend.

Hor. Quick proceeders, marry! Now, tell

pray,

me, I

You that dost swear that your mistress Bianca
Loved none in the world so well as Lucentio.
Tra. O despiteful love! unconstant womankind!
I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful.

Hor. Mistake no more. I am not Licio,
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.1
Know, sir, that I am called-Hortensio.

Tra. Seignior Hortensio, I have often heard

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.

Hor. See, how they kiss and court!-Seignior Lucentio,

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.

Tra. And here I take the like unfeigned oath,Ne'er to marry with her though she would entreat. Fie on her! see, how beastly she doth court him. Hor. 'Would all the world, but he, had quite for

sworn!

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, seignior Lucentio.—

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,
Shall win my love;-and so I take my leave,
In resolution as I swore before.

[Exit HORTENSIO.-LUCENTIO and BIANCA
advance.

1 "Coglione, a cuglion, a gull, a meacock," says Florio. It is equivalent to a great booby.

Tra. Mistress Bianca, bless you with such grace As 'longeth to a lover's blessed case!

Nay, I have ta'en you napping, gentle love;

And have forsworn you, with Hortensio.

Bian. Tranio, you jest. sworn me?

Tra. Mistress, we have.

Luc.

But have you both for

Then we are rid of Licio.

Tra. I'faith, he'll have a lusty widow now,

That shall be wooed and wedded in a day.
Bian. God give him joy!

Tra. Ay, and he'll tame her.
Bian.
He says so, Tranio.
Tra. 'Faith, he is gone unto the taming-school.
Bian. The taming-school! what, is there such a

place?

Tra. Ay, mistress, and Petruchio is the master; That teacheth tricks eleven-and-twenty long,To tame a shrew, and charm her chattering tongue.

Enter BIONDELLO, running.

Bion. O master, master, I have watched so long That I'm dog-weary; but at last I spied

An ancient angel1 coming down the hill

Will serve the turn.

Tra.
What is he, Biondello?
Bion. Master, a mercatante, or a pedant,2
I know not what; but formal in apparel,
In gait and countenance surely like a father.
Luc. And what of him, Tranio?

Tra. If he be credulous, and trust my tale,
I'll make him glad to seem Vincentio ;

And give assurance to Baptista Minola,

1 For angel, Theobald, and after him Hanmer and Warburton, read engle; which Hanmer calls a gull, deriving it from engluer (French), to catch with bird-lime; but without sufficient reason. Mr. Gifford, in a note on Jonson's Poetaster, is decidedly in favor of enghle with Hanmer's explanation, and supports it by referring to Gascoigne's Supposes, from which Shakspeare took this part of his plot.

2 i. e. a merchant or a schoolmaster.