Enter Hostess and Sly
[Lies down on the ground, and falls asleep.]
Horns winded. Enter a Lord from hunting, with Huntsmen and Servants.
[Sly is bourne out. A trumpet sounds.]
Sirrah, go see what trumpet ’tis that sounds:
Belike some noble gentleman that means, Travelling some journey, to repose him here.
How now! who is it?
Now, fellows, you are welcome.
[Exit one with the Players.]
Sirrah, go you to Barthol'mew my page, And see him dress'd 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 honourable action, Such as he hath observ'd in noble ladies Unto their lords, by them accomplished; Such duty to the drunkard let him do, With soft low tongue and lowly courtesy, And say ‘What is't your honour 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 overjoy'd To see her noble lord restor'd 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 convey'd, Shall in despite enforce a watery eye. See this dispatch'd with all the haste thou canst; Anon I'll give thee more instructions.
I know the boy will well usurp the grace, 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.
Sly is discovered in a rich nightgown, with Attendants: some with apparel, basin, ewer, and other appurtenances; and Lord, dressed like a servant.
And twenty caged nightingales do sing: Or wilt thou sleep? We'll have thee to a couch Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis. Say thou wilt walk: we will bestrew the ground: Or wilt thou ride? Thy horses shall be trapp'd, 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.
[Servants present a ewer, basin and napkin.]
O, how we joy to see your wit restor'd! O, that once more you knew but what you are! These fifteen years you have been in a dream, Or, when you wak'd, so wak'd as if you slept.
Enter the Page, as a lady, with Attendants.
Enter a Messenger.
Flourish. Enter Lucentio and Tranio.
[Lucentio and Tranio stand aside.]
Enter Baptista, Katherina, Bianca, Gremio and Hortensio.
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.
[Exeunt Gremio and Hortensio.]
[They exchange habits]
Here comes the rogue. Sirrah, where have you been?
[The Presenters above speak.]
[They sit and mark.]
Enter Petruchio and his man Grumio.
[He wrings Grumio by the ears.]
Enter Gremio and Lucentio disguised, with books under his arm.
Master, master, look about you: who goes there, ha?
Enter Tranio brave, and Biondello.
Enter Katherina and Bianca.
[Flies after Bianca.]
Enter Gremio, with Lucentio in the habit of a mean man; Petruchio, with Hortensio as a musician; and Tranio, with Biondello bearing a lute and books.
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.
that has 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.
Enter a Servant.
Sirrah, lead these gentlemen To my daughters, and tell them both These are their tutors: bid them use them well.
[Exeunt Servant with Hortensio, Lucentio and Biondello.]
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.
Re-enter Hortensio, with his head broke.
[Exeunt Baptista, Gremio, Tranio and Hortensio.]
I will attend her here, 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 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: 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.
Good morrow, Kate; for that's your name, I hear.
Re-enter Baptista, Gremio and Tranio.
Here comes your father. Never make denial; I must and will have Katherine to my wife.
[Exeunt Petruchio and Katherina, severally.]
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.
Enter Lucentio, Hortensio and Bianca.
O fie! the treble jars.
Enter a Servant.
[Exeunt Bianca and Servant.]
Enter Baptista, Gremio, Tranio, Katherina, Bianca, Lucentio and Attendants.
[Exit weeping, followed by Bianca and others.]
Master, master! News! old news, and such news as you never heard of!
Enter Petruchio and Grumio.
[Exeunt Petruchio, Grumio and Biondello.]
[Exeunt Baptista, Gremio and Attendants.]
Signior Gremio, came you from the church?
Enter Petrucio, Katherina, Bianca, Baptista, Hortensio, Grumio and Train.
[Exeunt Petrucio, Katherina and Grumio.]
Enter four or five Servants.
Enter Petrucio and Katherina.
[Exeunt some of the Servants.]
Where is the life that late I led? Where are those—? Sit down, Kate, and welcome. Food, food, food, food!
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 grey, As he forth walked on his way: Out, you rogue! you pluck my foot awry:
Take that, and mend the plucking off 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:
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.—
[Servant lets the ewer fall. Petruchio strikes him.]
You whoreson villain! will you let it fall?
[Throws the meat, etc., at them.]
There, take it to you, trenchers, cups, and all. You heedless joltheads and unmanner'd slaves! What! do you grumble? I'll be with you straight.
[Exeunt Petruchio, Katherina and Curtis.]
Enter Tranio and Hortensio.
[They stand aside.]
Enter Bianca and Lucentio.
[Exit Hortensio. Lucentio and Bianca advance.]
Enter Biondello, running.
[Exeunt Lucentio and Bianca.]
Enter a Pedant.
Enter Katherina and 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.
Enter Petruchio with a dish of meat; and Hortensio.
[Sets the dish on a table.]
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.
Come, tailor, let us see these ornaments; Lay forth the gown.—
What news with you, sir?
Enter Tranio and the Pedant dressed like Vincentio
Enter Baptista and Lucentio.
Signior Baptista, you are happily met. [To the Pedant] Sir, this is the gentleman I told you of; I pray you stand good father to me now; Give me Bianca for my patrimony.
[Exeunt Tranio, Pedant and Baptista.]
Enter Petruchio, Katherina, Hortensio and Servants.
Enter Vincentio, in a travelling dress.
[To Vincentio] Good morrow, gentle mistress; where 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.
[Exeunt all but Hortensio.]
Enter on one side Biondello, Lucentio and Bianca; Gremio walking on other side.
[Exeunt Lucentio, Bianca and Biondello.]
Enter Petruchio, Katherina, Vincentio and Attendants.
Enter Pedant above, at a window.
[He beats Biondello.]
[Exit from the window.]
Re-enter Pedant, below; Baptista, Tranio and Servants.
Enter one with an Officer.
Carry this mad knave to the gaol. Father Baptista, I charge you see that he be forthcoming.
Re-enter Biondello, with Lucentio and Bianca.
[Biondello, Tranio and Pedant run out.]
[Exeunt Lucentio and Bianca.]
Petruchio and Katherina advance.
Enter Baptista, Vincentio, Gremio, the Pedant, Lucentio, Bianca, Petruchio, Katherina, Hortensio and Widow. Tranio, Biondello and Grumio and Others, attending.
[They sit at table.]
[Drinks to Hortensio.]
[Exeunt Bianca, Katherina and Widow.]
How now! what news?
Now, where’s my wife?
Re-enter Katherina with Bianca and Widow.
Katherine, that cap of yours becomes you not: Off with that bauble, throw it underfoot.
[Katherina pulls off her cap and throws it down.]
[Exeunt Petrucio and Katherina.]