Padua. A room in Baptista Minola’s house.
(Katherina; Bianca; Baptista; Gremio; Lucentio; Petruchio; Hortensio; Tranio; Biondello; Baptista’s Servant)
Katherina has tied up her sister Bianca and fiercely interrogates her about her suitors. Bianca promises to do anything her sister wants. Baptista enters just as Katherina slaps the younger girl, and is grieved. Katherina protests against his favoritism, but Baptista feels only self-pity. Gremio and Petruchio come in, accompanied by the disguised Lucentio and Hortensio, and Petruchio bluntly announces his intention of wooing Katherina while presenting Hortensio as a musician. Baptista is as skeptical as everyone else, but welcomes Petruchio for his father’s sake, as well as agreeing to employ Lucentio (under the name of Cambio). Tranio introduces himself as Lucentio, explaining that he has come to woo Bianca, and Baptista accepts the gifts of books and a lute that he has brought given Lucentio’s father’s reputation. He sends the tutors off to his daughters. Petruchio gets down to business, asking what dowry he’ll receive. As it is sufficient, he is quite happy to continue, blithely informing Baptista that he’ll have no trouble wooing Katherina. Hortensio comes in, having been beaten up by Katherina for trying to teach her. Petruchio finds this promising, and asks Baptista to send Katherina in. The lady arrives, and Petruchio begins to woo her by the name of Kate. As she rants and rails at him, he refuses to do anything but compliment her and inform her that he intends to marry her. When she strikes him, he merely warns her not to again, lest he retaliate in kind. Their ability to match wits is quite evident as she insults him and he simply takes it for granted that they will marry. When Baptista and company return to hear her cursing, Petruchio insists that she’s only putting on a show and that they’re very happy with each other. Announcing that they’ll marry Sunday, he takes off to Venice to arrange matters. Gremio and Tranio immediately begin harping on Bianca; they begin outdoing each other in monetary offers. In the end Baptista decides Tranio/Lucentio’s offer is the best, and promises him Bianca so long as his father can confirm the offer made. Tranio realizes he’ll need to come up with a father. (408 lines)
Enter Katherina and Bianca.
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,
Or what you will command me will I do,
So well I know my duty to my elders.
Of all thy suitors here I charge thee tell
Whom thou lov’st best; see thou dissemble not.
Believe me, sister, of all the men alive
I never yet beheld that special face
Which I could fancy more than any other.
Minion, thou liest. Is’t not Hortensio?
If you affect him, sister, here I swear
I’ll plead for you myself, but you shall have him.
O then belike you fancy riches more:
You will have Gremio to keep you fair.
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.
I prithee, sister Kate, untie my hands.
If that be jest, then all the rest was so.
Why, how now, dame, whence grows this insolence?
Bianca, stand aside. Poor girl, she weeps.
Go ply thy needle, meddle not with her.
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?
Her silence flouts me, and I’ll be reveng’d.
Flies after Bianca.
What, in my sight? Bianca, get thee in.
What, will you not suffer me? Nay, now I see
She is your treasure, she must have a husband;
I must dance barefoot on her wedding-day,
And for your love to her lead apes in hell.
Talk not to me, I will go sit and weep,
Till I can find occasion of revenge.
Was ever gentleman thus griev’d as I?
But who comes here?
Enter Gremio, Lucentio in the habit of a mean man, Petruchio with Hortensio as a musician, and Tranio as Lucentio with his boy Biondello bearing a lute and books.
Good morrow, neighbor Baptista.
Good morrow, neighbor Gremio. God save you, gentlemen!
And you, good sir! Pray have you not a daughter
Call’d Katherina, fair and virtuous?
I have a daughter, sir, call’d Katherina.
You are too blunt, go to it orderly.
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 behavior,
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,
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 Litio, born in Mantua.
Y’ are welcome, sir, and he, for your good sake.
But for my daughter Katherine, this I know,
She is not for your turn, the more my grief.
I see you do not mean to part with her,
Or else you like not of my company.
Mistake me not, I speak but as I find.
Whence are you, sir? What may I call your name?
Petruchio is my name, Antonio’s son,
A man well known throughout all Italy.
I know him well; you are welcome for his sake.
Saving your tale, Petruchio, I pray
Let us that are poor petitioners speak too.
Backare! You are marvellous forward.
O, pardon me, Signior Gremio, I would fain be doing.
I doubt it not, sir; but you will curse your wooing.
Neighbor, 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,
that hath 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.
A thousand thanks, Signior Gremio. Welcome, good Cambio.
But, gentle sir, methinks you walk like a stranger. May I be so bold to know the cause of your coming?
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.
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,
And free access and favor 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.
Lucentio is your name, of whence, I pray?
Of Pisa, sir, son to Vincentio.
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.
You shall go see your pupils presently.
Enter Baptista’s Servant.
Sirrah, lead these gentlemen
To my daughters, and tell them both,
These are their tutors. Bid them use them well.
Exit Baptista’s Servant with Lucentio and Hortensio, Biondello following.
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.
Signior Baptista, my business asketh haste,
And every day I cannot come to woo.
You knew my father well, and in him me,
Left solely heir to all his lands and goods,
Which I have bettered rather than decreas’d.
Then tell me, if I get your daughter’s love,
What dowry shall I have with her to wife?
After my death, the one half of my lands,
And in possession twenty thousand crowns.
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,
That covenants may be kept on either hand.
Ay, when the special thing is well obtain’d,
That is, her love; for that is all in all.
Why, that is nothing; for I tell you, father,
I am as peremptory as she proud-minded;
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,
For I am rough, and woo not like a babe.
Well mayst thou woo, and happy be thy speed!
But be thou arm’d for some unhappy words.
Ay, to the proof, as mountains are for winds,
That shake not, though they blow perpetually.
Enter Hortensio as Litio with his head broke.
How now, my friend, why dost thou look so pale?
For fear, I promise you, if I look pale.
What, will my daughter prove a good musician?
I think she’ll sooner prove a soldier,
Iron may hold with her, but never lutes.
Why then thou canst not break her to the lute?
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,
“Frets, call you these?” quoth she, “I’ll fume with them.”
And with that word she strook 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,
While she did call me rascal fiddler
And twangling Jack, with twenty such vild terms,
As had she studied to misuse me so.
Now by the world, it is a lusty wench!
I love her ten times more than e’er I did.
O, how I long to have some chat with her!
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,
Or shall I send my daughter Kate to you?
I pray you do. I’ll attend her here,
Exit Baptista with Gremio, Tranio, and Hortensio. Manet Petruchio.
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 banes, and when be married.
But here she comes, and now, Petruchio, speak.
Good morrow, Kate, for that’s your name, I hear.
Well have you heard, but something hard of hearing:
They call me Katherine that do talk of me.
You lie, in faith, for you are call’d plain Kate,
And bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst;
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 prais’d in every town,
Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded,
Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs,
Myself am mov’d to woo thee for my wife.
Mov’d! In good time! Let him that mov’d you hither
Remove you hence. I knew you at the first
You were a moveable.
Why, what’s a moveable?
Thou hast hit it; come sit on me.
Asses are made to bear, and so are you.
Women are made to bear, and so are you.
No such jade as you, if me you mean.
Alas, good Kate, I will not burden thee,
For knowing thee to be but young and light.
Too light for such a swain as you to catch,
And yet as heavy as my weight should be.
Should be! Should—buzz!
Well ta’en, and like a buzzard.
O slow-wing’d turtle, shall a buzzard take thee?
Ay, for a turtle, as he takes a buzzard.
Come, come, you wasp, i’ faith you are too angry.
If I be waspish, best beware my sting.
My remedy is then to pluck it out.
Ay, if the fool could find it where it lies.
Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting?
In his tail.
In his tongue.
Yours, if you talk of tales, and so farewell.
What, with my tongue in your tail? Nay, come again,
Good Kate; I am a gentleman—
That I’ll try.
She strikes him.
I swear I’ll cuff you, if you strike again.
So may you lose your arms.
If you strike me, you are no gentleman,
And if no gentleman, why then no arms.
A herald, Kate? O, put me in thy books!
What is your crest? A coxcomb?
A combless cock, so Kate will be my hen.
No cock of mine, you crow too like a craven.
Nay, come, Kate, come; you must not look so sour.
It is my fashion when I see a crab.
Why, here’s no crab, and therefore look not sour.
There is, there is.
Then show it me.
Had I a glass, I would.
What, you mean my face?
Well aim’d of such a young one.
Now, by Saint George, I am too young for you.
Yet you are wither’d.
’Tis with cares.
I care not.
Nay, hear you, Kate. In sooth you scape not so.
I chafe you if I tarry. Let me go.
No, not a whit, I find you passing gentle:
’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 askaunce,
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?
O sland’rous 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.
Go, fool, and whom thou keep’st command.
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!
Where did you study all this goodly speech?
It is extempore, from my mother-wit.
A witty mother! Witless else her son.
Am I not wise?
Yes, keep you warm.
Marry, so I mean, sweet Katherine, in thy bed;
And therefore setting all this chat aside,
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,
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.
Enter Baptista, Gremio, Tranio as Lucentio.
Here comes your father. Never make denial;
I must and will have Katherine to my wife.
Now, Signior Petruchio, how speed you with my daughter?
How but well, sir? How but well?
It were impossible I should speed amiss.
Why, how now, daughter Katherine, in your dumps?
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 madcap ruffian and a swearing Jack,
That thinks with oaths to face the matter out.
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;
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.
I’ll see thee hang’d on Sunday first.
Hark, Petruchio, she says she’ll see thee hang’d first.
Is this your speeding? Nay then good night our part!
Be patient, gentlemen, I choose her for myself.
If she and I be pleas’d, what’s that to you?
’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
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.
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 Katherine shall be fine.
I know not what to say, but give me your hands.
God send you joy, Petruchio, ’tis a match.
Amen, say we. We will be witnesses.
Father, and wife, and gentlemen, adieu.
I will to Venice, Sunday comes apace.
We will have rings and things, and fine array;
And kiss me, Kate, we will be married a’ Sunday.
Exeunt Petruchio and Katherine severally.
Was ever match clapp’d up so suddenly?
Faith, gentlemen, now I play a merchant’s part,
And venture madly on a desperate mart.
’Twas a commodity lay fretting by you;
’Twill bring you gain, or perish on the seas.
The gain I seek is, quiet in the match.
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.
I am your neighbor, and was suitor first.
And I am one that love Bianca more
Than words can witness, or your thoughts can guess.
Youngling, thou canst not love so dear as I.
Greybeard, thy love doth freeze.
But thine doth fry.
Skipper, stand back, ’tis age that nourisheth.
But youth in ladies’ eyes that flourisheth.
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
Shall have my Bianca’s love.
Say, Signior Gremio, what can you assure her?
First, as you know, my house within the city
Is richly furnished with plate and gold,
Basins and ewers to lave her dainty hands;
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,
Valance of Venice gold in needle-work;
Pewter and brass, and all things that belongs
To house or house-keeping. Then at my farm
I have a hundred milch-kine to the pail,
Six score fat oxen standing in my stalls,
And all things answerable to this portion.
Myself am strook in years, I must confess,
And if I die tomorrow, this is hers,
If whilst I live she will be only mine.
That “only” came well in. Sir, list to me:
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,
Besides two thousand ducats by the year
Of fruitful land, all which shall be her jointer.
What, have I pinch’d you, Signior Gremio?
Two thousand ducats by the year of land!
My land amounts not to so much in all.—
That she shall have, besides an argosy
That now is lying in Marsellis road.
What, have I chok’d you with an argosy?
Gremio, ’tis known my father hath no less
Than three great argosies, besides two galliasses
And twelve tight galleys. These I will assure her,
And twice as much, what e’er thou off’rest next.
Nay, I have off’red 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.
Why then the maid is mine from all the world,
By your firm promise; Gremio is outvied.
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;
If you should die before him, where’s her dower?
That’s but a cavil; he is old, I young.
And may not young men die as well as old?
I am thus resolv’d: on Sunday next you know
My daughter Katherine 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.
Adieu, good neighbor. 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.
A vengeance on your crafty withered hide!
Yet I have fac’d it with a card of ten.
’Tis in my head to do my master good.
I see no reason but suppos’d Lucentio
Must get a father, call’d suppos’d Vincentio;
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.