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 bason 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 un

willing.

Pet. A whoreson, beetle-headed, flap-ear'd knave! Come, Kate, sit down: I know you have a stomach. Will you give thanks, sweet Kate; or else shall I ?— What's 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. You heedless joltheads, and unmanner'd 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 Cur.

Nath. [advancing.] Peter, didst ever see the like?
Peter. He kills her in her own humor.

Re-enter CURTIS.

Gru. Where is he?

Cur. 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,
To make her come, and know her keeper's call;
That is,―to watch her, as we watch these kites,
That bate, and beat, and will not be obedient.
She eat 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,*

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.

A lure was a thing stuffed like that kind of bird which the hawk was designed to pursue.

To tame my wild hawk.

3 Flutter.

4 Pretend.

SCENE II.

Padua. Before Baptista's house.

Enter TRANIO and HORTENSIO.

Tra. Is 't possible, friend Licio, that mistress 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.

Hor. Quick proceeders, marry! Now, tell me, I

pray,

You that durst swear that your mistress Bianca

Loved none in the world so well as Lucentio.

Tra. O despiteful love! unconstant

kind!

I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful.

Hor. Mistake no more: I am not Licio, Nor a musician, as I seem to be;

woman

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 call'd Hortensio.

Tra. Signior Hortensio, I have often heard
Of your intire 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 for ever.

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

-Signior

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 flatter'd 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 forsworn!

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, signior Lucentio.

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,
Shall win my love :-and so I take my leave,

1 Despicable fellow.