| ACT I 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 arrived for fruitful Lombardy, | |
| | The pleasant garden of great Italy; | 5 |
| | And by my father's love and leave am arm'd | |
| | With his good will and thy good company, | |
| | My trusty servant, well approved in all, | |
| | Here let us breathe and haply institute | |
| | A course of learning and ingenious studies. | 10 |
| | Pisa renown'd for grave citizens | |
| | Gave me my being and my father first, | |
| | A merchant of great traffic through the world, | |
| | Vincetino come of Bentivolii. | |
| | Vincetino's son brought up in Florence | 15 |
| | It shall become to serve all hopes conceived, | |
| | 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 | 20 |
| | By virtue specially to be achieved. | |
| | 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. | 25 |
| 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 | 30 |
| | This virtue and this moral discipline, | |
| | Let's be no stoics nor no stocks, I pray; | |
| | Or so devote to Aristotle's cheques | |
| | As Ovid be an outcast quite abjured: | |
| | Balk logic with acquaintance that you have | 35 |
| | 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: | 40 |
| | 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 | 45 |
| | Such friends as time in Padua shall beget. | |
| | But stay a while: what company is this? | |
| TRANIO | Master, some show to welcome us to town. | |
| | Enter BAPTISTA, KATHARINA, BIANCA, GREMIO, andHORTENSIO. LUCENTIO and TRANIO stand by | |
| BAPTISTA | Gentlemen, importune me no farther, | |
| | For how I firmly am resolved you know; | 50 |
| | That is, not bestow my youngest daughter | |
| | Before I have a husband for the elder: | |
| | If either of you both love Katharina, | |
| | Because I know you well and love you well, | |
| | Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure. | 55 |
| GREMIO | Aside | |
| | There, There, Hortensio, will you any wife? | |
| KATHARINA | 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. | 60 |
| KATHARINA | I'faith, sir, you shall never need to fear: | |
| | I wis it is not half way 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. | 65 |
| HORTENSIA | From all such devils, good Lord deliver us! | |
| GREMIO | And me too, good Lord! | |
| TRANIO | Hush, 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 | 70 |
| | Maid's mild behavior 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: | 75 |
| | And let it not displease thee, good Bianca, | |
| | For I will love thee ne'er the less, my girl. | |
| KATHARINA | A pretty peat! it is best | |
| | Put finger in the eye, an she knew why. | |
| BIANCA | Sister, content you in my discontent. | 80 |
| | Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe: | |
| | My books and instruments shall be my company, | |
| | On them to took and practise by myself. | |
| LUCENTIO | Hark, Tranio! thou may'st hear Minerva speak. | |
| HORTENSIO | Signior Baptista, will you be so strange? | 85 |
| | 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? | 90 |
| BAPTISTA | Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolved: | |
| | 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, | 95 |
| | 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: | 100 |
| | And so farewell. Katharina, you may stay; | |
| | For I have more to commune with Bianca. | |
| | Exit | |
| KATHARINA | Why, and I trust I may go too, may I not? What, | |
| | shall I be appointed hours; as though, belike, I | |
| | knew not what to take and what to leave, ha? | 105 |
| | Exit | |
| GREMIO | You may go to the devil's dam: your gifts are so | |
| | good, here's none will hold you. Their love is not | |
| | so great, Hortensio, but we may blow our nails | |
| | together, and fast it fairly out: our cakes dough on | |
| | both sides. Farewell: yet for the love I bear my | 110 |
| | 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 brooked | 115 |
| | 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 Bianco's love, to | |
| | labour and effect one thing specially. | |
| GREMIO | What's that, I pray? | 120 |
| 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. Thinkest thou, Hortensio, though | |
| | her father be very rich, any man is so very a fool | 125 |
| | 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. | 130 |
| GREMIO | I cannot tell; but I had as lief take her dowry with | |
| | this condition, to be whipped 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 | 135 |
| | friends, it shall be so far forth friendly | |
| | maintained all by helping Baptista's eldest daughter | |
| | to a husband we set his youngest free for a husband, | |
| | and then have to't a fresh. Sweet Bianca! Happy man | |
| | be his dole! He that runs fastest gets the ring. | 140 |
| | 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. | 145 |
| | 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, | 150 |
| | 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, | 155 |
| | If I achieve not this young modest girl. | |
| | Counsel me, Tranio, for I 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: | 160 |
| | 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, | 165 |
| | 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. | 170 |
| 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: | 175 |
| | 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 eldest sister is so curst and shrewd | 180 |
| | 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! | 185 |
| | But art thou not advised, 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, | 190 |
| | 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. | 195 |
| 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? | 200 |
| LUCENTIO | Basta; content thee, for I have it full. | |
| | We have not yet been seen in any house, | |
| | Nor can we lie distinguish'd by our faces | |
| | For man or master; then it follows thus; | |
| | Thou shalt be master, Tranio, in my stead, | 205 |
| | 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: | 210 |
| | When Biondello comes, he waits on thee; | |
| | But I will charm him first to keep his tongue. | |
| TRANIO | So had you need. | |
| | In brief, sir, sith it your pleasure is, | |
| | And I am tied to be obedient; | 215 |
| | For so your father charged 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. | 220 |
| LUCENTIO | Tranio, be so, because Lucentio loves: | |
| | And let me be a slave, to achieve that maid | |
| | Whose sudden sight hath thrall'd my wounded eye. | |
| | Here comes the rogue. | |
| | Enter BIONDELLO | |
| | Sirrah, where have you been? | 225 |
| BIONDELLO | Where have I been! Nay, how now! where are you? | |
| | Master, has my fellow Tranio stolen your clothes? Or | |
| | you stolen 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. | 230 |
| | Your fellow Tranio here, to save my life, | |
| | Puts my apparel and my countenance 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: | 235 |
| | 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: | 240 |
| | Tranio is changed 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 | 245 |
| | 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 | 250 |
| | 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? | 255 |
| Page | My lord, 'tis but begun. | |
| SLY | 'Tis a very excellent piece of work, madam lady: | |
| | would 'twere done! | |
| | They sit and mark | |