The Illustrated Works of Shakespeare/Illustrated Works of Shakespeare, The (1990)(Animated Pixels)[!][CDTV-PC].iso/shakes/text/12/02_01

Text File | 1991-04-10 | 21KB | 582 lines

Padua. A Room in Baptista's House.
 Enter KATHERINA and BIANCA.

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.

Katherina    Of all thy suitors, here I charge thee tell
    Whom thou lov'st best. See thou dissemble not.

Bianca    Believe me, sister, of all the men alive,
    I never yet beheld that special face
    Which I could fancy more than any other.

Katherina    Minion, thou liest. Is't not Hortensio?

Bianca    If you affect him, sister, here I swear
    I'll plead for you myself but you shall have him.

Katherina    O, then belike you fancy riches more:
    You will have Gremio to keep you fair.

Bianca    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.

Katherina    If that be jest, then all the rest was so.
                                                        [Strikes her.
                             Enter BAPTISTA.

Baptista    Why, how now, dame! Whence grows this insolence?
    Bianca, stand aside. Poor girl, she weeps.
                                                        [Untying BIANCA.
    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?

Katherina    Her silence flouts me, and I'll be revenged.
                                                        [Flies after BIANCA.
Baptista    What, in my sight? Bianca, get thee in.
                                                        [Exit BIANCA.
Katherina    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.
                                                        [Exit.
Baptista    Was ever gentleman thus grieved as I?
    But who comes here?

     Enter GREMIO; with LUCENTIO, in the habit of a mean man, Cambio;
             PETRUCHIO, with HORTENSIO as a musician, Licio;
 and TRANIO as Lucentio, with his boy BIONDELLO bearing a lute and books.

Gremio    Good morrow, neighbour Baptista.

Baptista    Good morrow, neighbour Gremio. God save you, gentlemen.

Petruchio    And you, good sir. Pray, have you not a daughter
    Called Katherina, fair and virtuous?

Baptista    I have a daughter, sir, called Katherina.

Gremio    You are too blunt: go to it orderly.

Petruchio    You wrong me, Signor Gremio, give me leave.
    [To BAPTISTA.] 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 behaviour,
    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,
    [Presenting HORTENSIO.] 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 Licio, born in Mantua.

Baptista    You're 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.

Petruchio    I see you do not mean to part with her,
    Or else you like not of my company.

Baptista    Mistake me not, I speak but as I find.
    Whence are you, sir? What may I call your name?

Petruchio    Petruchio is my name, Antonio's son,
    A man well known throughout all Italy.

Baptista    I know him well: you are welcome for his sake.

Gremio    Saving your tale, Petruchio, I pray,
    Let us that are poor petitioners speak too.
    Baccare! You are marvellous forward.

Petruchio    O pardon me, Signor Gremio, I would fain be doing.

Gremio    I doubt it not, sir, but you will curse your wooing.
    Neighbour, 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, [Presenting LUCENTIO.] 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.

Baptista    A thousand thanks, Signor Gremio. Welcome, good Cambio.
    [To TRANIO.] But, gentle sir, methinks you walk like a
    stranger. May I be so bold to know the cause of your coming?

Tranio    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 favour 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.

Baptista    Lucentio is your name? Of whence, I pray?

Tranio    Of Pisa, sir; son to Vincentio.

Baptista    A mighty man of Pisa; by report
    I know him well. You are very welcome, sir.
    [To HORTENSIO.] Take you the lute,
                    [To LUCENTIO.]        and you the set of books;
    You shall go see your pupils presently.
    Holla, within!

                             Enter a SERVANT.

                        Sirrah, lead these gentlemen
    To my daughters; and tell them both
    These are their tutors. Bid them use them well.
                                         [Exit 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.

Petruchio    Signor Baptista, my business asketh haste,
    And everyday 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 decreased.
    Then tell me, if I get your daughter's love,
    What dowry shall I have with her to wife?

Baptista    After my death the one half of my lands,
    And in possession twenty thousand crowns.

Petruchio    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.

Baptista    Ay, when the special thing is well obtained,
    That is, her love; for that is all in all.

Petruchio    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.

Baptista    Well mayst thou woo, and happy be thy speed!
    But be thou armed for some unhappy words.

Petruchio    Ay, to the proof, as mountains are for winds,
    That shakes not, though they blow perpetually.

                 Re-enter HORTENSIO, with his head broke.

Baptista    How now, my friend, why dost thou look so pale?

Hortensio    For fear, I promise you, if I look pale.

Baptista    What, will my daughter prove a good musician?

Hortensio    I think she'll sooner prove a soldier.
    Iron may hold with her, but never lutes.

Baptista    Why, then thou canst not break her to the lute?

Hortensio    Why no, for she hath broke the lute to me.
    I did but tell her she mistook her frets,
    And bowed 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 struck me on the head,
    And through the instrument my pate made way;
    And there I stood amazd for a while,
    As on a pillory, looking through the lute,
    While she did call me rascal fiddler,
    And twangling Jack, with twenty such vile terms,
    As had she studied to misuse me so.

Petruchio    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!

Baptista    [To HORTENSIO.] 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.
    Signor Petruchio, will you go with us,
    Or shall I send my daughter Kate to you?

Petruchio    I pray you do.
                                                [Exeunt all but PETRUCHIO.
                    I'll 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 washed 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 marrid.
    But here she comes; and now, Petruchio, speak.

                             Enter KATHERINA.

    Good morrow, Kate, for that's your name, I hear.

Katherina    Well have you heard, but something hard of hearing;
    They call me Katherine that do talk of me.

Petruchio    You lie, in faith, for you are called 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 praised in every town,
    Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded,
    Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs,
    Myself am moved to woo thee for my wife.

Katherina    Moved! - in good time! Let him that moved you hither
    Remove you hence. I knew you at the first
    You were a moveable.

Petruchio                        Why, what's a moveable?

Katherina    A joint-stool.

Petruchio                    Thou hast hit it; come, sit on me.

Katherina    Asses are made to bear, and so are you.

Petruchio    Women are made to bear, and so are you.

Katherina    No such jade as you, if me you mean.

Petruchio    Alas, good Kate, I will not burden thee;
    For, knowing thee to be but young and light-

Katherina    Too light for such a swain as you to catch,
    And yet as heavy as my weight should be.

Petruchio    Should be? Should buzz!

Katherina                            Well ta'en, and like a buzzard.

Petruchio    O slow-winged turtle, shall a buzzard take thee?

Katherina    Ay, for a turtle, as he takes a buzzard.

Petruchio    Come, come, you wasp; i'faith, you are too angry.

Katherina    If I be waspish, best beware my sting.

Petruchio    My remedy is then to pluck it out.

Katherina    Ay, if the fool could find it where it lies.

Petruchio    Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting?
    In his tail.

Katherina                In his tongue.

Petruchio                                Whose tongue?

Katherina    Yours, if you talk of tales; and so farewell.

Petruchio    What, with my tongue in your tail? Nay, come again.
    Good Kate, I am a gentleman-

Katherina                                    That I'll try.
                                                        [She strikes him.
Petruchio    I swear I'll cuff you if you strike again.

Katherina    So may you lose your arms:
    If you strike me, you are no gentleman,
    And if no gentleman, why then no arms.

Petruchio    A herald, Kate? O, put me in thy books.

Katherina    What is your crest? A coxcomb?

Petruchio    A combless cock, so Kate will be my hen.

Katherina    No cock of mine; you crow too like a craven.

Petruchio    Nay, come, Kate, come; you must not look so sour.

Katherina    It is my fashion when I see a crab.

Petruchio    Why, here's no crab, and therefore look not sour.

Katherina    There is, there is.

Petruchio    Then show it me.

Katherina                        Had I a glass, I would.

Petruchio    What, you mean my face?

Katherina                            Well aimed of such a young one.

Petruchio    Now, by Saint George, I am too young for you.

Katherina    Yet you are withered.

Petruchio                            'Tis with cares.

Katherina                                                I care not.

Petruchio    Nay, hear you, Kate: in sooth, you 'scape not so.

Katherina    I chafe you, if I tarry. Let me go.

Petruchio    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 springtime flowers.
    Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look askance,
    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 slanderous 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.

Katherina    Go, fool, and whom thou keep'st command.

Petruchio    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.

Katherina    Where did you study all this goodly speech?

Petruchio    It is extempore, from my mother-wit.

Katherina    A witty mother, witless else her son.

Petruchio    Am I not wise?

Katherina                    Yes, keep you warm.

Petruchio    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, and TRANIO.

    Here comes your father. Never make denial;
    I must and will have Katherine to my wife.

Baptista    Now, Signor Petruchio, how speed you with my daughter?

Petruchio    How but well, sir? How but well?
    It were impossible I should speed amiss.

Baptista    Why, how now, daughter Katherine! In your dumps?

Katherina    Call you me daughter? Now, I promise you
    You have showed 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.

Petruchio    Father, 'tis thus: yourself and all the world
    That talked of her have talked 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.

Katherina    I'll see thee hanged on Sunday first.

Gremio    Hark, Petruchio, she says she'll see thee hanged first.

Tranio    Is this your speeding? Nay then, good night our part!

Petruchio    Be patient, gentlemen, I choose her for myself.
    If she and I be pleased, what's that to you?
    'Tis bargained '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.

Baptista    I know not what to say, but give me your hands.
    God send you joy, Petruchio! 'Tis a match.

Gremio &
Tranio    Amen, say we. We will be witnesses.

Petruchio    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 KATHERINA severally.

Gremio    Was ever match clapped up so suddenly?

Baptista    Faith, gentlemen, now I play a merchant's part,
    And venture madly on a desperate mart.

Tranio    'Twas a commodity lay fretting by you:
    'Twill bring you gain, or perish on the seas.

Baptista    The gain I seek is quiet in the match.

Gremio    No doubt but he hath got a quiet catch.
    But now, Baptista, to your younger daughter.
    Now is the day we long have lookd for.
    I am your neighbour, and was suitor first.

Tranio    And I am one that love Bianca more
    Than words can witness, or your thoughts can guess.

Gremio    Youngling, thou canst not love so dear as I.

Tranio    Greybeard, thy love doth freeze.

Gremio                                    But thine doth fry.
    Skipper, stand back; 'tis age that nourisheth.

Tranio    But youth in ladies' eyes that flourisheth.

Baptista    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 Bianca's love.
    Say, Signor Gremio, what can you assure her?

Gremio    First, as you know, my house within the city
    Is richly furnishd with plate and gold,
    Basins and ewers to lave her dainty hands;
    My hangings all of Tyrian tapestry;
    In ivory coffers I have stuffed my crowns,
    In cypress chests my arras counterpoints,
    Costly apparel, tents, and canopies,
    Fine linen, Turkey cushions bossed with pearl,
    Valance of Venice gold in needlework,
    Pewter and brass, and all things that belongs
    To house or housekeeping. 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 struck in years, I must confess,
    And if I die tomorrow this is hers,
    If whilst I live she will be only mine.

Tranio    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 Signor Gremio has in Padua;
    Besides two thousand ducats by the year
    Of fruitful land, all which shall be her jointure.
    What, have I pinched you, Signor Gremio?

Gremio    Two thousand ducats by the year of land!
    [Aside.] My land amounts not to so much in all.
    [Aloud.] That she shall have; besides, an argosy
    That now is lying in Marseilles road.
    What, have I choked you with an argosy?

Tranio    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 whate'er thou off'rest next.

Gremio    Nay, I have offered 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.

Tranio    Why, then the maid is mine from all the world,
    By your firm promise. Gremio is outvied.

Baptista    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?

Tranio    That's but a cavil; he is old, I young.

Gremio    And may not young men die as well as old?

Baptista    Well, gentlemen,
    I am thus resolved: 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 Signor Gremio.
    And so I take my leave, and thank you both.

Gremio    Adieu, good neighbour.
                                                        [Exit BAPTISTA.
                                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.
                                                        [Exit.
Tranio    A vengeance on your crafty withered hide!
    Yet I have faced it with a card of ten.
    'Tis in my head to do my master good:
    I see no reason but supposed Lucentio
    Must get a father called supposed 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.
                                                        [Exit.