The Taming of the Shrew

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Act I, Scene 2

Padua. Before HORTENSIO’S house

       
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Enter PETRUCHIO and his man GRUMIO

  • Petruchio. Verona, for a while I take my leave,
    To see my friends in Padua; but of all
    My best beloved and approved friend,
    Hortensio; and I trow this is his house. 555
    Here, sirrah Grumio, knock, I say.
  • Grumio. Knock, sir! Whom should I knock?
    Is there any man has rebus'd your worship?
  • Petruchio. Villain, I say, knock me here soundly.
  • Grumio. Knock you here, sir? Why, sir, what am I, sir, that I 560
    should knock you here, sir?
  • Petruchio. Villain, I say, knock me at this gate,
    And rap me well, or I'll knock your knave's pate.
  • Grumio. My master is grown quarrelsome. I should knock you first,
    And then I know after who comes by the worst. 565
  • Petruchio. Will it not be?
    Faith, sirrah, an you'll not knock I'll ring it;
    I'll try how you can sol-fa, and sing it.

[He wrings him by the ears]

  • Grumio. Help, masters, help! My master is mad. 570
  • Petruchio. Now knock when I bid you, sirrah villain!

Enter HORTENSIO

  • Hortensio. How now! what's the matter? My old friend Grumio and my
    good friend Petruchio! How do you all at Verona?
  • Petruchio. Signior Hortensio, come you to part the fray? 575
    'Con tutto il cuore ben trovato' may I say.
  • Hortensio. Alla nostra casa ben venuto,
    Molto honorato signor mio Petruchio.
    Rise, Grumio, rise; we will compound this quarrel.
  • Grumio. Nay, 'tis no matter, sir, what he 'leges in Latin. If this 580
    be not a lawful cause for me to leave his service- look you, sir:
    he bid me knock him and rap him soundly, sir. Well, was it fit
    for a servant to use his master so; being, perhaps, for aught I
    see, two and thirty, a pip out?
    Whom would to God I had well knock'd at first, 585
    Then had not Grumio come by the worst.
  • Petruchio. A senseless villain! Good Hortensio,
    I bade the rascal knock upon your gate,
    And could not get him for my heart to do it.
  • Grumio. Knock at the gate? O heavens! Spake you not these words 590
    plain: 'Sirrah knock me here, rap me here, knock me well, and
    knock me soundly'? And come you now with 'knocking at the gate'?
  • Petruchio. Sirrah, be gone, or talk not, I advise you.
  • Hortensio. Petruchio, patience; I am Grumio's pledge;
    Why, this's a heavy chance 'twixt him and you, 595
    Your ancient, trusty, pleasant servant Grumio.
    And tell me now, sweet friend, what happy gale
    Blows you to Padua here from old Verona?
  • Petruchio. Such wind as scatters young men through the world
    To seek their fortunes farther than at home, 600
    Where small experience grows. But in a few,
    Signior Hortensio, thus it stands with me:
    Antonio, my father, is deceas'd,
    And I have thrust myself into this maze,
    Haply to wive and thrive as best I may; 605
    Crowns in my purse I have, and goods at home,
    And so am come abroad to see the world.
  • Hortensio. Petruchio, shall I then come roundly to thee
    And wish thee to a shrewd ill-favour'd wife?
    Thou'dst thank me but a little for my counsel, 610
    And yet I'll promise thee she shall be rich,
    And very rich; but th'art too much my friend,
    And I'll not wish thee to her.
  • Petruchio. Signior Hortensio, 'twixt such friends as we
    Few words suffice; and therefore, if thou know 615
    One rich enough to be Petruchio's wife,
    As wealth is burden of my wooing dance,
    Be she as foul as was Florentius' love,
    As old as Sibyl, and as curst and shrewd
    As Socrates' Xanthippe or a worse- 620
    She moves me not, or not removes, at least,
    Affection's edge in me, were she as rough
    As are the swelling Adriatic seas.
    I come to wive it wealthily in Padua;
    If wealthily, then happily in Padua. 625
  • Grumio. Nay, look you, sir, he tells you flatly what his mind is.
    Why, give him gold enough and marry him to a puppet or an
    aglet-baby, or an old trot with ne'er a tooth in her head, though
    she has as many diseases as two and fifty horses. Why, nothing
    comes amiss, so money comes withal. 630
  • Hortensio. Petruchio, since we are stepp'd thus far in,
    I will continue that I broach'd in jest.
    I can, Petruchio, help thee to a wife
    With wealth enough, and young and beauteous;
    Brought up as best becomes a gentlewoman; 635
    Her only fault, and that is faults enough,
    Is- that she is intolerable curst,
    And shrewd and froward so beyond all measure
    That, were my state far worser than it is,
    I would not wed her for a mine of gold. 640
  • Petruchio. Hortensio, peace! thou know'st not gold's effect.
    Tell me her father's name, and 'tis enough;
    For I will board her though she chide as loud
    As thunder when the clouds in autumn crack.
  • Hortensio. Her father is Baptista Minola, 645
    An affable and courteous gentleman;
    Her name is Katherina Minola,
    Renown'd in Padua for her scolding tongue.
  • Petruchio. I know her father, though I know not her;
    And he knew my deceased father well. 650
    I will not sleep, Hortensio, till I see her;
    And therefore let me be thus bold with you
    To give you over at this first encounter,
    Unless you will accompany me thither.
  • Grumio. I pray you, sir, let him go while the humour lasts. O' my 655
    word, and she knew him as well as I do, she would think scolding
    would do little good upon him. She may perhaps call him half a
    score knaves or so. Why, that's nothing; and he begin once, he'll
    rail in his rope-tricks. I'll tell you what, sir: an she stand
    him but a little, he will throw a figure in her face, and so 660
    disfigure her with it that she shall have no more eyes to see
    withal than a cat. You know him not, sir.
  • Hortensio. Tarry, Petruchio, I must go with thee,
    For in Baptista's keep my treasure is.
    He hath the jewel of my life in hold, 665
    His youngest daughter, beautiful Bianca;
    And her withholds from me, and other more,
    Suitors to her and rivals in my love;
    Supposing it a thing impossible-
    For those defects I have before rehears'd- 670
    That ever Katherina will be woo'd.
    Therefore this order hath Baptista ta'en,
    That none shall have access unto Bianca
    Till Katherine the curst have got a husband.
  • Grumio. Katherine the curst! 675
    A title for a maid of all titles the worst.
  • Hortensio. Now shall my friend Petruchio do me grace,
    And offer me disguis'd in sober robes
    To old Baptista as a schoolmaster
    Well seen in music, to instruct Bianca; 680
    That so I may by this device at least
    Have leave and leisure to make love to her,
    And unsuspected court her by herself.
    Enter GREMIO with LUCENTIO disguised as CAMBIO
  • Grumio. Here's no knavery! See, to beguile the old folks, how the 685
    young folks lay their heads together! Master, master, look about
    you. Who goes there, ha?
  • Hortensio. Peace, Grumio! It is the rival of my love. Petruchio,
    stand by awhile.
  • Grumio. A proper stripling, and an amorous! 690

[They stand aside]

  • Gremio. O, very well; I have perus'd the note.
    Hark you, sir; I'll have them very fairly bound-
    All books of love, see that at any hand;
    And see you read no other lectures to her. 695
    You understand me- over and beside
    Signior Baptista's liberality,
    I'll mend it with a largess. Take your paper too,
    And let me have them very well perfum'd;
    For she is sweeter than perfume itself 700
    To whom they go to. What will you read to her?
  • Lucentio. Whate'er I read to her, I'll plead for you
    As for my patron, stand you so assur'd,
    As firmly as yourself were still in place;
    Yea, and perhaps with more successful words 705
    Than you, unless you were a scholar, sir.
  • Gremio. O this learning, what a thing it is!
  • Grumio. O this woodcock, what an ass it is!
  • Hortensio. Grumio, mum! [Coming forward] 710
    God save you, Signior Gremio!
  • Gremio. And you are well met, Signior Hortensio.
    Trow you whither I am going? To Baptista Minola.
    I promis'd to enquire carefully
    About a schoolmaster for the fair Bianca; 715
    And by good fortune I have lighted well
    On this young man; for learning and behaviour
    Fit for her turn, well read in poetry
    And other books- good ones, I warrant ye.
  • Hortensio. 'Tis well; and I have met a gentleman 720
    Hath promis'd me to help me to another,
    A fine musician to instruct our mistress;
    So shall I no whit be behind in duty
    To fair Bianca, so beloved of me.
  • Gremio. Beloved of me- and that my deeds shall prove. 725
  • Grumio. And that his bags shall prove.
  • Hortensio. Gremio, 'tis now no time to vent our love.
    Listen to me, and if you speak me fair
    I'll tell you news indifferent good for either.
    Here is a gentleman whom by chance I met, 730
    Upon agreement from us to his liking,
    Will undertake to woo curst Katherine;
    Yea, and to marry her, if her dowry please.
  • Gremio. So said, so done, is well.
    Hortensio, have you told him all her faults? 735
  • Petruchio. I know she is an irksome brawling scold;
    If that be all, masters, I hear no harm.
  • Gremio. No, say'st me so, friend? What countryman?
  • Petruchio. Born in Verona, old Antonio's son.
    My father dead, my fortune lives for me; 740
    And I do hope good days and long to see.
  • Gremio. O Sir, such a life with such a wife were strange!
    But if you have a stomach, to't a God's name;
    You shall have me assisting you in all.
    But will you woo this wild-cat? 745
  • Grumio. Will he woo her? Ay, or I'll hang her.
  • Petruchio. Why came I hither but to that intent?
    Think you a little din can daunt mine ears?
    Have I not in my time heard lions roar? 750
    Have I not heard the sea, puff'd up with winds,
    Rage like an angry boar chafed with sweat?
    Have I not heard great ordnance in the field,
    And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies?
    Have I not in a pitched battle heard 755
    Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang?
    And do you tell me of a woman's tongue,
    That gives not half so great a blow to hear
    As will a chestnut in a farmer's fire?
    Tush! tush! fear boys with bugs. 760
  • Gremio. Hortensio, hark:
    This gentleman is happily arriv'd,
    My mind presumes, for his own good and ours.
  • Hortensio. I promis'd we would be contributors 765
    And bear his charge of wooing, whatsoe'er.
  • Gremio. And so we will- provided that he win her.
  • Grumio. I would I were as sure of a good dinner.
    Enter TRANIO, bravely apparelled as LUCENTIO, and BIONDELLO
  • Tranio. Gentlemen, God save you! If I may be bold, 770
    Tell me, I beseech you, which is the readiest way
    To the house of Signior Baptista Minola?
  • Biondello. He that has the two fair daughters; is't he you mean?
  • Gremio. Hark you, sir, you mean not her to- 775
  • Tranio. Perhaps him and her, sir; what have you to do?
  • Petruchio. Not her that chides, sir, at any hand, I pray.
  • Tranio. I love no chiders, sir. Biondello, let's away.
  • Hortensio. Sir, a word ere you go. 780
    Are you a suitor to the maid you talk of, yea or no?
  • Tranio. And if I be, sir, is it any offence?
  • Gremio. No; if without more words you will get you hence.
  • Tranio. Why, sir, I pray, are not the streets as free
    For me as for you? 785
  • Tranio. For what reason, I beseech you?
  • Gremio. For this reason, if you'll know,
    That she's the choice love of Signior Gremio.
  • Hortensio. That she's the chosen of Signior Hortensio. 790
  • Tranio. Softly, my masters! If you be gentlemen,
    Do me this right- hear me with patience.
    Baptista is a noble gentleman,
    To whom my father is not all unknown,
    And, were his daughter fairer than she is, 795
    She may more suitors have, and me for one.
    Fair Leda's daughter had a thousand wooers;
    Then well one more may fair Bianca have;
    And so she shall: Lucentio shall make one,
    Though Paris came in hope to speed alone. 800
  • Gremio. What, this gentleman will out-talk us all!
  • Lucentio. Sir, give him head; I know he'll prove a jade.
  • Petruchio. Hortensio, to what end are all these words?
  • Hortensio. Sir, let me be so bold as ask you,
    Did you yet ever see Baptista's daughter? 805
  • Tranio. No, sir, but hear I do that he hath two:
    The one as famous for a scolding tongue
    As is the other for beauteous modesty.
  • Petruchio. Sir, sir, the first's for me; let her go by.
  • Gremio. Yea, leave that labour to great Hercules, 810
    And let it be more than Alcides' twelve.
  • Petruchio. Sir, understand you this of me, in sooth:
    The youngest daughter, whom you hearken for,
    Her father keeps from all access of suitors,
    And will not promise her to any man 815
    Until the elder sister first be wed.
    The younger then is free, and not before.
  • Tranio. If it be so, sir, that you are the man
    Must stead us all, and me amongst the rest;
    And if you break the ice, and do this feat, 820
    Achieve the elder, set the younger free
    For our access- whose hap shall be to have her
    Will not so graceless be to be ingrate.
  • Hortensio. Sir, you say well, and well you do conceive;
    And since you do profess to be a suitor, 825
    You must, as we do, gratify this gentleman,
    To whom we all rest generally beholding.
  • Tranio. Sir, I shall not be slack; in sign whereof,
    Please ye we may contrive this afternoon,
    And quaff carouses to our mistress' health; 830
    And do as adversaries do in law-
    Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.
  • Grumio. [with BIONDELLO:] O excellent motion! Fellows, let's be gone.
  • Hortensio. The motion's good indeed, and be it so.
    Petruchio, I shall be your ben venuto. Exeunt 835

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