Act I. Scene
Act I. Scene I.Padua. A public Place.
Enter LUCENTIO and TRANIO.
Luc. Tranio, since for the great desire I had
To see fair Padua, nursery of arts,
I am arriv'd for fruitful Lombardy,
The pleasant garden of great Italy;
And by my father's love and leave am arm'd
With his good will and thy good company,
My trusty servant well approv'd in all,
Here let us breathe, and haply institute
A course of learning and ingenious studies.
Pisa, renowned for grave citizens,
Gave me my being and my father first,
A merchant of great traffic through the world,
Vincentio, come of the Bentivolii
Vincentio's son, brought up in Florence,
It shall become to serve all hopes conceive,
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
By virtue specially to be achiev'd.
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.
Tra. Mi perdonate, 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
This virtue and this moral discipline,
Let's be no stoics nor no stocks, I pray;
Or so devote to Aristotle's checks
As Ovid be an outcast quite abjur'd.
Balk logic with acquaintance that you have,
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;
In brief, sir, study what you most affect.
Luc. 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
Such friends as time in Padua shall beget.
But stay awhile: what company is this?
Tra. Master, some show to welcome us to
Enter BAPTISTA, KATHARINA, BIANCA,
GREMIO, and HORTENSIO. LUCENTIO
and TRANIO stand aside.
Bap. Gentlemen, importune me no further,
For how I firmly am resolv'd you know;
That is, not to 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 plea-
Gre. To cart her rather: she's too rough for
There, there, Hortensio, will you any wife?
Kath. [To BAPTISTA.] I pray you, sir, is it
To make a stale of me amongst these mates?
Hor. Mates, maid! how mean you that? no
mates for you,
Unless you were of gentler, milder mould.
Kath. I' faith, sir, you shall never need to
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.
Hor. From all such devils, good Lord deliver
Gre. And me too, good Lord!
Tra. Hush, master! here is some good pas-
That wench is stark mad or wonderful froward.
Luc. But in the other's silence do I see
Maids' mild behaviour and sobriety.
Tra. Well said, master; mum! and gaze your
Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soon make good
What I have said,Bianca, get you in:
And let it not displease thee, good Bianca,
For I will love thee ne'er the less, my girl.
Kath. A pretty peat! it is best
Put finger in the eye, an she knew why.
Bian. Sister, content you in my discontent.
Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe:
My books and instruments shall be my company,
On them to look and practise by myself.
Luc. Hark, Tranio! thou mayst hear Minerva
Hor. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange?
Sorry am I that our good will effects
Gre. Will you mew her up,
Signior Baptista, for this fiend of hell,
And make her bear the penance of her tongue?
Bap. Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolv'd.
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,
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;
And so, farewell. Katharina, you may stay;
For I have more to commune with Bianca. [Exit.
Kath. Why, and I trust I may go too; may I
What! shall I be appointed hours, as though,
I knew not what to take, and what to leave? Ha!
Gre. 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 cake's dough on both sides. Farewell:
yet, for the love I bear my 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
Hor. So will I, Signior Gremio: but a word,
I pray. Though the nature of our quarrel yet
never brooked 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 Bianca's love,to labour and effect one thing
Gre. What's that, I pray?
Hor. Marry, sir, to get a husband for her
Gre. A husband! a devil.
Hor. I say, a husband.
Gre. I say; a devil. Thinkest thou, Hortensio,
though her father be very rich, any man is so
very a fool to be married to hell?
Hor. 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.
Gre. I cannot tell; but I had as lief take her
dowry with this condition, to be whipped at the
high-cross every morning.
Hor. Faith, as you say, there's small choice
in rotten apples. But, come; since this bar in
law makes us friends, it shall be so far forth
friendly maintained, till by helping Baptista's
eldest daughter to a husband, we set his youngest
free for a husband, and then have to't afresh.
Sweet Bianca! Happy man be his dole! He
that runs fastest gets the ring. How say you,
Gre. 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.
[Exeunt GREMIO and HORTENSIO.
Tra. I pray, sir, tell me, is it possible
That love should of a sudden take such hold?
Luc. O Tranio! till I found it to be true,
I never thought it possible or likely;
But see, while idly I stood looking on,
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,
If I achieve not this young modest girl.
Counsel me, Tranio, for I know thou canst:
Assist me, Tranio, for I know thou wilt.
Tra. Master, it is no time to chide you now;
Affection is not rated from the heart:
If love have touch'd you, nought remains but so,
Redime te capture, quam queas minima.
Luc. Gramercies, lad; go forward: this con-
The rest will comfort, for thy counsel's sound.
Tra. Master, you look'd so longly on the maid,
Perhaps you mark'd not what's the pith of all.
Luc. 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.
Tra. Saw you no more? mark'd you not how
Began to scold and raise up such a storm
That mortal ears might hardly endure the din?
Luc. Tranio, I saw her coral lips to move,
And with her breath she did perfume the air;
Sacred and sweet was all I saw in her.
Tra. Nay, then, 'tis time to stir him from his
I pray, awake, sir: if you love the maid,
Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her. Thus it
Her elder sister is so curst and shrewd,
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.
Luc. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel father's he!
But art thou not advis'd he took some care
To get her cunning schoolmasters to instruct her?
Tra. Ay, marry, am I, sir; and now 'tis plot-
Luc. I have it, Tranio.
Tra. Master, for my hand,
Both our inventions meet and jump in one.
Luc. Tell me thine first.
Tra. You will be schoolmaster,
And undertake the teaching of the maid:
That's your device.
Luc. It is: may it be done?
Tra. Not possible; for who shall bear your
And be in Padua here Vincentio's son?
Keep house and ply his book, welcome his
Visit his countrymen, and banquet them?
Luc. Basta; content thee; for I have it full.
We have not yet been seen in any house,
Nor can we be distinguished by our faces
For man, or master: then, it follows thus:
Thou shalt be master, Tranio, in my stead,
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:
When Biondello comes, he waits on thee;
But I will charm him first to keep his tongue.
[They exchange habits.
Tra. So had you need.
In brief then, sir, sith it your pleasure is,
And I am tied to be obedient;
For so your father charg'd 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.
Luc. Tranio, be so, because Lucentio loves;
And let me be a slave, to achieve that maid
Whose sudden sight hath thrall'd my wounded
Here comes the rogue.
Sirrah, where have you been?
Bion. Where have I been! Nay, how now!
where are you?
Master, has my fellow Tranio stol'n your clothes,
Or you stol'n his? or both? pray, what's the
Luc. Sirrah, come hither: 'tis no time to jest,
And therefore frame your manners to the time.
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.
Wait you on him, I charge you, as becomes,
While I make way from hence to save my life:
You understand me?
Bion. I, sir! ne'er a whit.
Luc. And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth:
Tranio is changed to Lucentio.
Bion. The better for him: would I were so too!
Tra. So would I, faith boy, to have the next
That Lucentio indeed had Baptista's youngest
But, sirrah, not for my sake, but your master's,
You use your manners discreetly in all kind otompanies:
When I am alone, why, then I am Tranio;
But in all places else your master, Lucentio.
Luc. Tranio, let's go. One thing more rests,
that thyself execute, to make one among these
wooers: if thou ask me why, sufficeth my rea-
sons are both good and weighty. [Exeunt.
The Presenters above speak.
First Serv. My lord, you nod; you do not
mind the play.
Sly. Yes, by Saint Anne, I do. A good matter,
surely: comes there any more of it?
Page. My lord, 'tis but begun.
Sly. 'Tis a very excellent piece of work,
madam lady; would 'twere done!
[They sit and mark.