Act V. Scene
Scene II.A Room in LUCENTIO'S House.
A Banquet set out. Enter BAPTISTA,
VINCENTIO, GREMIO, the Pedant,
LUCENTIO, BIANCA, PETRUCHIO,
KATHARINA, HORTENSIO, and Widow.
TRANIO, BIONDELLO, GRUMIO, and
Luc. At last, though long, our jarring notes
And time it is, when raging war is done,
To smile at 'scapes and perils overblown.
My fair Bianca, bid my father welcome,
While I with self-same kindness welcome thine.
Brother Petruchio, sister Katharina,
And thou, Hortensio, with thy loving widow,
Feast with the best, and welcome to my house:
My banquet is to close our stomachs up,
After our great good cheer. Pray you, sit down;
For now we sit to chat as well as eat.
[They sit at table.
Pet. Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and
Bap. Padua affords this kindness, son Pe-
Pet. Padua affords nothing but what is kind.
Hor. For both our sakes I would that word
Pet. Now, for my life, Hortensio fears his
Wid. Then never trust me, if I be afeard.
Pet. You are very sensible, and yet you miss
I mean, Hortensio is afeard of you.
Wid. He that is giddy thinks the world turns
Pet. Roundly replied.
Kath. Mistress, how mean you that?
Wid. Thus I conceive by him.
Pet. Conceives by me! How likes Hortensio
Hor. My widow says, thus she conceives her
Pet. Very well mended. Kiss him for that,
Kath. 'He that is giddy thinks the world
I pray you, tell me what you meant by that.
Wid. Your husband, being troubled with a
Measures my husband's sorrow by his woe:
And now you know my meaning.
Kath. A very mean meaning.
Wid. Right, I mean you.
Kath. And I am mean, indeed, respecting
Pet. To her, Kate!
Hor. To her, widow!
Pet. A. hundred marks, my Kate does put her
Hor. That's my office.
Pet. Spoke like an officer: ha' to thee, lad.
[Drinks to HORTENSIO.
Bap. How likes Gremio these quick-witted
Gre. Believe me, sir, they butt together well.
Bian. Head and butt! a hasty-witted body
Would say your head and butt were head and
Vin. Ay, mistress bride, hath that awaken'd
Bian. Ay, but not frighted me; therefore I'll
Pet. Nay, that you shall not; since you have
Have at you for a bitter jest or two.
Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my
And then pursue me as you draw your bow.
You are welcome all.
[Exeunt BIANCA, KATHARINA, and Widow.
Pet. She hath prevented me. Here, Signior
This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her
Therefore a health to all that shot and miss'd.
Tra. O sir! Lucentio slipp'd me, like his grey-
Which runs himself, and catches for his master.
Pet. A good swift simile, but something cur-
Tra. 'Tis well, sir, that you hunted for your-
'Tis thought your deer does hold you at a bay.
Bap. O ho, Petruchio! Tranio hits you now.
Luc. I thank thee for that gird, good Tranio.
Hor. Confess, confess, hath he not hit you
Pet. A' has a little gall'd me, I confess;
And, as the jest did glance away from me,
'Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright.
Bap. Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio,
I think thou hast the veriest shrew of all.
Pet. Well, I say no: and therefore, for as-
Let's each one send unto his wife;
And he whose wife is most obedient
To come at first when he doth send for her,
Shall win the wager which we will propose.
Hor. Content. What is the wager?
Luc. Twenty crowns.
Pet. Twenty crowns!
I'll venture so much of my hawk or hound,
But twenty times so much upon my wife.
Luc. A hundred then.
Pet. A match! 'tis done.
Hor. Who shall begin?
Luc. That will I.
Go, Biondello, bid your mistress come to me.
Bion. I go. [Exit.
Bap. Son, I will be your half, Bianca comes.
Luc. I'll have no halves; I'll bear it all my-
How now! what news?
Bion. Sir, my mistress sends you word
That she is busy and she cannot come.
Pet. How! she is busy, and she cannot come!
Is that an answer?
Gre. Ay, and a kind one too:
Pray God, sir, your wife send you not a worse.
Pet. I hope, better.
Hor. Sirrah Biondello, go and entreat my
To come to me forthwith. [Exit BIONDELLO.
Pet. O ho! entreat her!
Nay, then she must needs come.
Hor. I am afraid, sir,
Do what you can, yours will not be entreated.
Now, where's my wife?
Bion. She says you have some goodly jest in
She will not come: she bids you come to her.
Pet. Worse and worse; she will not come! O
Intolerable, not to be endur'd!
Sirrah Grumio, go to your mistress; say,
I command her come to me. [Exit GRUMIO.
Hor. I know her answer.
Hor. She will not.
Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an
Bap. Now, by my holidame, here comes Katha-
Kath. What is your will, sir, that you send
Pet. Where is your sister, and Hortensio's
Kath. They sit conferring by the parlour
Pet. Go, fetch them hither: if they deny to
Swinge me them soundly forth unto their hus-
Away, I say, and bring them hither straight
Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a
Hor. And so it is. I wonder what it bodes.
Pet. Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and
An awful rule and right supremacy;
And, to be short, what not that's sweet and
Bap. Now fair befall thee, good Petruchio!
The wager thou hast won; and I will add
Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns;
Another dowry to another daughter,
For she is chang'd, as she had never been.
Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet,
And show more sign of her obedience,
Her new-built virtue and obedience.
See where she comes, and brings your froward
As prisoners to her womanly persuasion.
Re-enter KATHARINA, with BIANCA and Widow.
Katharine, that cap of yours becomes you not:
Off with that bauble, throw it under foot.
[KATHARINA pulls off her cap, and throws
Wid. Lord! let me never have a cause to
Till I be brought to such a silly pass!
Bian. Fie! what a foolish duty call you
Luc. I would your duty were as foolish too:
The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca,
Hath cost me an hundred crowns since supper-
Bian. The more fool you for laying on my
Pet. Katharine, I charge thee, tell these
What duty they do owe their lords and hus-
Wid. Come, come, you're mocking: we will
have no telling.
Pet. Come on, I say; and first begin with
Wid. She shall not.
Pet. I say she shall: and first begin with
Kath. Fie, fie! unknit that threatening un-
And dart not scornful glances from those eyes,
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor:
It blots thy beauty as frosts do bite the meads,
Confounds thy fame as whirlwinds shake fair
And in no sense is meet or amiable.
A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty;
And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty
Will deign to sip or touch one drop of it.
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for
And for thy maintenance commits his body
To painful labour both by sea and land,
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and
And craves no other tribute at thy hands
But love, fair looks, and true obedience;
Too little payment for so great a debt.
Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
Even such a woman oweth to her husband;
And when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
And not obedient to his honest will,
What is she but a foul contending rebel,
And graceless traitor to her loving lord?
I am asham'd that women are so simple
To offer war where they should kneel for peace,
Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway,
When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.
Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth,
Unapt to toil and trouble in the world,
But that our soft conditions and our hearts.
Should well agree with our external parts?
Come, come, you froward and unable worms
My mind hath been as big as one of yours,
My heart as great, my reason haply more,
To bandy word for word and frown for frown;
But now I see our lances are but straws,
Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare,
That seeming to be most which we indeed least
Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot,
And place your hands below your husband's
In token of which duty, if he please,
My hand is ready; may it do him ease.
Pet. Why, there's a wench! Come on, and
kiss me, Kate.
Luc. Well, go thy ways, old lad, for thou
Vin. 'Tis a good hearing when children are
Luc. But a harsh hearing when women are
Pet. Come, Kate, we'llto bed.
We three are married, but you two are sped.
'Twas I won the wager, [To LUCENTIO.] though
you hit the white;
And, being a winner. God ghe you good
[Exeunt PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA.
Hor. Now, go thy ways; thou hast tam'd a
Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be
tam'd so. [Exeunt.