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I am to get a man- whate'er he be |
It skills not much; we'll fit him to our turn- |
And he shall be Vincentio of Pisa, |
And make assurance here in Padua |
Of greater sums than I have promised. |
So shall you quietly enjoy your hope |
And marry sweet Bianca with consent. |
LUCENTIO. Were it not that my fellow schoolmaster |
Doth watch Bianca's steps so narrowly, |
'Twere good, methinks, to steal our marriage; |
Which once perform'd, let all the world say no, |
I'll keep mine own despite of all the world. |
TRANIO. That by degrees we mean to look into |
And watch our vantage in this business; |
We'll over-reach the greybeard, Gremio, |
The narrow-prying father, Minola, |
The quaint musician, amorous Licio- |
All for my master's sake, Lucentio. |
Re-enter GREMIO |
Signior Gremio, came you from the church? |
GREMIO. As willingly as e'er I came from school. |
TRANIO. And is the bride and bridegroom coming home? |
GREMIO. A bridegroom, say you? 'Tis a groom indeed, |
A grumbling groom, and that the girl shall find. |
TRANIO. Curster than she? Why, 'tis impossible. |
GREMIO. Why, he's a devil, a devil, a very fiend. |
TRANIO. Why, she's a devil, a devil, the devil's dam. |
GREMIO. Tut, she's a lamb, a dove, a fool, to him! |
I'll tell you, Sir Lucentio: when the priest |
Should ask if Katherine should be his wife, |
'Ay, by gogs-wouns' quoth he, and swore so loud |
That, all amaz'd, the priest let fall the book; |
And as he stoop'd again to take it up, |
This mad-brain'd bridegroom took him such a cuff |
That down fell priest and book, and book and priest. |
'Now take them up,' quoth he 'if any list.' |
TRANIO. What said the wench, when he rose again? |
GREMIO. Trembled and shook, for why he stamp'd and swore |
As if the vicar meant to cozen him. |
But after many ceremonies done |
He calls for wine: 'A health!' quoth he, as if |
He had been abroad, carousing to his mates |
After a storm; quaff'd off the muscadel, |
And threw the sops all in the sexton's face, |
Having no other reason |
But that his beard grew thin and hungerly |
And seem'd to ask him sops as he was drinking. |
This done, he took the bride about the neck, |
And kiss'd her lips with such a clamorous smack |
That at the parting all the church did echo. |
And I, seeing this, came thence for very shame; |
And after me, I know, the rout is coming. |
Such a mad marriage never was before. |
Hark, hark! I hear the minstrels play. [Music plays] |
Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHERINA, BIANCA, BAPTISTA, HORTENSIO, |
GRUMIO, and train |
PETRUCHIO. Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for your pains. |
I know you think to dine with me to-day, |
And have prepar'd great store of wedding cheer |
But so it is- my haste doth call me hence, |
And therefore here I mean to take my leave. |
BAPTISTA. Is't possible you will away to-night? |
PETRUCHIO. I must away to-day before night come. |
Make it no wonder; if you knew my business, |
You would entreat me rather go than stay. |
And, honest company, I thank you all |
That have beheld me give away myself |
To this most patient, sweet, and virtuous wife. |
Dine with my father, drink a health to me. |
For I must hence; and farewell to you all. |
TRANIO. Let us entreat you stay till after dinner. |
PETRUCHIO. It may not be. |
GREMIO. Let me entreat you. |
PETRUCHIO. It cannot be. |
KATHERINA. Let me entreat you. |
PETRUCHIO. I am content. |
KATHERINA. Are you content to stay? |
PETRUCHIO. I am content you shall entreat me stay; |
But yet not stay, entreat me how you can. |
KATHERINA. Now, if you love me, stay. |
PETRUCHIO. Grumio, my horse. |
GRUMIO. Ay, sir, they be ready; the oats have eaten the horses. |
KATHERINA. Nay, then, |
Do what thou canst, I will not go to-day; |
No, nor to-morrow, not till I please myself. |
The door is open, sir; there lies your way; |
You may be jogging whiles your boots are green; |
For me, I'll not be gone till I please myself. |
'Tis like you'll prove a jolly surly groom |
That take it on you at the first so roundly. |
PETRUCHIO. O Kate, content thee; prithee be not angry. |
KATHERINA. I will be angry; what hast thou to do? |
Father, be quiet; he shall stay my leisure. |
GREMIO. Ay, marry, sir, now it begins to work. |
KATHERINA. Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner. |
I see a woman may be made a fool |
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