Stockdale's edition of Shakespeare, with explanatory notes

Draw forth thy weapon; we're befet with thieves;
Refcue thy mistress, if thou be a man:— [Kate;
Fear not, fweet wench, they fhall not touch thee,|
I'll buckler thee against a million.

[Exe. Petruchio and Katherine Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones. Gr. Went they not quickly, I fhould die with laughing.

Tea. Of all mad matches, never was the like!
I. Mistress, what's your opinion of your fifter?

Bian. That, being mad herself, the's madly mated."
Gre. I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated.
Bap. Neighbours and friends, though bride and
bridegroom wants

For to fupply the places at the table,
You know, there wants no junkets at the feaft ;-
Lucentio, you fhall fupply the bridegroom's place;
And let Binca take her fifter's room.

Tra. Shall fweet Bianca practife how to bride it?
Bap. She fhall, Lucentio. Come, gentlemen,
let's go.
[Exeunt.

FYF, fve, on all tired jades on all mad

Was

was

IV.

Gru. A cold world, Curtis, in every office but thing; and, therefore, fire: Do thy duty, and have thy duty; for my matter and miftrefs are almoft frozen to death.

Curt. There's fire ready: And therefore, good Grumio, the news?

Gru. Why, Jack boy! bo boy 5! and as much news as thou wilt.

maiters! and all foul ways! ever man fo beaten? was ever man fo ray'd ever man fo weary? I am fent before to make a fire, and they are coming after to warm them. Cat. Come, you are fo full of conycatching:Now, were not I a little pot, and foon hot 2, my Gou. Why therefore, fire; for I have caught very lips might freeze to my teeth, my tongue to extreme cold. Where's the cook? is fupper reathe roof of my mouth, my heart in my belly, credy, the houfe trimm'd, ruthes itrew'd, cobwebs I thould come by a fire to thaw ine:--But, I, with wept: the ferving-men in their new futtian, their blowing the fire, fhall warm myfelf; for, confi-white stockings, and every officer his wedding-gardering the weather, a taller man than I will take cold. Hoila, hoa! Curtis!

Enter Curti.

Curt. Who is that, calls fo coldly?

Gru. A piece of ice: if thou doubt it, thou may'ft flide from my fhoulder to my heel, with no greater a run but my head and my neck. A fire, good Curtis.

Curt. Is my mafter and his wife coming, Grumio ?

Gru. Oh, ay, Curtis, ay: and therefore fire, fire; caft on no water.

Curt. Is the fo hot a fhrew as the's reported? Gru. She was, good Curtis, before this froft; but, thou know'it, winter tames man, woman, and beaft; for it hath tam'd my old mafter, and my new miftrefs, and myself, fellow Curtis.

ment on? be the jacks fair within, the jills fair without, the carpets laid, and every thing in order?

Curt. All ready; And therefore, I pray thee,

Curt. This is to feel a tale, not to hear a tale. Gru. And therefore 'tis call'd, a fenfible tale : and this cuff was but to knock at your ear, and Imprimis, we riding behind

Curt. Away. you three-inch fool! I am no befeech liftning. Now I begin: beast. came down a foul hill, my mafter my mistress :--

Gru. Am I but three inches? Why, thy horn is a foot; and fo long am I, at the least 4, But wilt thou make a fire, or fhall I complain on thee to our miftrefs, whofe hand (fhe being now at hand) thou fhalt foon feel, to thy cold comfort, for being flow in thy hot office?

Curt. Both on one horse ?
Gru. What's that to thee?

Curt. Why, a horse.

Gra. Tell thou the tale;-But hadft thou not crofs'd me, thou should't have heard how the

Curt. I pr'ythee, good Gramio, tell me, How horfe fell, and the under her horfe; thou should'st goes the world? have heard, in how miry a place: how the was

1 That is, made dirty. 2 A proverbial expreffion. phrafe taken from the thicker fort of planks. 4 The cuckold. 5 This is a fragment of fome old ballad. maid-iervants droiled P

3 i. e. with a skull three inches thick; a meaning is, that he had made Curtis a i. e, are the drinking-veffels clean, and the

bemoil'd;

bemoil'd; how he left her with the horse upon her; how he beat me becaufe her horfe ftumbled; how the waded through the dirt to pluck him off me; how he fwore; how the pray'd-that never pray'd before; how I cry'd; how the horfes ran away; how her bridle was burit; how I loft my crupper with many things of worthy memory; which now fhall die in oblivion, and thou return unexperienc'd to thy grave.

Gust. By this reckoning, he is more fhrew than

fhe.

Gu. Ay; and that thou and the proudeft of you all fhall find, when he comes home. But what talk I of this call forth Nathaniel, Jofeph, Nicholas, Philip, Walter, Sugarfop, and the reft: let their heads be fleekly comb'd, their blue coats brush'd, and their garters of an indifferent knit 2: let them curtly with their left legs; and not prefume to touch a hair of my mafter's horfe-tail, 'till they kifs their hands. Are they all ready?

Curt. They are.

Gru. Call them forth.

Why,
Off with my boots, you rogues, you villains; When?
It was the far of orders grey 5, [Sings.
As be forth walked on his way :-

Out, you rogue! you pluck my foot awry:
Take that, and mend the plucking off the other.
[Strikes bim.

Cart. Do you hear, ho? you must meet my Be merry, Kate :-Some water, here; what ho!—— mafter, to countenance my mistress.

Gru. Why, the hath a face of her oivn.

Curt. Who knows not that ?

Enter one with water.

Where's my fpaniel Troilus-Sirrah, get you hence,
And bid my coufin Ferdinand come hither :--

Gru. Thou, it feems; that call'ft for company to One, Kate, that you must kifs and be acquainted

Countenance her.

Curt. I call them forth to credit her.

Enter four or five Serving-men.

with. Where are my flippers Shall I have fome water? Come, Kate, and wath, and welcome heartily :

Gru. Why, he comes to borrow nothing of You whoreton villain! will you let it fall?

Gru. Welcome, you ;-how now, you you;-fellow, you;-and thus much for greeting. Now, my spruce companions, is all ready, and all things neat?

Nath. All things are ready: How near is our mafter?

Kath. Patience, I pray you; 'twas a fault un

Pet. 'Tis burnt; and fo is all the meat : What dogs are thefe -Where is the rafcal cook ? Gru. E'en at hand, alighted by this; and there-How durft you, villains, bring it from the dreffer, fore be not,- -Cock's paffion, filence!- -1 And ferve it thus to me that love it not? There, take it to you, trenchers, cups and all: [Throws the meat, &c. about the fiage.

hear my mafter.

Enter Petruchio and Katharine.

Pet. Where be these knaves? What, no man You heedlefs jolt-heads, and unmanner'd flaves!

at the door,

To hold my ftirrup, nor to take my horfe!
Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip-
All Serv. Here, here, fir; here, fir.

What, do you grumble? I'll be with you straight,
Kath. I pray you, husband, be not fo difquiet;
The meat was well, if you were fo contented.
Pet. I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt, and dry'd away;

Pet. Here, fir! here, fir! here, fir! here, fir! And I exprefly am forbid to touch it,
You logger-headed and unpolish'd grooms!
What, no attendance? no regard no duty?→→
Where is the foolish knave I fent before?

Gru. Here, fir; as foolish as I was before.
Pet. You peafant fwain! you whorefon malt-
horfe drudge!

Did not hid thee meet me in the park,
And bring along thefe rafcal knaves with thee?

For it engenders choler, planteth anger;
And better 'twere, that both of us did fast,—
Since, of ourfelves, ourselves are cholerick,→
Than feed it with fuch over-roafted flesh.
Be patient; to-morrow it shall be mended,
And, for this night, we'll faft for company :—
Come, I will bring thee to thy bridal chamber.

[Exeunt.

2 Meaning, that their garters fhould be fellows; indifferent, or
A link is a torch of pitch. That is, fweet, sweet.
S This is

Pet. Thus have I politicly begun my reign,
And 'tis my hope to end fuccessfully:

My faulcon now is fharp, and paffing empty;
And, 'till she stoop, she must not be full-gorg'd,
For then she never looks upon her lure.
Another way I have to man my haggard',
To make her come, and know her keeper's call;
That is, to watch her, as we watch thefe kites,
That bate, and beat, and will not be obedient.
She eat no meat to-day, nor none shall eat ;
Last night the flept not, nor to-night the thall not
As with the meat, fome undeserved fault
I'll find about the making of the bed;

And here I'll fling the pillow, there the bolster,
This way the coverlet, another way the fheets :-
Ay, and amid this hurly, I intend,
That all is done in reverend care of her;
And, in conclufion, she shall watch all night:
And, if the chance to nod, I'll rail, and brawl,
And with the clamour keep her still awake.
This is a way to kill a wife with kindness;
And thus I'll curb her mad and headstrong
humour.--

He that knows better how to tame a fhrew,
Now let him fpeak; 'tis charity, to fhew. [Exit.

I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful.

Hor. Miftake no more; I am not Licio, Nor a musician, as I feem to be;

But one that fcorn to live in this difguife,
For fuch a one as leaves a gentleman,
And makes a god of fuch a cullion :
Know, fir, that I am call'd-Hortenfio.

Tra. Signior Hortenfio, I have often heard Of your entire affection to Bianca:

And fince mine eyes are witnefs of her lightness,
I will with you,--if you be fo contented,
Forfwear Bianca and her love for ever. [Lucentio,

Hor. See, how they kifs and court !-Signior
Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow—
Never to woo her more; but do forswear her,
As one unworthy all the former favours
That I have fondly flatter'd her withal.

Tra. And here I take the like unfeigned oath,Never to marry her, though the would intreat : Fye on her! fee, how beattly fire doth court him! Hor. 'Would all the world but he, had quite forfworn!

For me, that I may furely keep mine oath,
I will be marry'd to a wealthy widow,
Ere three days pafs; which hath as long lov'd me,
As I have lov'd this proud difdainful haggard;
And fo farewel, fignior Lucentio.-
Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,
Shall win my love :-and so I take my leave,
In refolution as I fwore before. [Exit Hortenfio.
Tra. Miftrefs Bianca, bleis you with fuch grace
As 'longeth to a lover's blefied cafe!
Nay, I have taen you napping, gentle love;
And have forfworn you, with Hortenfio.

[Lucentio and Bianca come forward.
Bian. Tranio, you jeft; but have you both for-
Tra. Mittrels, we have.
[worn me?

Luc. Then we are rid of Licio.

Tra. I'faith, he'll have a lufty widow now, That thall be woo'd and wedded in a day.

Bian. God give him joy!

Tra. Ay, and he'll tame her.
Bian. He fays fo, Tranio.

Tra. 'Faith, he is gone unto the taming school.
Bian. The taming fchool! what, is there fuch a
place?

Tra. Ay, miftrefs, and Petruchio is the master; That teacheth tricks eleven and twenty long,To tame a fhrew, and charm her chattering tongue. Enter Biondello, running.

Bion. Oh master, mafter, I have watch'd fo long That I am dog-weary; but at laft I fpied An ancient angel 2 coming down the hill, Will ferve the turn.

Tra. What is he, Biondello

Bion. Mafter, a mercatante 3, or a pedant,
I know not what; but formal in apparel,
In gait and countenance furely like a father.
Luc. And what of him, Tranio ?
Fra. If he be credulous, and truft my tale,
I'll make him glad to feem Vincentio ;

A laggart is a wild hawk; to man a hawk is to tame her. 2 Meaning, perhaps, an ancient enger, which is the primitive fignification of angel.

3 i. e. a merchant.

And

Tra. And you, fir! you are welcome. Travel you far on, or are you at the fartheft? Ped. Sir, at the fartheft for a week or two: But then up farther; and as far as Rome; And fo to Tripoly, if God lend me life, Tra. What countryman, I pray? Ped. Of Mantua.

Tra. Of Mantua, fir ?-marry, God forbid!
And come to Padua, carelefs of your life? [hard.
Ped. My life, fir! how, I pray for that goes
Tra. 'Tis death for any one in Mantua
To come to Padua; Know you not the cause ?
Your fhips are ftaid at Venice; and the duke
(For private quarrel 'twixt your duke and him)
Hath publish'd and proclaim'd it openly:
'Tis marvel; but that you're but newly come,
You might have heard it elfe proclaim'd about.

Ped. Alas, fir, it is worfe for me than fo;
For I have bills for money by exchange
From Florence, and muft here deliver them.
Tra. Well, fir, to do you courtesy,
This will I do, and this will I advise you ;-
First, tell me, have you ever been at Pifa?

Ped. Ay, fir, in Pifa have I often been;
Pifa, renowned for grave citizens.

Tra. Among them, know you one Vincentio ? Ped. I know him not, but I have heard of him; A merchant of incomparable wealth.

Tra. He is my father, fir; and, footh to say, In countenance fomewhat doth resemble you. Bion. As much as an apple doth an oyster, and all

His name and credit fhall you undertake,
And in my house you shall be friendly lodg'd ;-
Look that you take upon you as you should;
You understand me, fir ;-fo fhall you itay
'Till you have done your business in the city:
If this be courtesy, fir, accept of it.

Ped. Oh, fir, I do; and will repute you ever

The patron of my life and liberty.

Kath. The more my wrong, the more his fpite What, did he marry me to famifh me? [appears: Beggars, that come unto my father's door, Upon entreaty, have a prefent alms; If not, elfewhere they meet with charity: But I,-who never knew how to entreat, Nor never needed that I fhould entreat,-Am ftarv'd for meat, giddy for lack of fleep; With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fed: And that which fpites me more than all thefe wants, He does it under name of perfect love; As who fhould fay,-if I fhould fleep, or eat, Twere deadly fickness, or clie prefent death.--I pry thee go, and get me fome repaft ; I care not what, fo it be whole fome food. Gru. What fay you to a neat's foot ? Kath. "Tis paffing good; I pr'ythee, let me have Gru. I fear, it is too phlegmatick a meat: How fay you to a fat tripe, finely broil'd?

[it.

Kath. I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me. Gru. I cannot tell; 1 fear, 'tis cholerick. What fay you to a piece of beef, and muttard? Kath. A difh that I do love to feed upon. Gru. Ay, but the mustard is too hot a little. Kath. Why, then the beef, and let the muttard reft. {muflard, Gru. Nay, then I will not; you shall have the Or elfe you get no beef of Grumio.

Kath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt.
Gru. Why, then the mustard without the beef.
Kath. Go, get thee gone, thou falfe deluding flave,
[Beats him.

That feed'st me with the very name of medi :
Sorrow on thee, and all the pack of you,
That triumph thus upon my mifery!
Go, get thee gone, I fay.

Enter Petruchio and Hortenfis, with meat. Pet. How fares my Kate? What, fwceting, all amort 2?

Hor. Mittrefs, what cheer?

Katb. 'Faith, as cold as can be.

[me.

Pet. Pluck up thy fpirits, look chearfully upon
Here, love; thou fee'ft how diligent I am,
To drets thy meat myfelf, and bring it thee:

I am fure, fweet Kate, this kindnets merits thanks.
What, not a word? Nay then, thou lov'it it not;
And all my pains is forted to no proof 2 :-
Here, take away this dith.

Kath. I pray you, let it ftand.

Pet. The pooreft fervice is repaid with thanks;

*Tra. Then go with me, to make the matter good. And fo thall mine, before you touch the meat.

Gru. No, no, forfooth; I dare not for my life. With filken coats, and caps, and golden rings,

I That is, to make a conveyance or deed. 2 A gallicifm, meaning dejected, dem Jed. Spiritless. 3 Meaning, has ended in nothing.

Lay forth the gown.-What news with you, fir?
Hab. Here is the cap your worthip did befpeak.
Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer;
A velvet difh;-fye, fye! 'tis lewd and filthy:
Why, 'tis a cockle, or a walnut-fhell,
A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap;
Away with it; come, let me have a bigger.

Kath. I'll have no bigger; this doth fit the time, And gentlewomen wear fuch caps as these.

Pt. When you are gentle, you shall have one too, And not 'till then.

[Afide.

Hor. That will not be in hafte.
Kath. Why, fir, I truft, I may have leave to
speak;

And speak I will; I am no child, no babe :
Your betters have endur'd me fay my mind;
And, if you cannot, beft you stop your ears.
My tongue will tell the anger of my heart;
Or else my heart, concealing it, will break:
And, rather than it fhall, I will be free
Even to the uttermoft, as I please, in words.
Pet. Why, thou fay ft true; it is a paltry cap,
A cuftard-coffin 2, a bauble, a filken pye :
I love thee well, in that thou lik'ft it not.

Kath. Love me, or love me not, I like the cap; And it I will have, or I will have none. [us fee't.

Pet. Thy gown? why, ay :-Come, taylor, let O mercy, God! what mafking ftuff is here? What's this? a fleeve? 'tis like a demi-cannon: What! up and down, carv'd like an apple-tart? Here's fnip, and nip, and cut, and flith, and flath, Like to a cenfer in a barber's fhop [this? Why, what, o' devil's name, taylor, call'ft thou Hor. I fee, fhe's like to have neither cap nor gown. [Afide.

Tay. You bid me make it orderly and well, According to the fashion, and the time.

Pet. Marry, and did; but if you be remembred,

I did not bid you mar it to the time.
Go, hop me over every kennel home,
For you fhall hop without my cuftom, fir:
I'll none of it; hence, make your belt of it.

Away, thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant ;
Or I fhall fo be-mete 3 thee with thy yard,
As thou fhalt think on prating whilst thou liv'st!
I tell thee, I, that thou haft marr'd her gown.
Tay. Your worship is deceiv'd; the gown is made
Juft as my mafter had direction:
Grumio gave order how it thould be done.

Gru. I gave him no order, I gave him the stuff.
Tay. But how did you defire it should be made?
Gru. Marry, fir, with needle and thread.
Tay. But did you not request to have it cut?
Gra. Thou haft fac'd many things 4.

Gru. The note lies in his throat, if he fay I faid fo.
Tay. Imprimis, a loose-bodied gown :

Gru. Mafter, if ever I faid loose-body'd gown, fow me up in the fkirts of it, and beat me to death with a bottom of brown thread. I faid, a gown. Pet. Proceed.

Tay. With a small compass'd cape 6.

Gru. I confets the cape.

Tay. With a trunk fleeve ;-
Gru. I confefs two fleeves.
Tay. The fleeves curiously cut.
Pet. Ay, there's the villany.

Gru. Error i' the bill, fir; error i' the bill. I commanded the fleeves should be cut out, and fow'd up again; and that I'll prove upon thee, though thy little finger be armed in a thimble.

Tay. This is true, that I fay; an I had thee in place where, thou thou'dft know it.

Gru. I am for thee ftraight: take thou the bill, give me thy mete-yard, and fpare not me. [no odds. Hor. God-a-mercy, Grumio! then he shall have Pet. Well, fir, in brief, the gown is not for me. Gru. You are i' the right, fir; 'tis for my miftrefs. Pet. Go, take it up unto thy mafter's ufe. Gru. Villain, not for thy life: Take up my miftrefs' gown for thy master's ufe !

Pet. Why, fir, what's your conceit in that > Ga. Oh, fir, the conceit is deeper than you

think for:

Take up my mistress' gown unto his master's use!

Pet. Hortenfio, fay thou wilt fee the taylor

Kath. I never faw a better fathion'd gown, [able:
More quaint, more pleafing, nor more commend-Oh, fye, fye, fye!
Belike, you mean to make a puppet of me. [thee.
Pet. Why, true; he means to make a puppet of
Tay. She fays, your worship means to make a
puppet of her.

P. Oh monftrous arrogance!
Thou iyeft, thou thread, thou thimble,
Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail,
Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter cricket thou :--
Brav'd in mine own houfe with a kein of thread!

paid :

[Ajide.

Go take it hence: be gone,, and say no more.
Hor. Taylor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-mor-
Take no unkindnefs of his hafty words: [row:
Away, I fay; commend me to thy matter.

[Fait Taylr. Pet. Well, come, my Kate; we will unto your father's,

1 Meaning, trifles too infignificant to deferve enumeration. 2 This was the old culinary term for the railed cruft of a custard. 3 i. e. be-measure. 4 i. e. turned up many garmen's with focings, 51. e. made many men fine, bravery being formerly uled to fignify elegance of arels. a round crc.

1. C.

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