[The wedding feast at Lucentio’s house. Enter Baptista, Vincentio, Gremio (the elderly suitor), the Merchant, Lucentio with Bianca, Hortensio with the Widow he has married, Petruchio with Katherina, and the servants Tranio, Biondello, and Grumio. Other Servants bring in a banquet.]
At last, though long, our jarring notes agree;
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 Katherina,
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.
Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat!
Padua affords this kindness, son Petruchio.
Padua affords nothing but what is kind.
For both our sakes, I would that word were true.
Now, for my life, Hortensio fears his widow!
Then never trust me if I be afeard.
You are very sensible, and yet you miss my sense;
I mean, Hortensio is afeard of you.
He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.
Mistress, how mean you that?
Thus I conceive by him.
Conceives by me! How likes Hortensio that?
My widow says thus she conceives her tale.
Very well mended. Kiss him for that, good widow.
'He that is giddy thinks the world turns round' —
I pray you, tell me what you meant by that.
Your husband, being troubled with a shrew,
Measures my husband's sorrow by his woe.
And now you know my meaning.
A very mean meaning.
Right, I mean you.
And I am mean indeed, respecting you.
To her, Kate!
To her, widow!
A hundred marks, my Kate does put her down.
That's my office.
Spoke like an officer — ha' to thee, lad!
[He drinks to Hortensio]
How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks?
Believe me, sir, they butt together well.
Head and butt! A hasty-witted body
Would say your “head and butt” were “head and horn”.
Ay, mistress bride, hath that awakened you?
Ay, but not frighted me; therefore I'll sleep again.
Nay, that you shall not, since you have begun.
Have at you for a better jest or two.
Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush.
And then pursue me as you draw your bow,
You are welcome all.
[Exeunt Bianca, Katherina, and Widow]
She hath prevented me here, Signor Tranio,
This bird you aimed at, though you hit her not.
Therefore a health to all that shot and missed.
O, sir, Lucentio slipped me like his greyhound,
Which runs himself and catches for his master.
A good swift simile, but something currish.
'Tis well, sir, that you hunted for yourself;
'Tis thought your deer does hold you at a bay.
O, O, Petruchio! Tranio hits you now.
I thank thee for that gird, good Tranio.
Confess, confess, hath he not hit you here?
A has a little galled me, I confess;
And as the jest did glance away from me,
'Tis ten to one it maimed you two outright.
Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio,
I think thou hast the veriest shrew of all.
Well, I say no. And therefore, for assurance,
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.
Content. What is the wager?
I'll venture so much of my hawk or hound,
But twenty times so much upon my wife.
A hundred then.
A match! 'Tis done.
Who shall begin?
That will I.
Go, Biondello, bid your mistress come to me.
[To Lucentio] Son, I'll be your half Bianca comes.
I'll have no halves; I'll bear it all myself.
How now, what news?
Sir, my mistress sends you word
That she is busy and she cannot come.
How she’s busy and she cannot come!
Is that an answer?
Ay, and a kind one too.
Pray God, sir, your wife send you not a worse.
I hope better.
Sirrah Biondello, go and entreat my wife
To come to me forthwith.
O, ho, “entreat” her!
Nay, then she must needs come.
I am afraid, sir,
Do what you can, yours will not be entreated.
Now, where's my wife?
She says you have some goodly jest in hand.
She will not come. She bids you come to her.
Worse and worse; she will not come! O vile,
Intolerable, not to be endured!
Sirrah Grumio, go to your mistress.
Say I command her to come to me.
I know her answer.
She will not.
The fouler fortune mine, and there an end.
Now, by my holidame, here comes Katherina!
What is your will, sir, that you send for me?
Where is your sister, and Hortensio's wife?
They sit conferring by the parlor fire.
Go fetch them hither. If they deny to come,
Swinge me them soundly forth unto their husbands.
Away, I say, and bring them hither straight.
Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder.
And so it is. I wonder what it bodes.
Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life,
An awful rule and right supremacy;
And, to be short, what not that's sweet and happy?
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 changed as she had never been.
Nay, I will win my wager better yet,
And show more sign of her obedience,
Her new-built virtue and obedience.
[Enter Katherina, Bianca, and Widow]
See where she comes and brings your froward wives
As prisoners to her womanly persuasion.
Katherine, that cap of yours becomes you not.
Off with that bauble, throw it under-foot.
Lord, let me never have a cause to sigh
Till I be brought to such a silly pass!
Fie, what a foolish duty call you this?
I would your duty were as foolish too!
The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca,
Hath cost me a hundred crowns since supper-time.
The more fool you for laying on my duty.
Katherine, I charge thee, tell these headstrong women
What duty they do owe their lords and husbands.
Come, come, you're mocking; we will have no telling.
Come on, I say, and first begin with her.
She shall not.
I say she shall, and first begin with her.
Fie, fie, unknit that threatening unkind brow,
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 buds,
And in no sense is meet or amiable.
A woman moved 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 thee,
And for thy maintenance commits his body
To painful labor both by sea and land,
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe,
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 is 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 ashamed 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 are.
Then vail your stomachs for it is no boot,
And place your hands below your husband's foot,
In token of which duty, if he please,
My hand is ready, may it do him ease.
Why, there's a wench! Come on, and kiss me, Kate.
Well, go thy ways, old lad, for thou shalt ha't.
'Tis a good hearing when children are toward.
But a harsh hearing when women are froward.
Come, Kate, we'll to bed.
We three are married, but you two are sped.
'Twas I won the wager, though you hit the white,
And being a winner, God give you good night!
[Exeunt Petruchio and Katherina]
Now, go thy ways; thou hast tamed a curst shrew.
'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be tamed so.