ACT 1
Scene 1
...my wounded eye.
Enter Biondello.
...you been?
Where have I been? Nay, how now, where are you?
Master, has my fellow Tranio stolen your clothes?
Or you stolen his? Or both? Pray, what’s the news?
...You understand me?
Ay, sir. Aside.
Ne’er a whit.
...changed into Lucentio.
The better for him. Would I were so too.
...good and weighty.
They exit.
Scene 2
...a good dinner.
Enter Tranio, disguised as Lucentio, and Biondello.
...Signior Baptista Minola?
He that has the two fair daughters—is ’t
he you mean?
...drink as friends.
O excellent motion! Fellows, let’s be gone.
...your ben venuto.
They exit.
ACT 2
Scene 1
...who comes here?
Enter Gremio; Lucentio disguised as Cambio in the habit of a mean man; Petruchio with Hortensio disguised as Litio; and Tranio disguised as Lucentio, with his boy, Biondello bearing a lute and books.
...and Latin books.
Biondello comes forward with the gifts.
...attend her here—
All but Petruchio exit.
ACT 3
Scene 2
...thy impatient humor.
Enter Biondello.
Master, master, news! And such old
news as you never heard of!
...may that be?
Why, is it not news to hear of Petruchio’s
coming?
...Is he come?
Why, no, sir.
... What then?
He is coming.
...he be here?
When he stands where I am, and sees you there.
...thine old news?
Why, Petruchio is coming in a new hat and
an old jerkin, a pair of old breeches thrice turned,
a pair of boots that have been candle-cases, one
buckled, another laced; an old rusty sword ta’en
out of the town armory, with a broken hilt, and
chapeless; with two broken points; his horse
hipped, with an old mothy saddle and stirrups of no
kindred, besides possessed with the glanders and
like to mose in the chine, troubled with the lampass,
infected with the fashions, full of windgalls,
sped with spavins, rayed with the yellows, past cure
of the fives, stark spoiled with the staggers, begnawn
with the bots, swayed in the back and shoulder-shotten,
near-legged before, and with a half-checked
bit and a headstall of sheep’s leather,
which, being restrained to keep him from stumbling,
hath been often burst, and now repaired with
knots; one girth six times pieced, and a woman’s
crupper of velour, which hath two letters for her
name fairly set down in studs, and here and there
pieced with packthread.
...comes with him?
Oh, sir, his lackey, for all the world caparisoned
like the horse: with a linen stock on one leg
and a kersey boot-hose on the other, gartered with
a red and blue list; an old hat, and the humor of
forty fancies pricked in ’t for a feather. A monster,
a very monster in apparel, and not like a Christian
footboy or a gentleman’s lackey.
...howsoe’er he comes.
Why, sir, he comes not.
...say he comes?
Who? That Petruchio came?
...that Petruchio came!
No, sir, I say his horse comes with him on
his back.
...that’s all one.
Nay, by Saint Jamy.
I hold you a penny,
A horse and a man
Is more than one,
And yet not many.
...event of this.
All except Tranio and Lucentio exit.
ACT 4
Scene 2
...her chattering tongue.
Enter Biondello.
O master, master, I have watched so long
That I am dog-weary, but at last I spied
An ancient angel coming down the hill
Will serve the turn.
...is he, Biondello?
Master, a marcantant, or a pedant,
I know not what, but formal in apparel,
In gait and countenance surely like a father.
...doth resemble you.
aside
As much as an apple doth an
oyster, and all one.
...as becomes you.
They exit.
Scene 4
...I warrant you.
Enter Biondello.
...the right Vincentio.
Tut, fear not me.
...errand to Baptista?
I told him that your father was at Venice,
And that you looked for him this day in Padua.
...that to drink.
He gives him money.
...be Lucentio’s wife.
I pray the gods she may, with all my heart.
... Enter Lucentio.
Cambio.
...sayst thou, Biondello?
You saw my master wink and laugh upon
you?
...what of that?
Faith, nothing; but ’has left me here behind
to expound the meaning or moral of his signs
and tokens.
...thee, moralize them.
Then thus: Baptista is safe, talking with
the deceiving father of a deceitful son.
...what of him?
His daughter is to be brought by you to the
supper.
... And then?
The old priest at Saint Luke’s Church is at
your command at all hours.
...of all this?
I cannot tell, except they are busied
about a counterfeit assurance. Take you assurance
of her cum privilegio ad imprimendum solum. To th’
church take the priest, clerk, and some sufficient
honest witnesses.
If this be not that you look for, I have no more to say,
But bid Bianca farewell forever and a day.
...Hear’st thou, Biondello?
I cannot tarry. I knew a wench married in
an afternoon as she went to the garden for parsley
to stuff a rabbit, and so may you, sir. And so adieu,
sir. My master hath appointed me to go to Saint
Luke’s to bid the priest be ready to come against
you come with your appendix.
He exits.
ACT 5
Scene 1
...to be untoward.
Enter Biondello, Lucentio as himself, and Bianca. Gremio is out before and stands to the side.
Softly and swiftly, sir, for the priest is
ready.
...Therefore leave us.
Nay, faith, I’ll see the church a’ your back,
and then come back to my master’s as soon as I
can.
He exits.
...under my countenance.
Enter Biondello.
aside
I have seen them in the church
together. God send ’em good shipping! But who is
here? Mine old master Vincentio! Now we are
undone and brought to nothing.
...Come hither, crack-hemp.
I hope I may choose, sir.
...you forgot me?
Forgot you? No, sir. I could not forget you,
for I never saw you before in all my life.
...master’s father, Vincentio?
What, my old worshipful old master? Yes,
marry, sir. See where he looks out of the window.
...’t so indeed?
He beats Biondello.
Help, help, help! Here’s a madman will
murder me.
Biondello exits.
...O monstrous villain!
Enter Biondello, Lucentio and Bianca.
O, we are spoiled, and yonder he is! Deny
him, forswear him, or else we are all undone.
Biondello, Tranio, and Merchant exit as fast as may be.
Scene 2
...never too late.
Enter Baptista, Vincentio, Gremio, the Merchant, Lucentio, and Bianca; Hortensio and the Widow, Petruchio and Katherine; Tranio, Biondello, and Grumio, with Servingmen bringing in a banquet.
...well as eat.
They sit.
...come to me.
I go.
He exits.
...it all myself.
Enter Biondello.
...now, what news?
Sir, my mistress sends you word
That she is busy, and she cannot come.
...to me forthwith.
Biondello exits.
...not be entreated.
Enter Biondello.
...where’s my wife?
She says you have some goodly jest in hand.
She will not come. She bids you come to her.
...be tamed so.
They exit.