ACT 1
Scene 2

...sit and mark.
Enter Petruchio and his man Grumio.

...knock, I say.
Knock, sir? Whom should I knock? Is there
any man has rebused your Worship?

...me here soundly.
Knock you here, sir? Why, sir, what am I, sir,
that I should knock you here, sir?

...your knave’s pate.
My master is grown quarrelsome. I should knock you first,
And then I know after who comes by the worst.

...and sing it.
He wrings him by the ears. Grumio falls.
Help, mistress, help! My master is mad.

...compound this quarrel.
Grumio rises.
Nay, ’tis no matter, sir, what he ’leges in
Latin. If this be not a lawful cause for me to leave
his service—look you, sir: he bid me knock him
and rap him soundly, sir. Well, was it fit for a
servant to use his master so, being perhaps, for
aught I see, two-and-thirty, a pip out?
Whom, would to God, I had well knocked at first,
Then had not Grumio come by the worst.

...to do it.
Knock at the gate? O, heavens, spake you not
these words plain: “Sirrah, knock me here, rap me
here, knock me well, and knock me soundly”? And
come you now with “knocking at the gate”?

...happily in Padua.
to Hortensio
Nay, look you, sir, he tells you
flatly what his mind is. Why, give him gold enough
and marry him to a puppet or an aglet-baby, or an
old trot with ne’er a tooth in her head, though she
have as many diseases as two-and-fifty horses. Why,
nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal.

...accompany me thither.
to Hortensio
I pray you, sir, let him go while
the humor lasts. O’ my word, an she knew him as
well as I do, she would think scolding would do little
good upon him. She may perhaps call him half a
score knaves or so. Why, that’s nothing; an he begin
once, he’ll rail in his rope tricks. I’ll tell you what,
sir, an she stand him but a little, he will throw a
figure in her face and so disfigure her with it that
she shall have no more eyes to see withal than a cat.
You know him not, sir.

...got a husband.
“Katherine the curst,”
A title for a maid, of all titles the worst.

...her by herself.
Here’s no knavery! See, to beguile the old
folks, how the young folks lay their heads together!

Enter Gremio and Lucentio, disguised as Cambio, a schoolmaster.
Master, master, look about you. Who goes there, ha?

...stand by awhile.
Petruchio, Hortensio, and Grumio stand aside.
aside
A proper stripling, and an amorous.

...thing it is!
aside
O this woodcock, what an ass it is!

...deeds shall prove.
aside
And that his bags shall prove.

...Will I live?
Will he woo her? Ay, or I’ll hang her.

...boys with bugs!
For he fears none.

...he win her.
I would I were as sure of a good dinner.

...drink as friends.
O excellent motion! Fellows, let’s be gone.

...your ben venuto.
They exit.

ACT 3
Scene 2

...yet not many.
Enter Petruchio and Grumio.

...a lovely kiss!
Petruchio exits, with Grumio.

...the minstrels play.
Enter Petruchio, Katherine, Bianca, Hortensio, Baptista, Grumio, and Attendants.

...Grumio, my horse.
Ay, sir, they be ready; the oats have eaten the
horses.

...against a million.
Petruchio and Katherine exit, with Grumio.

ACT 4
Scene 1

...gentlemen, let’s go.
Enter Grumio.
Fie, fie on all tired jades, on all mad masters,
and all foul ways! Was ever man so beaten? Was
ever man so ’rayed? Was ever man so weary? I am
sent before to make a fire, and they are coming
after to warm them. Now were not I a little pot and
soon hot, my very lips might freeze to my teeth, my
tongue to the roof of my mouth, my heart in my
belly, ere I should come by a fire to thaw me. But I
with blowing the fire shall warm myself. For, considering
the weather, a taller man than I will take
cold.—Holla, ho, Curtis!

...calls so coldly?
A piece of ice. If thou doubt it, thou mayst
slide from my shoulder to my heel with no greater
a run but my head and my neck. A fire, good Curtis!

...wife coming, Grumio?
Oh, ay, Curtis, ay, and therefore fire, fire! Cast
on no water.

...as she’s reported?
She was, good Curtis, before this frost. But
thou know’st winter tames man, woman, and
beast, for it hath tamed my old master and my new
mistress and myself, fellow Curtis.

...am no beast!
Am I but three inches? Why, thy horn is a
foot, and so long am I, at the least. But wilt thou
make a fire? Or shall I complain on thee to our
mistress, whose hand (she being now at hand) thou
shalt soon feel, to thy cold comfort, for being slow in
thy hot office?

...goes the world?
A cold world, Curtis, in every office but thine,
and therefore fire! Do thy duty, and have thy duty,
for my master and mistress are almost frozen to
death.

...Grumio, the news!
Why, “Jack boy, ho boy!” and as much news
as wilt thou.

...full of cony-catching.
Why, therefore fire, for I have caught extreme
cold. Where’s the cook? Is supper ready, the house
trimmed, rushes strewed, cobwebs swept, the servingmen
in their new fustian, their white stockings,
and every officer his wedding garment on? Be
the Jacks fair within, the Jills fair without, the
carpets laid, and everything in order?

...pray thee, news.
First, know my horse is tired, my master and
mistress fallen out.

... How?
Out of their saddles into the dirt, and thereby
hangs a tale.

...t, good Grumio.
Lend thine ear.

... Here.
There!
He slaps Curtis on the ear.

...hear a tale.
And therefore ’tis called a sensible tale. And
this cuff was but to knock at your ear and beseech
list’ning. Now I begin: Imprimis, we came down a
foul hill, my master riding behind my mistress—

...of one horse?
What’s that to thee?

...Why, a horse.
Tell thou the tale! But hadst thou not crossed
me, thou shouldst have heard how her horse fell,
and she under her horse; thou shouldst have heard
in how miry a place, how she was bemoiled, how he
left her with the horse upon her, how he beat me
because her horse stumbled, how she waded
through the dirt to pluck him off me, how he swore,
how she prayed that never prayed before, how I
cried, how the horses ran away, how her bridle was
burst, how I lost my crupper, with many things of
worthy memory which now shall die in oblivion,
and thou return unexperienced to thy grave.

...shrew than she.
Ay, and that thou and the proudest of you all
shall find when he comes home. But what talk I of
this? Call forth Nathaniel, Joseph, Nicholas, Phillip,
Walter, Sugarsop, and the rest. Let their heads
be slickly combed, their blue coats brushed, and
their garters of an indifferent knit. Let them curtsy
with their left legs, and not presume to touch a hair
of my master’s horse-tail till they kiss their hands.
Are they all ready?

... They are.
Call them forth.

...countenance my mistress.
Why, she hath a face of her own.

...knows not that?
Thou, it seems, that calls for company to
countenance her.

...to credit her.
Why, she comes to borrow nothing of them.

...now, old lad?
Welcome, you!—How now, you?—What,
you!—Fellow, you!—And thus much for greeting.
Now, my spruce companions, is all ready and all
things neat?

...is our master?
E’en at hand, alighted by this. And therefore
be not—Cock’s passion, silence! I hear my master.

...I sent before?
Here, sir, as foolish as I was before.

...knaves with thee?
Nathaniel’s coat, sir, was not fully made,
And Gabriel’s pumps were all unpinked i’ th’ heel.
There was no link to color Peter’s hat,
And Walter’s dagger was not come from sheathing.
There were none fine but Adam, Rafe, and Gregory.
The rest were ragged, old, and beggarly.
Yet, as they are, here are they come to meet you.

...my supper in!
The Servants exit.

...thy bridal chamber.
Enter Servants severally.

... Enter Curtis.
Where is he?

...is coming hither!
The Servants exit.

Scene 3

...as becomes you.
Enter Katherine and Grumio.
No, no, forsooth, I dare not for my life.

...be wholesome food.
What say you to a neat’s foot?

...me have it.
I fear it is too choleric a meat.
How say you to a fat tripe finely broiled?

...fetch it me.
I cannot tell. I fear ’tis choleric.
What say you to a piece of beef and mustard?

...to feed upon.
Ay, but the mustard is too hot a little.

...the mustard rest.
Nay then, I will not. You shall have the mustard
Or else you get no beef of Grumio.

...thing thou wilt.
Why then, the mustard without the beef.

...false deluding slave,
She beats him.

...should be done.
I gave him no order. I gave him the stuff.

...should be made?
Marry, sir, with needle and thread.

...have it cut?
Thou hast faced many things.

... I have.
Face not me. Thou hast braved many men;
brave not me. I will neither be faced nor braved. I
say unto thee, I bid thy master cut out the gown,
but I did not bid him cut it to pieces. Ergo, thou
liest.

...paper. Read it.
The note lies in ’s throat, if he say I said so.

...a loose-bodied gown—”
Master, if ever I said “loose-bodied gown,”
sew me in the skirts of it and beat me to death with
a bottom of brown thread. I said “a gown.”

...a small-compassed cape—”
I confess the cape.

...a trunk sleeve—”
I confess two sleeves.

...there’s the villainy.
Error i’ th’ bill, sir, error i’ th’ bill! I commanded
the sleeves should be cut out and sewed
up again, and that I’ll prove upon thee, though thy
little finger be armed in a thimble.

...shouldst know it.
I am for thee straight. Take thou the bill, give
me thy mete-yard, and spare not me.

...not for me.
You are i’ th’ right, sir, ’tis for my mistress.

...thy master’s use.
Villain, not for thy life! Take up my mistress’
gown for thy master’s use!

...conceit in that?
O, sir, the conceit is deeper than you think
for. Take up my mistress’ gown to his master’s use!
O, fie, fie, fie!

...command the sun!
They exit.

ACT 5
Scene 1

...all this while.
Enter Petruchio, Katherine, Vincentio, Grumio, with Attendants.

...never too late.
They exit.

Scene 2
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.
Grumio exits.

...be tamed so.
They exit.