Scena
tertia
.
Enter
Servants
with
lights
,
Petruchio
,
Petronius
,
Moroso
,
Tranio
,
and
Sophocles
.
Petru.
You
that
are
married
,
Gentlemen
,
home
at
ye
For
a
round
wager
now
.
Soph.
Of
this
nights
Stage
?
Petru.
Yes
.
Soph.
I
am
your
first
man
:
a
paire
of
Gloves
of
twenty
shillings
.
Petru.
Done
:
who
takes
me
up
next
?
I
am
for
all
bets
.
Mor.
Well
lusty
Laurence
,
were
but
my
night
now
,
Old
as
I
am
,
I
would
make
you
clap
on
Spurs
,
But
I
would
reach
you
,
and
bring
you
to
your
trot
too
:
I
would
Gallants
.
Petru.
Well
said
good
Will
;
but
where's
the
staffe
boy
,
ha
?
Old
father
time
,
your
houre-glasse
is
empty
.
Tra.
A
good
tough
traine
would
break
thee
all
to
pieces
;
Thou
hast
not
breath
enough
to
say
thy
prayers
.
Petron.
Set
how
these
boyes
despise
us
.
Will
you
to
bed
sonne
?
This
pride
will
have
a
fall
.
Petru.
Upon
your
daughter
;
But
I
shall
rise
again
,
if
there
be
truth
In
Egges
,
and
butter'd
Pasnips
.
Petro.
Wil
you
to
bed
son
,
&
leave
talking
;
To morrow
morning
we
shall
have
you
looke
,
For
all
your
great
words
,
like
St.
George
at
Kingston
,
Running
a
foot-back
from
the
furious
Dragon
,
That
with
her
angry
tayle
belabours
him
For
being
lazie
.
Tra.
His
courage
quench'd
,
and
so
far
quench'd
—
Petru.
Tis
well
sir
.
What
then
?
Saph.
Fly
,
fly
,
quoth
then
the
fearfull
dwarfe
;
Here
is
no
place
for
living
man
.
Petru.
Well
my
masters
,
if
I
doe
sinke
under
my
businesse
,
as
I
finde
tis
very
possible
,
I
am
not
the
first
that
has
miscarried
;
So
that's
my
comfort
,
what
may
be
done
without
impeach
or
waste
,
I
can
and
will
doe
.
Enter
Jaques
.
How
now
is
my
faire
Bride
a bed
?
Jaq.
No
truly
sir
.
Petron.
Not
a bed
yet
?
body
o'
me
:
we'l
up
and
rifle
her
:
here's
a
coyle
with
a
mayden-head
,
tis
not
intayl'd
,
is
it
?
Petru.
If
it
be
,
ile
try
all
the
Law
i'th
Land
,
but
Ile
cut
it
off
:
let's
up
,
let's
up
,
come
.
Jaq.
That
you
cannot
neither
.
Petru.
Why
?
Jaq.
Unlesse
you'll
drop
through
the
Chimney
like
a
Daw
,
or
force
a
breach
i'th
windows
:
you
may
untile
the
house
,
tis
possible
.
Petru.
What
dost
thou
meane
?
Jaq.
A
morall
sir
,
the
Ballat
will
expresse
it
:
The
wind
and
the
rain
has
turnd
you
back
again
,
And
you
cannot
be
lodged
there
.
The
truth
is
all
the
doores
Are
baracadoed
;
not
a
Cathole
,
but
holds
a
murd'rer
in't
.
She's
victual'd
for
this
moneth
.
Petru.
Art
not
thou
drunk
?
Soph.
He's
drunk
,
he's
drunk
;
come
,
come
,
let's
up
.
Jaq.
Yes
,
yes
,
I
am
drunke
:
ye
may
goe
up
,
ye
may
Gentlemen
,
but
take
heed
to
your
heads
:
I
say
no
more
.
Soph.
Ile
try
that
.
Exit
Soph.
Petron.
How
dost
thou
say
?
the
door
fast
lock'd
fellow
?
Jaq.
Yes
truly
sir
,
tis
lock'd
,
and
guarded
too
;
and
two
as
desperate
tongues
planted
behind
it
,
as
ere
yet
batterd
:
they
stand
upon
their
honours
,
and
will
not
give
up
without
strange
composition
,
Ile
assure
you
;
marching
away
with
their
Pieces
cockt
,
and
Bullets
in
their
mouthes
will
not
satisfie
them
.
Petru.
How's
this
?
how's
this
they
are
?
Is
there
another
with
her
?
Jaq.
Yes
marry
is
there
,
and
an
Engineir
.
Mor.
Who's
that
for
Heavens
sake
?
Jaq.
Colonell
Byancha
,
she
commands
the
workes
:
Spinala's
but
a
ditcher
to
her
,
there's
a
halfe-moon
;
I
am
but
a
poore
man
,
but
if
you'l
give
me
leave
,
Ile
venture
a
yeeres
wages
,
draw
all
your
force
before
it
,
and
mount
your
ablest
piece
of
battery
,
you
shall
not
enter
it
these
three
nights
yet
.
Enter
Sophocles
.
Petru.
I
should
laugh
at
that
good
Jaques
.
Soph.
Beat
back
again
,
she's
fortified
for
ever
.
Jaq.
Am
I
drunk
now
sir
?
Soph.
He
that
dares
most
,
goe
up
now
,
and
be
cool'd
.
I
have
scap'd
a
pretty
scowring
.
Petru.
What
are
they
mad
?
have
we
another
Bedlam
?
They
doe
not
talke
I
hope
?
Soph.
Oh
terribly
,
extreamly
fearfull
,
the
noise
at
London-bridge
is
nothing
neere
her
.
Petru.
How
got
she
tongue
?
Soph.
As
you
got
taile
,
she
was
born
to't
.
Petru.
Lock'd
out
a doors
,
and
on
my
wedding-night
?
Nay
,
and
I
suffer
this
,
I
may
goe
graze
:
Come
Gentlemen
,
Ile
batter
;
are
these
vertues
?
Soph.
Do
,
and
be
beaten
off
with
shame
,
as
I
was
:
I
went
up
,
came
to
th'
doore
,
knockd
,
no body
answered
;
knock'd
lowder
,
yet
heard
nothing
:
would
have
broke
in
by
force
;
when
suddenly
a
water-worke
flew
from
the
window
with
such
violence
,
that
had
I
not
duck'd
quickly
like
a
Fryer
,
caetera
quis
nescit
?
The
chamber's
nothing
but
a
meere
Ostend
,
in
every
window
Pewter
cannons
mounted
,
you'l
quickly
finde
with
what
they
are
charg'd
,
sir
.
Petru.
Why
then
tantara
for
us
.
Soph.
And
all
the
lower
works
lin'd
sure
with
small
shot
,
long
tongues
with
Fire-locks
,
that
at
twelve
score
blanke
hit
to
the
heart
:
now
and
ye
dare
go
up
Enter
Maria
and
Byanca
above
.
Mor.
The
window
opens
,
beat
a
parley
first
;
I
am
so
much
amaz'd
my
very
haire
stands
.
Petron.
Why
how
now
daughter
:
what
intrenc'd
?
Mar.
A
little
guarded
for
my
safety
sir
.
Petru.
For
your
safety
Sweet-heart
why
who
offends
you
?
I
come
not
to
use
violence
.
Mar.
I
thinke
you
cannot
sir
,
I
am
better
fortified
.
Petru.
I
know
your
end
,
You
would
faine
reprieve
your
Maiden-head
A
night
,
or
two
.
Mar.
Yes
,
or
ten
,
or
twenty
,
or
say
an
hundred
;
Or
indeed
,
till
I
list
lie
with
you
.
Soph.
That's
a
shrewd
saying
;
from
this
present
houre
,
I
never
will
believe
a
silent
woman
.
When
they
break
out
they
are
bonfires
.
Petro.
Till
you
list
lie
with
him
?
why
who
are
you
Madam
?
Bya.
That
trim
Gentlemans
wife
,
sir
.
Petru.
Cry
you
mercy
,
do
you
command
too
?
Mar.
Yes
marry
do's
she
,
and
in
chiefe
.
Bya.
I
doe
command
,
and
you
shall
go
without
:
(
I
mean
your
wife
,
for
this
night
)
Mar.
And
for
the
next
too
wench
,
and
so
as't
follows
.
Petro.
Thou
wilt
not
,
wilt
'
a
?
Mar.
Yes
indeed
deere
father
,
And
till
he
seale
to
what
I
shall
set
down
,
For
any
thing
I
know
,
for
ever
.
Soph.
Indeed
these
are
Bugs-words
.
Tra.
You
heare
sir
,
she
can
talke
,
God
be
thanked
.
Petru.
I
would
I
heard
it
not
sir
.
Soph.
I
finde
that
all
the
pity
bestowd
upon
this
woman
,
Makes
but
an
Anagram
of
an
ill
wife
,
For
she
was
never
vertuous
.
Petru.
Youl
let
me
in
I
hope
,
for
all
this
jesting
.
Mar.
Hope
still
Sir
.
Petron.
You
will
come
down
I
am
sure
.
Mar.
I
am
sure
I
will
not
.
Petron.
Ile
fetch
you
then
.
Bya.
The
power
of
the
whole
County
cannot
sir
,
Unlesse
we
please
to
yeild
,
which
yet
I
thinke
We
shal
not
;
charge
when
you
please
,
you
shall
Heare
quickly
from
us
.
Mar.
Blesse
me
from
a
Chicken
of
thy
hatching
,
Is
this
wiving
?
Petru.
Prethee
Maria
tell
me
what's
the
reason
,
And
do
it
freely
,
you
deale
thus
strangely
with
me
?
You
were
not
forc'd
to
marry
,
your
consent
Went
equally
with
mine
,
if
not
before
it
:
I
hope
you
do
not
doubt
I
want
that
mettle
A
man
should
have
to
keepe
a
woman
waking
;
I
would
be
sorry
to
be
such
a
Saint
yet
:
My
person
,
as
it
is
not
excellent
,
So
tis
not
old
,
nor
lame
,
nor
weak
with
Physick
,
But
wel
enough
to
please
an
honest
woman
,
That
keeps
her
house
,
and
loves
her
husband
.
Mar.
Tis
so
.
Petru.
My
means
and
my
conditions
are
no
shamers
Of
him
that
owes
'em
,
all
the
world
knows
that
,
And
my
friends
no
reliers
on
my
fortunes
.
Mar.
All
this
I
believe
,
and
none
of
all
these
parcels
I
dare
except
against
;
nay
more
,
so
far
I
am
from
making
these
the
ends
I
aime
at
,
These
idle
outward
things
,
these
womens
feares
,
That
were
I
yet
unmarried
,
free
to
choose
Through
all
the
Tribes
of
man
,
i'ld
take
Petruchio
In's
shirt
,
with
one
ten
Groats
to
pay
the
Priest
,
Before
the
best
man
living
,
or
the
ablest
That
ev'r
leap'd
out
of
Lancashire
,
and
they
are
right
ones
.
Petron.
Why
do
you
play
the
foole
then
,
and
stand
prating
Out
of
the
window
like
a
broken
Miller
!
Petru.
If
you
wil
have
me
credit
you
Maria
,
Come
down
,
and
let
your
love
confirme
it
.
Mar.
Stay
there
sir
,
that
bargain's
yet
to
make
.
Bya.
Play
sure
wench
,
the
packs
in
thine
own
hand
.
Soph.
Let
me
die
lowsie
,
if
these
two
wenches
Be
not
brewing
knavery
to
stock
a
Kingdome
.
Petru.
Why
this
is
a
Riddle
:
I
love
you
,
and
I
love
you
not
.
Mar.
It
is
so
:
And
till
your
own
experience
do
untie
it
,
This
distance
I
must
keep
.
Petru.
If
you
talk
more
,
I
am
angry
,
very
angry
.
Mar.
I
am
glad
on't
,
and
I
wil
talke
.
Petru.
Prethee
peace
,
Let
me
not
think
thou
art
mad
.
I
tell
thee
woman
,
If
thou
goest
forward
,
I
am
still
Petruchio
.
Mar.
And
I
am
worse
,
a
woman
that
can
feare
Neither
Petruchio
Furius
,
nor
his
fame
,
Nor
any
thing
that
tends
to
our
allegeance
;
There's
a
short
method
for
you
,
now
you
know
me
.
Petru.
If
you
can
carry't
so
,
tis
very
wel
.
Bya.
No
you
shall
carry
it
,
sir
.
Petru.
Peace
gentle
Low-bel
.
Petron.
Use
no
more
words
,
but
come
down
instantly
,
I
charge
thee
by
the
duty
of
a
child
.
Petru.
Prethee
come
Maria
,
I
forgive
all
.
Mar.
Stay
there
;
That
duty
,
that
you
charge
me
by
(
If
you
consider
truly
what
you
say
)
Is
now
another
mans
,
you
gave't
away
I'th
Church
,
if
you
remember
,
to
my
husband
:
So
all
you
can
exact
now
,
is
no
more
But
onely
a
due
reverence
to
your
person
,
Which
thus
I
pay
:
Your
blessing
,
and
I
am
gone
To
bed
for
this
night
.
Petron.
This
is
monstrous
:
That
blessing
that
St.
Dunstan
gave
the
Devil
,
If
I
were
neere
thee
,
I
would
give
thee
—
Pull
thee
down
by
th'
nose
.
Bya.
Saints
should
not
rave
,
sir
;
A
little
Rubarb
now
were
excellent
.
Petru.
Then
by
that
duty
you
owe
to
me
Maria
,
Open
the
doore
,
and
be
obedient
:
I
am
quiet
yet
.
Mar.
I
do
confesse
that
duty
;
make
your
best
on't
.
Petru.
Why
give
me
leave
,
I
will
.
Bya.
Sir
,
there's
no
learning
An
old
stiffe
Jade
to
trot
:
you
know
the
morall
.
Mar.
Yet
as
I
take
it
sir
,
I
owe
no
more
Then
you
owe
back
again
.
Petru.
You
wil
not
Article
?
All
I
owe
,
presently
,
let
me
but
up
,
ile
pay
.
Mar.
Y'are
too
hot
,
and
such
prove
Jades
at
length
;
You
do
confesse
a
duty
or
respect
to
me
from
you
again
:
That's
very
neere
,
or
full
the
same
with
mine
?
Petru.
Yes
.
Mar.
Then
by
that
duty
,
of
respect
,
or
what
You
please
to
have
it
,
goe
to
bed
and
leave
me
,
And
trouble
me
no
longer
with
your
fooling
;
For
know
,
I
am
not
for
you
.
Petru.
Well
,
what
remedy
?
Petron.
A
fine
smart
Cudgell
.
Oh
that
I
were
neer
thee
.
Bya.
If
you
had
teeth
now
,
what
a
case
were
we
in
?
Mor.
These
are
the
most
authentique
Rebels
,
next
Tyrone
,
I
ever
read
of
.
Mar.
A
weeke
hence
,
or
a
fortnight
,
as
you
beare
you
,
And
as
I
finde
my
will
observ'd
,
I
may
With
intercession
of
some
friends
be
brought
May
be
to
kisse
you
;
and
so
quarterly
To
pay
a
little
rent
by
composition
,
You
understand
me
?
Soph.
Thou
Boy
,
thou
.
Petru.
Well
there
are
more
Maides
then
Maudlin
,
that's
my
comfort
.
Mar.
Yes
,
and
more
men
then
Michael
.
Petru.
I
must
not
to
bed
with
this
stomach
,
and
no
meat
Lady
.
Mar.
Feed
where
you
will
,
so
it
be
sound
,
and
wholsome
,
Else
live
at
livery
,
for
i'le
none
with
you
.
By.
You
had
best
back
one
of
the
dairy
maids
,
they'l
carry
.
But
take
heed
to
your
girthes
,
you'l
get
a
bruise
else
.
Petru.
Now
if
thou
would'st
come
down
,
and
tender
me
:
All
the
delights
due
to
a
marriage
bed
,
Studdy
such
kisses
as
would
melt
a
man
,
And
turne
thy selfe
into
a
thousand
figures
,
To
adde
new
flames
unto
me
,
I
would
stand
Thus
heavy
,
thus
regardlesse
,
thus
despising
Thee
,
and
thy
best
allurings
:
all
thy
beauty
That's
laid
upon
your
bodies
,
mark
me
well
,
For
without
doubt
your
mind's
are
miserable
,
You
have
no
maskes
for
them
:
all
this
rare
beauty
,
Lay
but
the
Painter
,
and
the
silke
worme
by
,
The
Doctor
with
his
dyets
,
and
the
Taylor
,
And
you
appeare
like
flead
Cats
,
not
so
handsome
.
Mar.
And
we
appeare
like
her
that
sent
us
hither
,
That
onely
excellent
and
beauteous
nature
;
Truly
our selves
,
for
men
to
wonder
at
,
But
too
divine
to
handle
;
we
are
Gold
,
In
our
own
natures
pure
;
but
,
when
we
suffer
The
husbands
stamp
upon
us
then
alayes
,
And
bas
ones
of
you
,
men
are
mingled
with
us
,
And
make
us
blush
like
Copper
.
Petru.
Then
,
and
never
Till
then
are
women
to
be
spoken
of
,
For
till
that
time
you
have
no
soules
I
take
it
:
Good
night
:
come
Gentlemen
;
i'le
fast
for
this
night
,
But
by
this
hand
—
well
:
I
shall
come
up
yet
?
Mar.
Noe
.
Petru.
There
will
I
watch
thee
like
a
wither'd
Jewry
,
Thou
shalt
neither
have
meat
,
fire
,
nor
Candle
,
Nor
any
thing
that's
easie
:
doe
you
rebell
so
soone
?
Yet
take
mercy
.
By.
Put
up
your
Pipes
;
to
bed
sir
;
i'le
assure
you
A
moneths
seige
will
not
shake
us
.
Moro.
Well
said
Colonell
.
Mar.
To
bed
to
bed
Petruchio
:
good
night
Gentlemen
,
You'l
make
my
Father
sicke
with
sitting
up
:
Here
you
shall
finde
us
any
time
these
ten
dayes
,
Unlesse
we
may
march
off
with
our
contentment
.
Petru.
Ile
hang
first
.
Mar.
And
i'le
quarter
if
I
doe
not
,
Ile
make
you
know
,
and
feare
a
wife
Petruchio
,
There
my
cause
lies
.
You
have
been
famous
for
a
woman
tamer
,
And
beare
the
fear'd-name
of
a
brave
wife-breaker
:
A
woman
now
shall
take
those
honours
off
,
And
tame
you
;
nay
,
never
look
so
bigge
,
she
shall
beleeve
me
,
And
I
am
she
:
what
thinke
ye
;
good
night
to
all
,
Ye
shall
finde
Centines
.
By.
If
ye
dare
sally
.
Exeunt
above
.
Petro.
The
devill's
in
'em
,
ev'n
the
very
devill
,
the
downe
right
devill
.
Petru.
Ile
devill
'em
:
by
these
ten
bones
I
will
:
i'le
bring
it
to
the
old
Proverb
no
sport
no
pie
:
—
taken
down
i'th
top
of
all
my
speed
;
this
is
fine
dancing
:
Gentlemen
,
stick
to
me
.
You
see
our
Freehold's
touch'd
,
and
by
this
light
,
we
will
beleaguer'em
,
and
either
starve
'em
out
,
or
make
'em
recreant
.
Petro.
Ile
see
all
passages
stopt
,
but
those
about
'em
:
If
the
good
women
of
the
Towne
dare
succour
'em
,
We
shall
have
warres
indeed
.
Soph.
Ile
stand
perdue
upon
'em
.
Mor.
My
regiment
shall
lye
before
.
Iaq.
I
think
so
,
'tis
grown
too
old
to
stand
.
Petru.
Let's
in
,
and
each
provide
his
tackle
,
We'l
fire'em
out
,
or
make'em
take
their
pardons
,
Heare
what
I
say
,
on
their
bare
knees
—
Am
I
Petruchio
,
fear'd
,
and
spoken
of
,
And
on
my
wedding
night
am
I
thus
jaded
?
Exe.
Omnes
.