The Complete Works of William Shakespeare In Plain and Simple English (Translated) (583 page)

A young woman's gentleness and calmness.

 

Peace, Tranio!

 

Quiet, Tranio!

 

TRANIO. Well said, master; mum! and gaze your fill.

 
 

Well said, master; be quiet, and feast your eyes.

 

BAPTISTA. Gentlemen, that I may soon make good

 

Gentleman, so that I may soon make good

 

What I have said,--Bianca, get you in:

 

What I have said, - Bianca, get in:

 

And let it not displease thee, good Bianca,

 

And don't let it upset you, good Bianca,

 

For I will love thee ne'er the less, my girl.

 

For I will not love you any less, my girl.

 

KATHERINA. A pretty peat! it is best

 

A pretty speech! It would be better

 

Put finger in the eye, an she knew why.

 

To put a finger in the eye, and she would know why.

 

BIANCA. Sister, content you in my discontent.

 

Sister, be content despite my lack of contentment.

 

Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe:

 

Sir, I humbly obey your wishes:

 

My books and instruments shall be my company,

 

My books and music will be my company,

 

On them to look, and practise by myself.

 

To look upon them, and practice by myself.

 

LUCENTIO. Hark, Tranio! thou mayst hear Minerva speak.

 
 

Listen, Tranio! You may hear the chaste goddess of wisdom speak.

 

HORTENSIO. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange? Sorry am I that our good will effects Bianca's grief.

 
 

Sir Baptista, will you act so strangely? I am sorry that our goodwill causes Bianca's grief.

 

GREMIO. Why will you mew her up, Signior Baptista, for this fiend of hell,

 

Why will you hide her from men, Sir Baptista, for the sake of this devil from hell,

 

And make her bear the penance of her tongue?

 

And make her endure the punishment of her words?

 

BAPTISTA. Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolv'd. Go in, Bianca.

 
 

Gentlemen, calm yourselves; my mind is made up. Go in, Bianca.

 

[Exit BIANCA.]

 

And for I know she taketh most delight

 

And because I know she is most delighted

 

In music, instruments, and poetry,

 

By music, instruments, and poetry,

 
 

Schoolmasters will I keep within my house

 

I will keep good teachers inside my house

 

Fit to instruct her youth. If you, Hortensio,

 

Suitable to instruct her youth. If you, Hortensio,

 

Or, Signior Gremio, you, know any such,

 

Or Sir Gremio, you, know any men like that,

 

Prefer them hither; for to cunning men

 

Recommend them to me; for to talented men

 

I will be very kind, and liberal

 

I will be very kind, and generous

 

To mine own children in good bringing up;

 

To my own children in good upbringing;

 

And so, farewell. Katherina, you may stay;

For I have more to commune with Bianca.

 

For I have more to discuss with Bianca.

 

[Exit.]

 

KATHERINA. Why, and I trust I may go too, may I not?

 

Why, and I trust I am allowed to go too, may I not?

 

What! shall I be appointed hours, as though, belike,

 

What? Shall I be given hours, as though, perhaps,

 
 

I knew not what to take and what to leave? Ha!

 

I did not know what to take and what to leave? Ha!

 

[Exit.]

 

GREMIO. You may go to the devil's dam: your gifts are so good here's none will hold you. Their love is not so great, Hortensio, but we may blow our nails together, and fast it fairly out; our cake's dough on both sides. Farewell: yet, for the love I bear my sweet Bianca, if I can by any means light on a fit man to teach her that wherein she delights, I will wish him to her father.

 
 

You may go to the devil's woman: your gifts are so good that no one can hold you back. There love is not so much, Hortensio, that we can't put our differences aside. Farewell: yet, for the love I have for my sweet Bianca, if I can in any way come across a suitable man to teach her in the things that she loves, I will recommend him to her father.

 

HORTENSIO. So will I, Signior Gremio: but a word, I pray. Though the nature of our quarrel yet never brooked parle, know now, upon advice, it toucheth us both,--that we may yet again have access to our fair mistress, and be happy rivals in Bianca's love,--to labour and effect one thing specially.

 
 

So will I, Sir Gremio, but a word, please. Though the type of quarrel we've had has never let us negotiate before, know now, upon advice, that it affects us both -- so that we may again have access to our beautiful lady, and be happy rivals in Bianca's love -- to work at and make happen one thing especially.

 

GREMIO. What's that, I pray?

 

HORTENSIO. Marry, sir, to get a husband for her sister.

 
 

Indeed, sir, to get a husband for her sister.

 

GREMIO. A husband! a devil.

 

HORTENSIO. I say, a husband.

 

GREMIO. I say, a devil. Thinkest thou, Hortensio, though her father be very rich, any man is so very a fool to be married to hell?

 
 

I say, a devil. Do you think, Horensio, that even though her father is very rich, any man is so very a fool to be married to hell?

 

HORTENSIO. Tush, Gremio! Though it pass your patience and mine to endure her loud alarums, why, man, there be good fellows in the world, an a man could light on them, would take her with all faults, and money enough.

 
 

Pshaw, Gremio! Though it is beyond your patience and mine to endure her noisiness, why, man, there are enough good fellows in the world, and a man could come across them, who would take her with all her faults, and money enough.

 

GREMIO. I cannot tell; but I had as lief take her dowry with this condition: to be whipp'd at the high cross every morning.

 
 

I cannot tell; but I would be as likely to take her dowry with this condition: to be whipped at the city square every morning.

 

HORTENSIO. Faith, as you say, there's small choice in rotten apples. But, come; since this bar in law makes us friends, it shall be so far forth friendly maintained, till by helping Baptista's eldest daughter to a husband, we set his youngest free for a husband, and then have to't afresh. Sweet Bianca! Happy man be his dole! He that runs fastest gets the ring. How say you, Signior Gremio?

 
 

By my faith, as you say, there's very little choice in rotten apples. But, come; since this shared difficulty makes us friends, it shall remain friendly as long as it goes on, until by helping Baptista's eldest daughter to a husband, we set his youngest free for a husband, and then we can go back to our old rivalry. Sweet Bianca! It would be a happy man to get a reward like that! He that runs fastest wins the prize. What do you think of that, Sir Gremio?

 

GREMIO. I am agreed; and would I had given him the best horse in Padua to begin his wooing, that would thoroughly woo her, wed her, and bed her, and rid the house of her. Come on.

 
 

I have agreed; and I would give him the best horse in Padua to begin his wooing, so that he would thoroughly woo and marry her, and rid the house of her. Come on.

 

[Exeunt GREMIO and HORTENSIO.]

 

TRANIO. I pray, sir, tell me, is it possible

 

Please sir, tell me, is it possible

 

That love should of a sudden take such hold?

 

That love should take me so suddenly?

 

LUCENTIO. O Tranio! till I found it to be true,

 

Oh Tranio! Until I discovered it to be true,

 

I never thought it possible or likely;

 

I never thought it possible or likely;

 

But see, while idly I stood looking on,

 

But see, while I stood idly looking on,

 

I found the effect of love in idleness;

 

I found the beginning of love in idleness;

 

And now in plainness do confess to thee,

 

And now plainly confess to you,

 

That art to me as secret and as dear

 

Who is to me as precious and valuable

 

As Anna to the Queen of Carthage was,

 

As Anna was to the Queen of Carthage,

 

Tranio, I burn, I pine, I perish, Tranio,

 

Tranio, I burn, I pine, I die, Tranio,

 

If I achieve not this young modest girl.

 

If I do not get this young, humble girl.

 

Counsel me, Tranio, for I know thou canst:

 

Give me advice, Tranio, for I know you can:

 

Assist me, Tranio, for I know thou wilt.

 

Help me, Tranio, for I know you will.

 

TRANIO. Master, it is no time to chide you now;

 

Master, it is no time to scold you now;

 

Affection is not rated from the heart:

 

Affection is not judged by the heart:

 

If love have touch'd you, nought remains but so:

 

If love has touched you, there is nothing else to do about it.

 

Redime te captum quam queas minimo.

 

LUCENTIO. Gramercies, lad; go forward; this contents;

 

Thank you, lad; go forward; this brings me contentment;

 

The rest will comfort, for thy counsel's sound.

 

The rest will comfort, for your advice is solid.

 

TRANIO. Master, you look'd so longly on the maid.

 

Master, you looked so lengthily on the young woman.

 

Perhaps you mark'd not what's the pith of all.

 

Maybe you did not notice the drawback to it all.

 

LUCENTIO. O, yes, I saw sweet beauty in her face,

 

Oh yes, I saw such sweet beauty in her face,

 

Such as the daughter of Agenor had,

 

Like the daughter of Agenor had,

 

That made great Jove to humble him to her hand,

 

That made the great god Jove [Zeus] to humble himself to her hand,

 

When with his knees he kiss'd the Cretan strand.

 

When he kneeled upon the island of Crete.

 

TRANIO. Saw you no more? mark'd you not how her sister

 

Did you see no more? Did you not notice how her sister

 

Began to scold and raise up such a storm

 

Began to scold and cause such a commotion

 

That mortal ears might hardly endure the din?

 

That mortal ears could hardly endure the din?

 

LUCENTIO. Tranio, I saw her coral lips to move,

 

Tranio, I saw her coral-colored lips move

 

And with her breath she did perfume the air;

 

And with her breath she perfumed the air;

 

Sacred and sweet was all I saw in her.

 

Holiness and sweetness was all I saw in her.

 

TRANIO. Nay, then, 'tis time to stir him from his trance.

 

No, then, it is time to wake him from his trance.

 
 

I pray, awake, sir: if you love the maid,

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