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Gre. I cannot tell; but I had as lief take her Dowry with this Condition, to be whip’d at the High-cross every Morning...
Hor. "Faith, as you say, there's small choice in rotten Apples: Come, since this bar in Law makes us Friends, it shall be so forth friendly maintain'd, '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 ?
Gre. I am agreed, and would I had given him the best Horse in Padua to begin his wooing that would throughly woo her, wed her, and bed her, and rid the House of her. Come on. Exeunt Gre. and Hor. Manet Tra. and Lucen,
Tra. I pray, Sir, tell me, is it possible
Luc. Oh Tranio, 'till I found it to be true,
Tra. Master, it is no time to chide you now,
Luc. Gramercy, Lad; go forward, this contents,
Tra. Master, you look'd so longly on the Maid,
Luc. O yes, I saw sweet Beauty in her Face,..
Tra. Saw you no more? Mark'd you not how her Sister Began to Scold, and raise up such a Storm,
That mortal Ears might hardly endure the Din..
Luc. Tranio, I saw her Coral Lips to move;
Tra. Nay, then 'tis time to stir him from his Trance:
Luc. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel Father's he!
Tra. Ay marry am I, Sir, and now 'tis plotted.
Tra. Master, for my Hand,
Luc. Tell me thine first.
Tra. You will be School-master,
Luc. It is: May it be done?
Tra. Not possible: For who shall bear your part,
Luc. Basta, content thee, for I have it full.
Tra. So had you need.
In brief, Sir, sith it your pleasure is,
Luc. Tranio, be so, because Lucentio loves ;
Bion. Where have I been? Nay, how now, where are you? Master, has my Fellow Tranio stoll'n your Clothes, or you stoll'n his, or both? Pray what's the News ?
Luc. Sirra, come hither, 'tis no time to jest,
Bion. Ay, Sir, ne'er a whit.
Luc. And not a jot of Tranio in your Mouth, Tranio is chang’d into Lucentio.
Bion. The better for him, would I were so too.
Tra. So would I, 'faith Boy, to have the next Wish after, that Lucentio indeed had Baptista's youngest Daughter. Bur, Sirra, not for my fake, but your Master's, I advise you use your Manners discrectly in all kind of Companies : When I am alone, why then I'am Tranio; but in all places: else, your Master Lucentio
, Luc. Tranio, let's go : One thing more rests, that thy self execute, To make one 'mong these Wooers; if thou ask me why, ; Sufficeth my Reasons are both good and weighiy. [Exeunt.
The Presenters above speak.
Sly. Yes, by Saint Anne, dó í ; a good matter surely. Come's there any more of it?
Lady. My Lord, 'tis but begun.
Sly. 'Tis a very excellent piece of Work, Madam Lady, would ’ewere done.
[They fit and mark.
• ACT II. SCEN E I.
Enter Petruchio, and Grumio.
V To see my Friends in Padua; but of all
Gru. Knock, Sir? whom should I knock? Is there any Man has rebus'd your Worship?
Pet. Villain, I say, knock me here foundly.
Pet. Villain, I say, knock me at this Gate,
Gru. My Master is grown quarrelsome :
Pet. Will it not be?.
[He rings him by the Ears: Gru. Help, Mistress, help, my Master is mad. Pet. Now knock when I bid you : Sirra, Villain.
Enter Hortensio. ** Hob. How now, what's the matter? My old Friend
Grrinio, and my-good Friend Petruchio! How do you all * Verona.?"
i Reto Signior Hortensie, come you to part the Fray? Conijini-le-coie. benė wóvato, may I say.
Hor. Alla nostra casa ben venuto multo honorato Signior mio Petruchio. Rise, Grumio, we will compound this Quarrel.
Gru. Nay, 'tis no matter, what he leges in Latin. If this be not á 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 ought I see, two and thirty, a peep out? Whom would to God I had well knock'd at first, then had not Grumio come by the worst.
Pet. A senseless Villain. Good Hortensio,
Gru. Knock at the Gate? O Heav'ns ! Spake you not these words plain? Sirra, Knock me here, rap me here, knock me well, and knock me foundly? And come you now with knocking at the Gate?
Pet. Sirra, be gone, or talk not, I advise you.
Hor. Petruchio, patience, I am Grumio's Pledge:
Per. Such Wind as scatters young Men through the World,
Hor. Petruchio, shall I then come roundly to thee,
Pet. Signior Hortensia, 'twixt such Friends as we