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Bap. I have a daughter, sir, callid Katharina.
[Presenting Hortensio. Cunning in musick, and the mathematicks, To instruct her fully in those sciences, Whereof, I know, she is not ignorant: Accept of him, or else you do me wrong; His name is Licio, born in Mantua. Bap. You're welcome, sir; and he, for your good
sake: But for my daughter Katharine,--this I know, She is not for your turn, the more my grief.
Pet. I see, you do not mean to part with her; Or else you like not of my company.
Bap. Mistake me not, I speak but as I find.
sake. Gre. Saving your tale, Petruchio, I pray,
Let us, that are poor petitioners, speak too:
will curse your wooing Neighbour, this is a gift very grateful, I am sure of it. To express the like kindness myself, that have been more kindly beholden to you
I freely give unto you this young scholar, [Presenting Lucentio,] that hath been long studying at Rheims; as cunning in Greek, Latin, and other languages, as the other in musick and mathematicks: his name is Cambio; pray, accept his service.
Bap. A thousand thanks, signior Gremio: wel. come, good Cambio.- But, gentle sir, [To Tranio.] methinks, you walk like a stranger; May I be so bold to know the cause of your coming?
Tra. Pardon me, sir, the boldness is mine own; That, being a stranger in this city here, Do make myself a suitor to your daughter, Unto Bianca, fair, and virtuous. Nor is your firm resolve unknown to me, In the preferment of the eldest sister: This liberty is all that I request, — That, upon knowledge of my parentage, I may
have welcome 'mongst the rest that woo, And free access and favour as the rest. And, toward the education of your daughters, I here bestow a simple instrument, And this small packet of Greek and Latin books:
you accept them, then their worth is great. Bap. Lucentio is your name? of whence, I pray? Tra. Of Pisa, sir; son to Vincentio.
Bap. A mighty man of Pisa; by report I know him well: you are very welcome, sir.Take you [To Hor. ] the lute, and you [To Luc.] the
set of books, You shall go see your pupils presently. Holla, within !
Enter a Servant. Sirrah, lead These gentlemen to my daughters; and tell them
both, These are their tutors; bid them use them well.
[Exit Servant, with Hortensio, Lucentio, and
Pet. Signior Baptista, my business asketh haste,
Bap. After my death, the one half of my lands; And, in possession, twenty thousand crowns.
Pet. And, for that dowry, I'll assure her of Her widowhood,-be it that she survive me,In all my lands and leases whatsoever:
Let specialties be therefore drawn between us,
Bap. Ay, when the special thing is well obtain 'd, This is,-her love; for that is all in all.
Pet. Why, that is nothing; for I tell you, father, I am as peremptory as she proud-minded; And where two raging fires meet together, They do consume the thing that feeds their fury: Though little fire grows great with little wind, Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all: So I to her, and so she yields to me; For I am rough, and woo not like a babe. Bap. Well may’st thou wao, and happy be thy
speed! But be thou arm’d for some unhappy words.
Pet. Ay, to the proof; as mountains are for winds, That shake not, though they blow perpetually.
Re-enter Hortensio, with his head broken. Bap. How now, my friend? why dost thou look
so pale? Hor. For fear, I promise you, if I look pale. Bap. What, will my daughter prove a good mu
sician? Hor. I think, she'll sooner prove a soldier; Iron may hold with her, but never lutes. Bap. Why, then thou canst not break her to the
lute? Hor. Why, no; for she hath broke the lute to me. I did but tell her, she mistook her frets, And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering; When, with a most impatient devilish spirit,
Frets, call you these? quoth she: I'll sume with their:
Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench;
fited: Proceed in practice with my younger daughter; She's apt to learn, and thankful for good turns.Signior Petruchio, will you go with us; Or shall I send my daughter Kate to you? Pet. I pray you do; I will attend her here,
[Exeunt Baptista, Gremio, Tranio, and Hortensio. And woo her with some spirit when she comes. Say, that she rail; Why, then I'll tell her plain, She sings as sweetly as a nightingale: Say, that she frown; I'll say, she looks as clear As morning roses newly wash'd with dew: Say, she be mute, and will not speak a word; Then I'll commend her volubility, And say—she uttereth piercing eloquence: If she do bid me pack, I'll give her thanks, As though she bid me stay by her a week; If she deny to wed, I'll crave the day When I shall ask the banns, and when be married:But here she comes; and now, Petruchio, speak.