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lafts. 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.

Hor. Tarry, Petruchio, I must go with thee, For in Baptista's house my Treasure is : He hath the jewel of my life in hold, His youngest Daughter, beautiful Bianca; And her with-holds he from me, and others more Suitors to her, and Rivals in


Supposing it a thing impoffible,
(For those defects I have before rehears'd,)
That ever Catharina will be woo'd;
Therefore this order hath Baptista ta’en,
That none shall have access unto Bianca,
'Till Catharine the curst have got a husband.

Gru. Catharine the curft?
A title for a maid of all titles the worst !

Hor. Now shall my Friend Petruchio do me grace,
And offer me disguis'd in sober robes
To old Baptista as a school-master,
Well seen in music, to instrud Bianca ;
That so I may by this device, at least,
Have leave and leisure to make love to her;
And, unsuspected, court her by herself.

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Enter Gremio, and Lucentio disguis’d, Gru. TERE's no knavery! fee, to beguile the old

folks, how the young folks lay their heads together. Master, look about you: who goes there?ha.


Hor. Peace. Grumio, 'tis the Rival of my love, Petruchio, stand by a while.

Gru. A proper Stripling, and an amorous.

Gre. 0, very well; 1 have perus'd the note. Hark you, Sir, I'll have them very fairly bound, All books of love; see That, at any hand; And see you read no other lectures to her: You understand me-Over and beside Signior Baptifta's liberality, I'll mend it with a largess. Take your papers too, And let me have them very well perfum'd; For she is sweeter than perfume itself, To whom they go: what will you read to her?

Luc. Whate'er I read to her, I'll plead for you,
As for my Patron, stand you so assured ;
As firmly, as yourself were still in placc;
Yea, and, perhaps, with more successful words
Than you, unlels you were a scholar, Sir.

Gre. Oh this learning, what a thing it is!
Gru. Oh this woodcock, what an ass it is !
Pet. Peace, Sirrah.
Hor. Grumio, mum! God save you, SigniorGremio.

Gre. And you are well met, Signior Hortenfio. Trow you, whither I am going? to Baptista Minola ; I promis'd to enquire carefully about a school-malter for the fair Bianca; and by good fortune I have lighted well on this young man; for Learning and Behaviour fit for her turn, well read in Poetry, and other books, good ones,


ye. Hor. 'Tis well; and I have met a gentleman, Hath proinis'd me to help me to another, A fine musician to instruct our mistress; So fhall I no whit be behind in duty To fair Bianca, so belov'd of me. Gre. Beloy'd of me, and that my deed shall

prove. Gru. And that his bags shall prove. Hor. Gremio, 'tis now no time to vent our love. F 6



Listen to me; and if you speak me fair,
I'll tell you news indifferent good for either.
Here is a Gentleman whom by chance I met,
Upon agreement from us to his liking,
Will undertake to woo curst Catharine ;
Yea, and to marry her, if her dowry please.

Gre. So faid, so done, is well;
Hortensio, have you told him all her faults?

Pet. I know, she is an irksome brawling Scold;
If that be all, masters, I hear no harm.

Gre. No, sayest me so, friend? what Countryman?

Pet. Born in Verona, old Antonio's Son ; My Father's dead, my fortune lives for me, And I do hope good days and long to see. Gre. Oh, Sir, such a life with such a wise were

But if you have a ftomach, to't, o' God's name: .
You Thall have me assisting you in all.
But will you woo this wild cal?

Pet. Will I live ?
Gru. Will he woo her? ay, or I'll hang her.

Pet. Why came I hither, but to that intent?
Think you, a little din can daunt my ears ?
Have I not in my time heard lions róar?
Have I not heard the sea, puff d up with winds,
Rage like an angry boar, chafed with sweat?
Have I not heard great Ordnance in the field ?
And heav'n's artillery thunder in the skies?
Have I not in a pitched battle heard
Loud larums, neighing fieeds, and trumpets clangue ?
And do


me of a woman's tongue,
* That gives not half so great a blow to th' ear,
As will a chesnut in a farmer's fire ?
Tush, tush, fear boys with bugs.

* That gives not half so great a blow to hear,] This aukward Phrase could never come from Shakespear. He wrote, without Question, -----so great a blow' to th' car.


TraG bold, tell me, I beseech you, which is the

Gru. For he fears none.

Gre. Hortenfio, hark:
This Gentleman is happily arriv’d,
My mind presumes, for his own good, and ours.

Hor. I promis'd, we would be contributors;
And bear his charge of wooing whatsoe'er.

Gre. And so we will, provided that he win her.
Gru. I would, I were as fure of a good dinner.

To them Tranio bravely apparellod and Biondello.

ENTLEMEN, God save you. If I may be

readiest way to the house of Signior Baptista Minola?

Bion. He, that has the two fair Daughters? is't he

you mean?

Tra. Even he, Biondello.
Gre. Hark you, Sir, you mean not her, to-
Tra. Perhaps, him and her; what have you to do?
Pet. Not her that chides, Sir, at any hand, I pray.
Tra. I love no chiders, Sir: Biondello, let's away,
Luc. Well begun, Tranio.

Hor. Sir, a word, ere you go:
Are you a suitor to the maid

you talk of, yea or no?
Tra. An if I be, Sir, is it any offence?
Gre. No; if without more words


get you hence. Tra. Why, Sir, I pray, are not the streets as free For me, as for you?

Gre. But fo is not the.
Tra. For what reason, I beseech you?

Gre. For this reason, if you'll know :
That she's the choice love of Signior Gremio.

Hor. That she's the chosen of Signior Hortenfo.
Tra. Softly, my masters; if you be gentlemen,

, Do me this Right; hear me with patience. Baptisa is a noble Gentleman,


To whom


Father is not all unknown;
And, were hís Daughter fairer then she is,
She may more suitors have, and me for one.
Fair Leda's Daughter had a thousand wooers;
Then well One more may fair Bianca have,
And so she shall. Lucentio fhall make one,
Tho? Paris came, in hope to speed alone.

Gre, What, this Gentleman will out-talk us all!
Luc. Sir, give him head; I know, he'll prove a

jade. Pet. Hortensio, to what end are all these words?

Hor. Sir, let me be so bold as to ask you, Did you yet ever see Baptista's Daughter ?

Tra. No, Sir; but hear I do that he hath two: The one as famous for a scolding tongue, As the other is for beauteous modelity.

Pet. Sir, Sir, the first's for me ; let her go by.

Gre. Yea, leave that labour to great Hercules;
And let it be more than Alcides' twelve.
Pet. Sir, understand you

this of me, insooth:
The youngest Daughter, whom you hearken for, ,
Her father keeps from all access of suitors,
And will not promise her to any man,
Until the eldest Sifter first be wed :
The younger then is free, and not before.

Tia. If it be fo, Sir, that you are the man
Must steed us all, and


the reft;
And if you break the ice, and do this feat,
Atchieve the elder, set the younger free
For our access; whose hap shall be to have her,
Will not so graceless be, to be ingrate.
Hor. Sir, you say well, and well you

do conceive :
And since you do profess to be a suitor,
You must, as we do, gratify this Gentleman,
To whom we all rest generally beholden.

Tra. Sir, I shall not be flack; in fign whereof,
Please ye, we may contrive this afternoon,
And quaff carouses to our Mistress' health ;



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