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Hor. How now? what's the matter?-My old friend Grumio! and my good friend Petruchio !-How do you all at Verona ?
Pet. Signior Hortenfio, come you to part the fray? Con tutto il core ben trovato, may I say?
Hor. "Alla noftra cafa ben venuto,
Molto bonorato fignor mio Petruccio.
Rife, Grumio, rife; we will compound this quarrel.
Gru. Nay, 'tis no matter, "what be leges in Latin, if this be not a lawful cause for me to leave his fervice.Look you, fir,—he bid me knock him, and rap him foundly, fir: Well, was it fit for a fervant to use his master fo; being, perhaps, (for ought I fee) two and thirty, -a pip out?
Whom, would to God, I had well knock'd at first,
Pet. A fenfelefs villain !-Good Hortenfio,
I bid the rascal knock upon your gate,
And could not get him for my heart to do it.
Pet. Sirrah, be gone, or talk not, I advise you.
Pet. Such wind as scatters young men through the world,
▾ Con tutto il core ben trovato,]-Well met with all my heart. "Alla noftra casa ben venuto, Molto honorato fignor mio Petruccio.]— Welcome to our house, my much honoured Lord Petruchio. "what be leges]-what is law.
To feek their fortunes farther than at home,
And I have thruft myself into this maze,
Hor. Petruchio, fhall I then come roundly to thee,
Pet. Signior Hortenfio, 'twixt fuch friends as we,
I come to wive it wealthily in Padua ;
Gru. Nay, look you, fir, he tells you flatly what his mind is: Why, give him gold enough, and marry him to a puppet, or an aglet-baby; or an old trot with ne'er a
win a few,]-in fhort, in few words.
x burden]-the leading step.
Y Florentius' love,]-a Knight who vow'd to marry a deformed hag, provided she taught him to folve a riddle, whereon his life depended. aglet-baby-image in the tag of a point.
tooth in her head, though fhe have as many diseases * too as fifty horses: why, nothing comes amifs, fo money comes withal.
Hor. Petruchio, fince we have stept thus far in,
I can, Petruchio, help thee to a wife
Is, that she is intolerably curft,
And shrewd, and froward; so beyond all measure,
I would not wed her for a mine of gold.
Pet. Hortenfio, peace; thou know'st not gold's effect :
Tell me her father's name, and 'tis enough;
For I will board her, though the chide as loud
An affable and courteous gentleman :
Her name is, Katharina Minola,
Pet. I know her father, though I know not her;
Gru. I pray you, fir, let him go while the humour lasts. O' my word, an fhe knew him as well as I do, fhe would think scolding would do little good upon him: She may, perhaps call him half a score knaves, or fo: why, that's
as two and-The fifty difeafes of a horfe, was a proverbial expreffion. b intolerably curft,]-fuch an infufferable vixen."
To give you over]—to leave you.
nothing; an he begin once, he'll rail in his rope-tricks. I'll tell you what, fir,-an fhe ftand him but a little, he will throw a figure in her face, and fo disfigure her with it, that she shall have no more eyes to fee withal than a cat: You know him not, fir.
Hor. Tarry, Petruchio, I must go with thee;
(For those defects I have before rehears'd)
A title for a maid, of all titles the worst.
Hor. Now fhall my friend Petruchio do me grace;
And offer me, difguis'd in fober robes,
Well feen in mufick, to inftruct Bianca:
Enter Gremio, and Lucentio difguis'd, with books under bis
Gru. Here's no knavery! See; to beguile the old folks,
he'll rail in his rope-tricks. ]-roguery-rhetoricks-he'll overwhelm her with a torrent of abuse.
throw a figure in her face, &c.]-give her fuch a fpecimen of practical rhetorick, as fhall leave her no more light than a muffled cat -he'll feal up her eyes.
keep the strongest part, the inner works of a castle-in his cuftody. Jeen]-fkill'd, vers'd.
how the young folks lay their heads together! Mafter, master, look about you: Who goes there? ha.
Hor. Peace, Grumio; 'tis the rival of my love:-Petruchio, ftand by a while.
Gru. A proper ftripling, and an amorous!
Gre. O, very well; I have perus'd the note.
And see you read no other lectures to her :
I'll mend it with a largess -Take your papers too,
To whom they go. What will you read to her?
Gre. O this learning! what a thing it is!
Hor. Grumio, mum !-God fave you, fignior Gremio!
About a schoolmafter for the fair Bianca:
And other books,-good ones, I warrant you.
proper ftripling,]-ironically, Gremio being advanced in years. band;]-at all events.