Enter Hortenfio. 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? Y 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. W 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, y 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. Z tooth 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, b 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. U 4 nothing; 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 arm. 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. f keep the strongest part, the inner works of a castle-in his cuftody. Jeen]-fkill'd, vers'd. how 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. h 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. at any Hor. |