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Hor. 'Tis well: and I have met a gentleman,
Hath promis’d me to help me to another,
A fine musician to instruct our mistress ;
So shall I no whit be behind in duty
To fair Bianca, so belov'd of me.
Gre. Belov'd of me,—and that my deeds shall prove.
Gru. And that his bags shall prove.
Hor. Gremio, 'tis now no time to vent our love :
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 curft Katharine ;
Yea, and to marry her, if her dowry please.
Gre. So said, 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, say'st me so, friend? What countryman?
Pet. Born in Verona, old Antonio's fon : My father dead, my fortune lives for me; And I do hope good days, and long, to see.
Gre. Oh, fir, such a life, with such a wife, were strange:
But, if you have a stomach, to't o'God's name ;
You shall have me aflisting you in all,
But will you woo this wild cat ?
Pet. Will I live ?
Gru. Will he woo her? ay, I'll hang her.
Pet. Why came I hither, but to that intent?
Think, you a little din can daunt mine ears?
Have I not in my time heard lions roar ?
Have I not heard the sea, puffd up with winds,
Rage like an angry boar, chafed with sweat ?
Have I not heard great ordinance in the field,
And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies?
Have I not in a pitched battle heard
Loud ’larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets clang ?
And do you tell me of a woman's tongue ;
That gives not half so great a blow to the ear,
As will a chesnut in a farmer's fire ?
Tush, tush! k fear boys with bugs.
Gru. For he fears none.
Gre. Hortensio, 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 sure of a good dinner. (Afde.
To them Tranio bravely apparell’d, and Biondello.
Tra. Gentlemen, God save you! If I may be bold,
Tell me, I beseech you, which is the readiest way
To the house of signior Baptifta Minola?
Gre. He that has the two fair daughters ? is't he you mean?
Tra. Even he.
Gre. Hark you, sir; You mean not her to —
Tra. Perhaps, him and her, sir ; What have you to do?
Pet. Not her that chides, sir, at any hand, I pray.
Tra, I love no chiders, fir: Biondello, let's away.
Luc. Well begun, Tranio.
[Afíde. 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 ?
* fear boys with bugs.]-terrify boys with bug-bears. " For Warwick was a bug that fear'd us all.” HENRY VI, Part 3, AA V, S. 2. K. Edw.
Gre. No; if, without more words, you will get you
Tra. Why, sir, I pray, are not the streets as free
For me, as for you?
Gre. But so is not she.
Tra. For what reason, I beseech you?
Gre. For this reason, if you'll know,
That she's the choice love of lignior Gremio.
Hor. That she's the chosen of signior Hortensie.
Tra. Softly, my masters ! if you be gentlemen,
Do me this right, -hear me with patience.
Baptista is a noble gentleman,
To whom my father is not all unknown ;
And, were his daughter fairer than 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,
Though 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, fir; but hear I do, that he hath two:
The one as famous for a scolding tongue,
As the other is for beauteous modesty.
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, infooth ;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 sister first be wed:
younger then is free, and not before.
Tra. If it be so, sir, that you are the man
Must stead us all, and me amongst the rest;
An 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 fuitor, You must, as we do, gratify this gentleman, To whom we all rest generally beholden.
Tra. Sir, I shall not be slack : in sign whereof,
ye we may contrive this afternoon,
And quaff carouses to our mistress' health ;
And do as adversaries do in law,-
Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.
Gre. O excellent motion! Fellows, let's begone.
Hor. The motion's good indeed, and be it fo ; Petruchio, I shall be your ben venuto.
Аст II. SCENE I.
Baptista's House in Padua.
Enter Katharina and Bianca.
Bian. Good sister, wrong me not, nor wrong yourself, To make a bondmaid and a Nave of me ; That I disdain: but for these other gawds,
* contrive)—spend it together in forming our schemesy onvive, feast, banquet together.
Unbind my hands, I'll pull them off myself,
Yea, all my raiment, to my petticoat ;
Or, what you will command me, will I do,
So well I know my duty to my elders.
Kath. Of all thy suitors, here I charge thee, tell
Whom thou lov'st best : see thou dissemble not.
Bian. Believe me, sister, of all the men alive,
I never yet beheld that special face
Which I could fancy more than any other.
Kath. Minion, thou ly'st; Is't not Hortensio?
Bian. If you affect him, fifter, here I swear, I'll plead for you myself, but you shall have him.
Kath. Oh then, belike, you fancy riches more ;
You will have Gremio to keep you " fair.
Bian. Is it for him you do envy me so ?
Nay, then you jest ; and now I well perceive,
You have but jested with me all this while:
I prythee, sister Kate, untie my hands.
Kath. If that be jest, then all the rest was so.
[Strikes ber. Enter Baptista. Bap. Why, how now, dame! whence grows this info
Bianca, stand aside ;--poor girl ! she weeps :-
Go ply thy needle ; meddle not with her.-
For shame, thou hilding of a devilish spirit,
Why dost thou wrong her that did ne'er wrong thee?
When did she cross thee with a bitter word ?
Kath. Her silence P fouts me, and I'll be reveng'd.
[Flies after Bianca.
r fair. ]-in finery.
thou hilding of a devilish spirit,)-thou vileft of termagants, thou most outrageous vixen.