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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 inftruct our mistress So fhall I no whit be behind in duty To fair Bianca, fo belov'd of me. Gre. Belov'd of me, and that deeds fhall prove. Gru. And that his bags fhall prove.
Hor. Gremio, 'tis now no time to vent our love :
Yea, and to marry her, if her dowry please.
Pet. I know, fhe is an irksome brawling scold;
Gre. No, fay'ft me fo, friend? What countryman ?
My father dead, my fortune lives for me;
Gre. Oh, fir, such a life, with such a wife, were strange:
Pet. Will I live?
Gru. Will he woo her? ay, I'll hang her.
And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies?
That gives not half so great a blow to the ear,
Tush, tufh! fear boys with bugs.
This gentleman is happily arriv'd,
My mind prefumes, for his own good, and ours.
Gre. And fo we will; provided, that he win her.
To them Tranio bravely apparell'd, and Biondello.
Tra. Gentlemen, God fave you! If I may be bold, Tell me, I beseech you, which is the readiest way To the house of fignior Baptista Minola?
Gre. He that has the two fair daughters? is't he you mean?
Tra. Even he.
Gre. Hark you, fir; You mean not her to
Tra. Perhaps, him and her, fir; What have you to do?
Hor. Sir, a word ere you go ;
Are you a fuitor to the maid you talk of, yea, or no?
* fear boys with bugs.]-terrify boys with bug-bears. "For Warwick was a bug that fear'd us all." HENRY VI, Part 3, Act V, S. z. K. Edw. A& Gre.
Gre. No; if, without more words, you will get you
Tra. Why, fir, I pray, are not the streets as free For me, as for you ?
Gre. But fo is not she.
Tra. For what reason, I beseech you?
Gre. For this reafon, if you'll know,-
Hor. That fhe's the chofen of fignior Hortenfio.
To whom my father is not all unknown;
Gre. What! this gentleman will out-talk us all.
Tra. No, fir; but hear I do, that he hath two:
Pet. Sir, fir, the firft'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 fuitors;
And will not promise her to any man,
For our accefs,-whose hap fhall be to have her,
Hor. Sir, you fay well, and well you do conceive:
Tra. Sir, I fhall not be flack: in fign whereof,
Gre. O excellent motion! Fellows, let's begone.
ACT II. SCENE I.
Enter Katharina and Bianca.
Bian. Good fifter, wrong me not, nor wrong, yourself, To make a bondmaid and a flave of me;
That I difdain: but for thefe other gawds,
contrive]-fpend it together in forming our fchemes-onvive, feast, banquet together.
Unbind my hands, I'll pull them off myself,
Kath. Of all thy fuitors, here I charge thee, tell
Kath. Minion, thou ly'ft; Is't not Hortenfio?
Bian. Is it for him you do envy me fo?
Kath. If that be jeft, then all the reft was fo.
Bap. Why, how now, dame! whence grows this infolence?
Bianca, ftand afide ;-poor girl! fhe weeps:-
Why doft thou wrong her that did ne'er wrong thee?
Kath. Her filence flouts me, and I'll be reveng'd.
[Flies after Bianca.
thou bilding of a devilish spirit,]-thou vileft of termagants, thou most outrageous vixen. P flouts]-infults.