Bap. What, in my fight ;-Bianca, get thee in. [Exit Bianca. Kath. Will you not fuffer me? Nay, now I fee, Bap. Was ever gentleman thus griev'd as I? [Exit Kath. Enter Gremio, Lucentio in the habit of a mean man; Petruchio with Hortenfio, like a musician; Tranio, and Biondello bearing a lute and books. Gre. Good-morrow, neighbour Baptista. Bap. Good-morrow, neighbour Gremio: God fave you, gentlemen! Pet. And you, good fir! Pray, have you not a daughter Call'd Katharina, fair, and virtuous ? Bap. I have a daughter, fir, call'd Katharina. Gre. You are too blunt; go to it orderly. Pet. You wrong me, fignior Gremio; give me leave.I am a gentleman of Verona, fir, That,-hearing of her beauty, and her wit, Her affability, and bafhful modefty, Her wondrous qualities, and mild behaviour,- I do prefent you with a man of mine, [Prefenting Hortenfio. dance bare-foot]-the fate of an elder fifter, whofe younger marlead apes in hell.]-die an old maid. ries before her. Cunning Cunning in musick, and the mathematicks, Bap. You're welcome, fir; and he, for your good fake: But for my daughter Katharine,-this I know, She is not for your turn, the more my grief. Or else you like not of my company. Bap. Mistake me not, I speak but as I find, Whence are you, fir? what may I call your name? Pet. Petruchio is my name; Antonio's fon, A man well known throughout all Italy. Bap. I know him well: you are welcome for his fake. Gre. Saving your tale, Petruchio, I pray, Let us, that are poor petitioners, speak too: * Baccare! you are marvellous forward. Pet. Oh, pardon me, fignior Gremio; I would fain be doing. Gre. I doubt it not, fir; but you will curfe your woo ing. Neighbour, this is a gift very grateful, I am fure of it. To exprefs the like kindness myself, that have been more kindly beholding to you than any, I freely give unto you this young scholar, that hath been long ftudying at Rheims; [Presenting Lucentio,] as cunning in Greek, Latin, and other languages, as the other in mufick and mathematicks his name is Cambio; pray, accept his fervice. Bap. A thoufand thanks, fignior Gremio: welcome, good Cambio.-But, gentle fir, methinks, you walk like a ftranger; [To Tranio.] May I be fo bold to know the cause of your coming? Baccare!]-Hold, ftand back! free leave give to. Tra. Tra. Pardon me, fir, the boldness is mine own; That, upon knowledge of my parentage, I may have welcome 'mongst the rest that woo, And, toward the education of your daughters, And this small packet of Greek and Latin books: Bap. Lucentio is your name? of whence, I pray? Bap. A mighty man of Pifa; by report, I knew him well you are very welcome, fir.- [To Hortenfio and Lucentio. fee your pupils presently. You shall Sirrah, lead Enter a Servant. These gentlemen to my daughters; and tell them both, These are their tutors; bid them ufe them well. [Exit Servant with Hortenfio and Lucentio. We will go walk a little in the orchard, And then to dinner: You are paffing welcome, Pet. Signior Baptifta, my business asketh hafte, And every day I cannot come to roo. VOL. II. The Burthen of an old Song. You knew my father well: and in him, me, Bap. After my death, the one half of my lands; Pet. And, for that dowry, I'll affure her of "Her widowhood,-be it that fhe furvive me,In all my lands and leafes whatsoever : Let fpecialties be therefore drawn between us, That covenants may be kept on either hand. Bap. Ay, when the fpecial thing is well obtained, This is, her love; for that is all in all. Pet. Why, that is nothing; for I tell you, father, They do confume the thing that feeds their fury : For I am rough, and woo not like a babe. Bap. Well may'ft thou woo, and happy be thy speed! But be thou arm'd for fome unhappy words. Pet. Ay, to the proof; as mountains are for winds, That shake not, though they blow perpetually. Re-enter Hortenfio, with his head broke. Bap. How now, my friend? why doft thou look so pale? Hor. For fear, I promise you, if I look pale. Bap. What, will my daughter prove a good mufician? Hor. I think, she'll fooner prove a foldier ; Iron may hold with her, but never lutes. Her widowhood,]-A jointure. x Specialties-articles. Bap. Bap. Why, then thou canst not break her to the lute? And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering; Frets, call you these? quoth fhe: I'll fume with them: Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lufty wench; I love her ten times more than e'er I did: Oh, how I long to have some chat with her! Bap. Well, go with me, and be not fo difcomfited: Or fhall I fend my daughter Kate to you ? [Exit Baptifta with Gremio, Hortenfio, and Tranio. And woo her with some spirit when she comes. |