Bap. What, in my fight;-Bianca, get thee in.

[Exit Bianca.

Kath. Will you not suffer me? Nay, now I fee,
She is your treasure, she must have a husband;
I must dance bare-foot on her wedding-day,
And, for your love to her, lead apes in hell.
Talk not to me; I will go fit and weep,
'Till I can find occafion of revenge.

Bap. Was ever gentleman thus griev'd as I ?
But who comes here?

[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 save 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 bashful modesty,
Her wondrous qualities, and mild behaviour,-
Am bold to shew myself a forward guest
Within your house, to make mine eye the witness
Of that report which I so oft have heard.
And, for an entrance to my entertainment,

I do present you with a man of mine,

[Presenting Hortenfio.

dance bare-foot]-the fate of an elder sister, whose younger mar* lead apes in bell.]-die an old maid.

Cunning in musick, and the mathematicks,
To inftruct her fully in those sciences,
Whereof, I know, she is not ignorant :
Accept of him, or else you do me wrong;
His name is Licio, born in Mantua.

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.

Pet. I fee, you do not mean to part with her;
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 curse your wooing.

Neighbour, this is a gift very grateful, I am fure of it. To express 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 studying at Rheims; [Presenting Lucentio,] as cunning in Greek, Latin, and other languages, as the other in musick and mathematicks: his name is Cambio; pray, accept his service.

Bap. A thousand thanks, fignior Gremio: welcome, good Cambio.-But, gentle fir, methinks, you walk like a stranger; [To Tranio.] May I be fo bold to know the cause of your coming?

• Baccare!]-Hold, stand back!

free leave give to. Tra.

Tra. Pardon me, fir, the boldness is mine own;
That, being a stranger in this city here,
Do make myself a fuitor to your daughter,
Unto Bianca, fair, and virtuous.
Nor is your firm refolve unknown to me,
In the preferment of the eldest sister :
This liberty is all that I request,-
That, upon knowledge of my parentage,
I may have welcome 'mongst the rest that woo,
And free access and favour as the rest.

And, toward the education of your daughters,
I here bestow a simple instrument,

And this small packet of Greek and Latin books:
If you accept them, then their worth is great.

Bap. Lucentio is your name? of whence, I pray ?
Tra. Of Pisa, fir; son to Vincentio.

Bap. A mighty man of Pisa; by report,
I knew him well: you are very welcome, fir.-

Take you the lute, and you the fet of books,

[To Hortenfio and Lucentio.

You shall go fee your pupils presently.

Holla, within!

Sirrah, lead

Enter a Servant.

These gentlemen to my daughters; and tell them both,

These are their tutors; bid them use them well.

[Exit Servant with Hortensio and Lucentio.

We will go walk a litt'e in the orchard,

And then to dinner: You are paffing welcome,

And so I pray you all to think yourselves.

Pet. Signior Baptista, my business asketh haste,

"And every day I cannot come to woo.

And every day I cannot come to woo.]

And I cannot come every day to woo.”

VOL. II.

The Burthen of an old Song.

!

You knew my father well: and in him, me,
Left solely heir to all his lands and goods,
Which I have better'd rather than decreas'd:
Then tell me, if I get your daughter's love,
What dowry shall I have with her to wife?

Bap. After my death, the one half of my lands;
And, in poffeffion, twenty thousand crowns.

Pet. And, for that dowry, I'll assure her of
" Her widowhood, be it that she survive me,-
In all my lands and leases whatsoever:
Let specialties be therefore drawn between us,
That covenants may be kept on either hand.

Bap. Ay, when the special thing is well obtained,
This is, her love; for that is all in all.

Pet. Why, that is nothing; for I tell you, father,
I am as preremptory as she proud-minded;
And where two raging fires meet together,
They do confume the thing that feeds their fury:
Though little fire grows great with little wind,
Yet extream gusts will blow out fire and all:
So I to her, and so she yields to me;
For I am rough, and woo not like a babe.

Bap. Well may'st thou woo, and happy be thy speed!
But be thou arm'd for some 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 dost thou look so pale?
Hor. For fear, I promise you, if I look pale.
Bap. What, will my daughter prove a good musician?
Hor. I think, she'll sooner prove a foldier;

Iron may hold with her, but never lutes.

Her widowhood,]-A jointure.

* Specialties]-articles.

Bap.

Bap. Why, then thou canst not break her to the lute ?
Hor. Why, no; for she hath broke the lute to me.

I did but tell her, she mistook her frets,

And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering;
When, with a most impatient devilish spirit,
Frets, call you these? quoth she: I'll fume with them:
And, with that word, she struck me on the head,
And through the instrument my pate made way;
And there I ftood amazed for a while,
As on a pillory, looking through the lute :
While she did call me,-rascal-fidler,

And-twangling-Jack; with twenty fuch vile terms,
As she had studied to misuse me fo.

Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench;
I love her ten times more than e'er I did :
Oh, how I long to have fome chat with her!
Bap. Well, go with me, and be not so difcomfited:
Proceed in practice with my younger daughter;
She's apt to learn, and thankful for good turns.-
Signior Petruchio, will you go with us;
Or shall I send my daughter Kate to you ?
Pet. I pray you do, I will attend her here,

[Exit Baptista with Gremio, Hortenfio, and Tranio.

And woo her with fome spirit when she comes.
Say, that she rail; why then I'll tell her plain,
She fings as fweetly as a nightingale :
Say, that she frown; I'll say, she looks as clear
As morning roses newly wath'd with dew:
Say, the be mute, and will not fspeak a word;
Then I'll commend her volubility,
And fay-she uttereth piercing eloquence:
If the do bid me pack, I'll give her thanks,
As though the bid me stay by her a week,
If she deny to wed, I'll crave the day

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