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Bap. What, in my fight ;-Bianca, get thee in.
[Exit Bianca. Kath. Will you not fuffer 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?
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 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, sir, That,-hearing of her beauty, and her wit, Her affability, and bashful modefty, Her wondrous qualities, and mild behaviour,Am bold to fhew 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 prefent you with a man of mine,
ries before her.
dance bare-foot-the fate of an elder fifter, whofe younger marlead apes in hell.]-die an old maid.
Cunning in mufick, and the mathematicks,
Accept of him, or elfe you do me wrong ;
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
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, fpeak 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 wooing. 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 studying 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 thousand 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 caufe of your coming?
* Baccare !]-Hold, ftand back!
free leave give to.
Tra. Pardon me, fir, the boldness is mine own;
Nor is your firm refolve unknown to me,
That, upon knowledge of my parentage,
I may have welcome 'mongst the reft that woo,
And, toward the education of your daughters,
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?
Bap. A mighty man of Pifa; by report,
I knew him well: you are very welcome, fir.-
[To Hortenfio and Lucentio.
You shall go fee your pupils presently.
Enter a Servant.
These gentlemen to my daughters; and tell them both, These are their tutors; bid them use 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, And fo I pray you all to think yourselves.
Pet. Signior Baptifta, my business asketh hafte, "And every day I cannot come to woo.
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
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 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 fo pale? Hor. For fear, I promise you, if I look pale. Bap. What, will my daughter prove a good mufician? Hor. I think, fhe'll fooner prove a foldier; Iron may hold with her, but never lutes.
Her widowhood,]-A jointure.
Bap. Why, then thou canft not break her to the lute?
And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering;
Frets, call you thefe? 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 fome chat with her!
Bap. Well, go with me, and be not so discomfited:
[Exit Baptifta with Gremio, Hortenfio, and Tranio.
Say, that she frown; I'll fay, she looks as clear