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

(Exit Bianca. Katb. Will you not suffer me? Nay, now I see, 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 occasion of revenge.

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

Enter Gremio, Lucentio in the habit of a mean man; Petru

cbio 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 sir! Pray, have you not a daughter Callid Katharina, fair, and virtuous ?

Bap. I have a daughter, sir, callid Katharina. Gre. You are too blunt; go to it orderly. Pet. You wrong me, signior Gremio; give me leave.am a gentleman of Verona, sir, That,-hearing of her beauty, and her wit, Her affabīlity, and bashful modesty, Her wondrous qualities, and mild behaviour,Am bold to Thew myself a forward guest

your house, to make mine eye the witness Of that report which I so oft have heard. And, for an entrance to my entertainment,

[Presenting Hortenfio. I do present you with a man of mine,

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dance bare-foor)--the fate of an elder fifter, whose younger marries before her.

s lead apes in hell. )-- die an old maid.


Cunning in musick, and the mathematicks,
To instruct 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 see, 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, sir ? what may I call your name?

Pet. Petruchio is my name ; Antonio's son, 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, signior Gremio ; I would fain be

doing. Gre. I doubt it not, sir; but you will curse your woo

ing:Neighbour, this is a gift very grateful, I am sure of it. To express the like kindness myself, that have been more kindly bcholding 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, signior Gremio: welcome, good Cambio.-But, gentle sir, methinks, you walk like a stranger ; [To Tranio.) May I be so bold to know the cause of your coming ?

Baccare !]-Hold, stand back!

'fru leave give to.


Tra. Pardon me, sir, the boldness is mine own;
That, being a stranger in this city here,
Do make myself a suitor to your daughter,
Unto Bianca, fair, and virtuous.
Nor is your firm resolve unknown to me,
In the preferment of the eldest sister :
This liberty is all that I request, —
That, upon knowledge of my parentage,

may have welcome 'mongst the rest that woo,
And free access and favour as the reit.
And, toward the education of your daughters,
I here bestow a simple instrument,
And this small packet of Greek and Latin books:
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, sir. you the lute, and you the set of books,

[To Hortensio and Lucentio. You shall go see your pupils presently. Holla, within !

Enter a Servant. Sirrah, lead 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


walk a lite'e in the orchard, And then to dinner : You are passing welcome, And so I pray you all to think yourselves.

Pet. Signior Baptista, my business asketh halte,
* And every day I cannot come to woo.
And every day I cannot come to woo.
And I cannot come every day to woo."

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 poffeflion, twenty thousand crowns.

Pet. And, for that dowry, I'll assure her of
w 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 consume the thing that feeds their fury :
Though little fire grows great with little wind,
Yet extream gufts 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 Hortensio, with his bead 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 soldier ; Iron may hold with her, but never lutes.

w Her widowhood,)-A jointure.



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 stood amazed for a while,
As on a pillory, looking through the lute :
While she did call me, -rascal-fidler,
And—twangling-Jack ; with twenty such vile terms,
As she had studied to misuse me so.

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 some chat with her!

Bap. Well, go with me, and be not so discomfited :
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, Hortensio, and Tranio. And woo her with some spirit when she comes. Say, that she rail; why then I'll tell her plain, She sings as sweetly as a nightingale : Say, that she frown; I'll say, she looks as clear As morning roses newly wath'd with dew: Say, she be mute, and will not speak a word; Then I'll commend her volubility, And say—she uttereth piercing eloquence: If she do bid me pack, I'll give her thanks, As though she bid me stay by her a week, If she deny to wed, l'll crave the day X 2


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