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Luc. And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth; Tranio is chang'd into Lucentio.
Bion. The better for him : 'would I were fo too. Tra. So would I, i' faith, boy, to have the next will after; that Lucentio, indeed, had Baptitta's youngest daughter. But, firrah, not for my fake, hut your master's, I advise you, use your manners discreetly in all kind of companies : when I am alone, why, then I am Tranio; but in all places else, your master Lucentio.
Luc. Tranio, let's go. One thing more rests, that thyself execute, to make one among these
If thou alk me why, sufficeth my reasons are both good and weighty,
Eiter Petruchio and Grumio.
Gru. Knock, Sir? whom should I knock? is there any man has rebus'd your Worship?
Pet. Villain, I say, knock me here foundly.
Pet. Villain, I say, knock me at this gate,
knock you first,
Pet. Will it not be ?
[He wrings him by the ears. Gru. Help, masters, help; my master is mad. Pet, Now knock, when I bid you: sirrah, villain !
Enter Hortensio. Hor. How now,
what's the matter? my old friend Grumio, and my good friend Petruchio! how do you all at Verona?
i Pet. Signior Hortensio, come you to part the fray? Con tutto il core, ben trovato, may I say. Hor. Alla nostra casa ben venuto, molto honorato
Signor mio Petruchio. Rise, Grumio, rise; we will compound this quarrel.
Gru. Nay, 'tis no matter whai he leges in Latin. If this be not a lawful cause for me to leave his service, look you, Sir : he bid me knock him, and rap him foundly, Sir. Well, was it fit for a fervant to use his master so, being, perhaps, for aught. I see, two and thirty, a pip out ? Whom, would to God, I had well knock'd at first, Then had not Grumio come by the worít.
Pet. A senseless villain !----Good Hortensio, .
Gru. Knock at the gate? O Heav'ns! (pake you not these words plain? Sirrah, knock me here, rap me here,: knock me well, and knock me foundly : and come you now with knocking at the gate ?
Pet. Sirrah, be gone, or talk not, I advise you. Har. Petruchio, patience; I am Grumio's pledge. Why, this is a heavy chance 'twixt him and you, Your ancient, trusty, pleasant servant Grumio ; And tell me now, sweet friend, what happy gale Blows you to Padua here, from old Verona ? Pet. Such wind as scatters young men througlı
the world To seek their fortunes farther than at home, Where small experience grows. But, in a few, Signior Hortensio, thus it stands with me : Antonio my father is deceas'd; And I have thrust myself into this maze, Haply to wive and thrive, as best I may: Crowns in my purse I have, and goods at home, And so am come abroad to see the world. Hor. Petruchio, fhall I then come roundly to thee,
And will thee to a shrewd ill-favour'd wife?
Pet. Signior Hortensio, 'twixt such friends as us
Gru. Nay, look you, Sir, he tells you flatly what his mind is: why, give himn gold enough, and marry him 10 a puppet, or an aglet-baby, or an old trot with ne'er a tooth in her head, tho' she have as many diseases as two and fifty horses; why, nothing comes amiss, fo money comes withal.
Hor. Petruchio, since we have step'd thus far in,
Hor. Her father is Baptista Minola,
Pet. I know her father, tho' I know not her;
Gru. I pray you, Sir, let him go while the huamour lasts. O’my word, an' she knew him as well as I do, she would think scolding would do little good upon him. She may, perhaps, call hiin half a score knaves, or so : why, that's nothing; an' he begin once, he'll rail-in his rope-tricks (I'll tell you what, Sir) an? The stand him but a little, he will throw a figure in her face, and so disfigure her with it, that the shall have no more eyes to fee. withal than a cat. You know him not, Sir.
Hor. Tarry, Petruchio, I muit go with thee,
Gru. Catharine the curs'd ?
Hor. Now shall my friend Petruchio do me gracej“,
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folks, how the young folks lay their heads together. Master, look about you: who goes there? ha!
Hor. Peace, Grumio, 'tis the rival of my love. Perruchio, stand by a while.
Gru. A proper stripling, and an amorous.
Gre. 0, very well; I have perus’d the note.
Luc. Whate'er I read to her, I'll plead for you,
Gre. Oh this learning, what a thing it is !
Hor. 'Tis well; and I have met a gentleman,