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Listen to me; and, if you speak me fair,
Gre. So said, so done, is well.
Pet. I know she is an irksome brawling scold ; If that be all, masters, I hear no harin.
Gre. No, fayest me so, friend? what countryman?
Pet. Born in Verona, old Antonio's son ; My father's dead, my fortune lives for me, And I do hope good days and long to see. Gre. Oh, Sir, such a life, with such a wife, were
Pet. Will I live ?
Pet. Why came I hither, but to that intent?
Gru. For he fears none.
Gre. Hortensio, hark:
Her. I promis’d we would be contributors,
Gre. And so we will, provided that he win her.
S C Ε Ν Ε VII. To them Tranio bravely apparelled, and Biondello.
Tra. Gentlemen, God save you. If I may be bold, tell me, I beseech you, which is the readiest way to the house of Signior Baptista Minola ?
Bion. He that has the two fair daughters ? is't he you mean?
Tra. Even he, Biondello.
Hor. Sir, a word, ere you go :
offence ? Gre. No; if without more words you will get
Tra. Why, Sir, I pray, are not the streets as free For me, as for you?
Gre. But so is not she.
Gre. For this reason, if you'll know,
Hor. That she's the chosen of Signior Hortensio.
Tra. Softly, my masters: if you be gentlemen, Do me this right; hear me with patience. Baptista is a noble gentleman, To whom my father is pot all unknown; And were his daughter fairer than she is, She may more fuitors have, and me for one. Fair Leda's daughter had a thousand wooers; Then well one more may fair Bianca have, And so the shall. Lucentio fhall make one, Tho' Paris came, 'in hope to speed alone.
Gre. What, this gentleman will out-talk us all ! Luc. Sir, give him head; I know he'll prove a
jade. Pet. Hortensio, to what end aré all these words? Hor. Sir, let me be so bold as to ask you,
Did you yet ever see Baptista's daughter?
Tra. No, Sir ; but hear I do that he harh two: The one as famous for a scolding tongue, As the other is for beauteous modesty.
Pet. Sir, Sir, the firsts for me ; let her go by.
Gre. Yea, leave that labour to great Hercules ; And let it be more than Alcides' twelve.
Pot Sir, understand you this of me, insooth: The youngest daughter, whom you hearken for, Her father keeps from all access of suitors, And will not proinise her to any man, Until the eldest filter first be wed; The younger then is free, and not before.
Tra. If it be so, Sir, that you are the man Must steed us all, and mne amongst the rest; And if
you break the ice, and do this feat, Atchieve the elder, set the younger free For our access; whole hap shall be to have her, Will not fo graceless be, to be ingrate.
Hor. Sir, you say well, and well you do conceive; And since you do profess to be a fuitor, You must, as we do, gratify this gentleman, To whom we all rest generally beholden.
Tra. Sir, I shall not be sack; in sign whereof, Please ye we may convive this afternoon, And quaff carouses to our mistress' health ; And do as adversaries do in law, Sirive mightily, but eat and drink as friends. Gru. Bion. O excellent motion ! fellows, let's be
gone. Hor. The motion's good indeed, and be it so, Petruchio, I shall be your ben venuto. [Exeunt.
[The presenters above speak here, 1 Man. My Lord, you nod; you do not mind the
play. Sly. Yea, by St Ann, do I. A good matter, seres by! - Comes there any more of it?
Lady. My Loril, 'tis but begun.
Sly. 'Tis a very excellent piece of work, Madam, Lady. Would 'twere done !
AC Τ ΙΙ. .
S. CE N E I..
Baptista's House in Padua,
Enter Catharina and Bianca...
To make a bond-maid and a slave of me;
Cath. Of all thy suitors here, I charge thee, tell Whom thou lov'st best: see, thou dissemble not.
Bian. Believe me, lister, of all men alive
Cath. Minion, thou liest; is't not Hortenfio ?
Bian. If you affect him, sister, here I swear, I'll plead for you myself, but you shall have him.
Cath. Oh, then, belike, you fancy riches more; You will have Gremio, to keep you fair.
Bian. Is it for him you do so envy me?
[Strikes her. Enter Baptista, Bap. Why, how now, dame, whence grows this
infolence? Bianca, stand aside; poor girl, she weeps ; Go ply the needle, meddle not with her. For Thame, thou hilding of a devilish spirit, Why dost thou wrong her, that did ne'er wrong
thee? When did the cross thee with a bitter word?
Cath. Her silence flouts me; and I'll be reveng'd.
[Flies ufter Bianca. Bap. What, in my sight?--Bianca, get thee in.
[Exit Bianca, Carh. Will you not suffer me? nay, now I iee 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 heil. Talk not to me, I will go sit and weep, 'Till I can find occasion of revenge.
[Erit Cath, Bap. Was ever gentleman thus griev'd as I ? But who comes here?
S CE N E II.
Petruchid with Hortensio, like a mu ician ; Tranio
Bap. Good morrow, neighbour Gremio. God save you, gentlemen.
Pet. And you, good Sir. Pray, have you not a daughter call'd Catharina, fair and virtuous ?
Bap. I have a daughier, Sir, call J Catharina.