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Brought up as beft becomes a gentlewoman.
Her only fault, and that is fault enough,
Is, that the is intolerably curs'd;

And fhrewd, and froward, fo beyond all measure,
That, were my ftate far worfer than it is,
I would not wed her for a mine of gold.

Pet. Hortenfio, peace; thou know'ft not gold's effe&t;

Tell me her father's name, and 'tis enough:
For I will board her, tho' fhe chide as loud
As thunder when the clouds in autumn crack.
Hor. Her father is Baptifta Minola,
An affable and courteous gentleman;
Her name is Gatharina Minola.
Renown'd in Padua for her fcolding tongue.

Pet. I know her father, tho' I know not her;
And he knew my deceased father well.
I will not fleep, Hortenfio, till I fee her,
And therefore let me be thus bold with you,
To give you over at this first encounter,
Unless you will accompany me thither.

Gru. I pray you, Sir, let him go while the humour lafts. O' my word, an fhe knew him as well as I do, fhe would think fcolding would do little good upon him. She may, perhaps, call him half a score knaves, or fo: why, that's nothing; an' he begin once, he'll rail in his rope-tricks. I'll tell you what, Sir, an fhe stand him but a little, he will throw a figure in her face, and fo disfigure her with it, that the fhall have no more eyes to fee withal than a cat: you know him not, Sir..

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Hor. Tarry, Petruchio, I must go with thee,
For in Baptifta's houfe my treafure is :
He hath the jewel of my life in hold,
His youngest daughter, beautiful Bianca;
And her withholds he from me, and others more
Suitors to her, and rivals in
my love :
Suppofing it a thing impoffible,
(For those defects I have before rehears'd),
That ever Catharina will be woo'd;
Therefore this order hath Baptifta ta'en,
That none fhall have access unto Bianca,

Till Catharine the curs'd have got a husband.
Gru. Catharine the curft ?

A title for a maid of all titles the worst!

Hor. Now fhall my friend Petruchio do me grace, And offer me disguis'd in fober robes, To old Baptifta as a fchoolmafter, Well feen in mufic, to inftruct Bianca; That fo I may by this device, at least, Have leave and leifure to make love to her; And, unfufpected, court her by herself.

SCENE VI.

Enter Gremio, and Lucentio difguis'd.

Gra. Here's no knavery! fee, to beguile the old folks, how the young folks lay their heads together. Mafter, look about you: who goes there? ha.

Hor. Peace, Grumio, 'tis the rival of my love. Petruchio, ftand by a while.

Gru. A proper ftripling, and an amorous.
Gre. O, very well; I have perus'd the note.
Hark you, Sir, I'll have them very fairly bound,
All books of love; fee that, at any hand;
And fee you read no other lectures to her:
You understand me. Over and befide
Signior Baptifta's liberality,

I'll mend it with a largefs. Take your papers too,
And let me have them very well perfum'd;
For fhe is sweeter than perfume itself,

To whom they go. What will you read to her?
Luc. Whate'er I read to her, I'll plead for you,
As for my patron, ftand you fo affured,
As firmly, as yourself were still in place;
Yea, and perhaps with more fuccefsful words
Than you, unless you were a scholar, Sir.

Gre. Oh this learning, what a thing it is!
Gru. Oh this woodcock, what an ass it is !
Pet. Peace, firrah.

Hor. Grumio, mum! God fave you, Signior Gremio.

Gre. And you are well met, Signior Hortenfio. Trow you whether I am going? to Baptifta Minola; I promis'd to inquire carefully about a schoolmafter for the

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fair Bianca, and by good fortune I have lighted well on this young man; for learning and behaviour fit for her turn, well read in poety, and other books, good ones, I warrant ye.

Hor. 'Tis well; and I have met a gentleman
Hath promis'd me to help me to another,
A fine musician to inftruct our mistress;
So fhall I no whit be behind in duty
To fair Bianca, fo beloy'd of me.

Gre. Belov'd of me,

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and that my deeds fhall

Gru. And that his bags fhall prove.

Hor. Gremio, 'tis now no time to vent our love.
Liften to me; and if you fpeak me fair,
I'll tell you news indifferent good for either.
Here is a gentleman whom by chance I met,
Upon agreement from us to his liking,
Will undertake to woo curs'd Catharine;
Yea, and to marry her, if her dowry please.
Gre. So faid, fo done, is well;-

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Hortenfio, have you told him all her faults !

Pet. A know the is an irkfome brawling fcold;
If that be all, Mafters, I hear no harm.

Gre. No, fayeft me fo, friend? What countryman?
Pet. Born in Verona, old Antonio's fon;
My father's dead, my fortune lives for me,
And I do hope good days and long to fee.

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Gre. Oh, Sir, fuch a life with fuch a wife were
ftrange; :

But if you have a fomach, to't o' God's name;
You shall have me affifting you in all.

But will you woo this wild cat?

Pet. Will I live?

Gru. Will he woo her? ay, or I'll hang her.
Pet. Why came I hither but to that intent?
Think you a little din can daunt my ears?
Have I not in my time heard lions roar?'
Have I not heard the fea, puff'd up with winds,
Rage like an angry boar, chafed with fweat
"Have I not heard great ordnance in the field ?
• 'And heav'n's artillery thunder in the skies?
• Have I not in a pitched battle heard

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Loud larums, neighing fteeds, and trumpets clangue?
And do you tell me of a woman's tongue,
That gives not half fo great a blow to th' ear,
As will a chefnut in a farmer's fire?'

Tufh, tuh, fear boys with bugs.,
Gru. For he fears none.
Gre. Hortenfio, hark:

This gentleman is happily arriv'd,
My mind prefumes, for his own good, and our's..
Hor. I promis'd we would be contributors;
And bear his charge of wooing whatfoe'er,

Gre. And fo we will, provided that he win her.. Gru. I would I were as fure of a good dinner,

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To them Tranio bravely apparell'd, and Biondello. Tra. Gentlemen, God fave you. If I may be bold, tell me, I beseech you, which is the readiest way to the houfe of Signior Baptifta Minola ?

Bion. He that has the two fair daughters? is't he you mean?

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Tra. Even he, Biondello.

Gre. Hark you, Sir, you mean not her, to

Tra. Perhaps him and her; what have you to do?
Pet. Not her that chides, Sir, at any hand, I pray.
Tra. I love no chiders, Sir. Biondello, let's away.
Luc. Well begun, Tranio.
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Hor. Sir, a word, ere you go:

Are you a fuitor to the maid you talk of, yea or no? Tra. An if I be, Sir, is it any offence?

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Gre. No, if without, more words you will get you

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Tra. Why, Sir, I pray, are not the fireets as free For me as for you?

Gre. But fo is not fhe.

Tra. For what reafon, I befcech you?
Gre. For this reafon, if you'll know:
That the's the choice love of Signior Gremio.

Hor. That he's the chofen of Signior Hortenfio. Tra. Softly, my Mafters; if you be gentlemen, Do me this right; hear ine with patience.

Baptifta

Baptifta is a noble gentleman,

To whom my father is not 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 fo the fhall. Lucentio fhall make one,
Though 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. Hortenfio, to what end are all these words?
Hor. Sir, let me be fo bold as to ask you,
Did you yet ever fee Baptifta's daughter?

Tra. No, Sir; but hear I do that he hath two:
The one as famous for a fcolding tongue,
As the other is for beauteous modefty.

Pet. Sir, Sir, the firft's for me; let her go by. Gre. Yea, leave that labour to great Hercules; And let it be more than Alcides' twelve.

Pet. Sir, underftand you this of me, infooth:
The youngest daughter, whom you harken for,
Her father keeps from all accefs of fuitors;
And will not promife her to any man,
Until the eldest sister first be wed:
The younger then is free, and not before.

Tra. If it be fo, Sir, that you are the man
Muft fteed us all, and me among the reft;
And if you break the ice, and do this feat,
Atchieve the elder, fet the younger
free
For our accefs; whofe hap fhall be to have her,
Will not fo gracelefs be, to be ingrate.

Hor. Sir, you fay well, and well you do conceive:
And fince you do profefs to be a fuitor,
You must, as we do, gratify this gentleman,
To whom we all reft generally beholden.

Tra. Sir, I fhall not be flack; in fign whereof,
Please ye, we may contrive this afternoon,
And quaff caroufes to our miftrefs' health;
And do as adverfaries do in law,
Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.

Grum. Bion. O excellent motion! fellows, let's be gone.

Hor.

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