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Hor. The motion's good indeed, and be it fo. Petruchio, I fhall be your ben venuto. [Exeunt, [The prefenters 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, furely! comes there any more of it?

Lady. My Lord, 'tis but bagun.

Sly. 'Tis a very excellent piece of work, Madam Lady. Would 'twere done!.


Baptifta's houfe in Padua.

Enter Catharina and Bianca.



To make a bondmaid and a flave of me;
That I difdain; but for thefe other gawds,
Unbind my hands, I'll pull them off myfelf;
Yea, all my raiment to my petticoat;
Or what you will command me, will I do;
So well I know my duty to my elders.

Gath. Of all thy fuitors here, I charge thee tell
Whom thou lov'it beft: fee thou diffemble not.
Bian. Believe me, fifter, of all men alive
I never yet beheld that special face,
Which I could fancy more than any other.

Cath. Minion, thou lyeft; is't not Hortenfio? Bian. If you affect him, fifter, here I fwear, I'll plead for you myself, but you fhall 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 fo envy me?
Nay, then you jeft; and now, I well perceive,
You have but jefted with me all this while;
I pr'ythee, fifter Kate, untie my hands.

Cath. If that be jeft, then all the reft was fo.

OOD fifter, wrong me not, nor wrong yourfelf,

[Strikes her.

Enter Baptifta.

Bap. Why, how now, dame, whence grows this infoBianca, ftand afide; poor girl, she weeps;


Go ply thy needle, meddle not with her.
For fhame, thou hilding of a devilish ipirit,
Why dost thou wrong her, that did ne er wrong thee?"
When did fhe crois thee with a bitter word?

Cath. Her filence flouts me; and I'll be revenge'd. [Flies after Bianca. Bap. What, in my fight? Bianca, get thee in. [Exit Bianca, Cath. Will you not fuffer me? nay, now I fee, She is your treafure; the must have a hulband; I muft 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.

[Exit. Cath. 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 mufician; Tranio and Biondelio bearing a lute and books.

Gre. Good morrow, neighbour Baptifta.

Bap. Good morrow, neighbour Gremio. God fave you, Gentlemen.

Pet. And you, good Sir. Pray, have you not a daughter called Catharina, fair and virtuous?

Bap. I have a daughter, Sir, called Catharina.
Gre. You are too blunt; go to it orderly.

Pet. You wrong me, Signior Gremio, give me leave,
I am a gentleman of Verona, Sir,
That, hearing of her beauty and her wit,
Her affability and bathful modefty.

Her wonderous qualities, and mild behaviour,
Am bold to fhew myfelf a forward gueft
Within your houfe, to make mine eye the witness
Of that report, which I fo oft have heard.
And, for an entrance to my entertainment,

[Prefenting Hor.

I do prefent you with a man of mine,
Cunning in mufic, and the mathematics,
To inftruct her fully in thofe fciences,


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Whereof I know fhe is not ignorant.
Accept of him, or elfe you do me wrong,
His name is Licio, born in Mantua.

Bap. You're welcome, Sir, and he for your good fake. But for my daughter Catharine, this I know, She is not for your turn, the more's my grief.

Pet. I fee you do not mean to part with her; Cr elfe you like not of my company.

Bap. Miftake me not, I speak but what I find. Whence are you, Sir? what may I call your name ? 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. Baccalare!- you are

marvellous forward.


Pet. Oh, pardon me, Signior Gremio, I would fain be doing. Gre. I doubt it not, Sir, but will curfe your wooing. Neighbour, this is a gift very grateful, I am fure of it. To exprefs the like kindnefs myself, that have been more kindly beholden to you than any, free leave give to this young fcholar, that hath been long ftudying at Reims, [Prefenting Luc.], as cunning in Greck, Latin, and other languages, as the other in mufic and mathematics; his name is Cambio; pray accept his fervice.

Bapt. A thoufand thanks, Signior Gremio: welcome, good Cambio. But, gentle Sir, methinks you walk like a franger, [7o Tranio.]; may I be fo bold to know the caufe of your coming?

Tra. Pardon me, Sir, the boldness is mine own,
That, being a stranger in this city here,
Do make myfelf a fuitor to your daughter,
Unto Bianca, fair and virtuous:
Nor is your firm refolve unknown to me,
In the preferment of the eldest fister.
This liberty is all that I request;
That, upon knowledge of my parentage,
I may have welcome 'mongit the rest that wob,
And free accefs and favour as the reft.
And, toward the education of your daughters,

I here bestow a fimple inftrument,
And this fmall packet of Greek and Latin books.
If you accept them, then their worth is great.
[They greet privately.
Bap. Lucentio is your name; of whence I pray?
Fra. Of Pifa, Sir, fon to Vincentio.


Bap. A mighty man of Pifa; by report I know him well; you are very welcome, Sir. Take you the lute, and you the fet of books, [To Hortenfio and Lucentio. You fhall go fee your pupils prefently, Holla, within!

Enter a Servant,

Sirrah, lead thefe gentlemen

To my two daughters; and then tell them both,
Thefe are their tutors, bid them ufe them well.
[Exit Serv. with Hortenfio and Lucentio.
We will go walk a little in the orchard,
And then to dinner. You are patling welcome;*
And fo I pray you all to think yourfelves.

Pet. Signior Baptifta, my bufinefs aiketh hafte,
And every day I cannot come to woo..
You knew my father well, and in him me,
Left folely 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 fhall I have with her to wife?

Bap. After my death the one half of my lands;
And in poffeffion twenty thousand crowns.

Pet. And, for that dowry, I'll affure her of
Her widowhood, be it that the 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 obtain'd, That is, her love; for that is all in all.

Pet. Why, that is nothing: for I tell you, father," I am as peremptory as fhe proud-minded. And where two raging fires meet together, They do confume the thing that feeds their fury : Though little fire grows great with little wind,



Yet extreme gufts will blow out fire and all:
So I to her, and fo the yields to me,

For I am rough, and woo not like a babe.
Bap. Well may't thou woo, and happy be thy fpeed!
But be thou arm'd for fome unhappy words.

Pet. Ay, to the proof, as mountains are for winds; That fhake not, though they blow perpetually. SCENE III. Enter Hortenfio with his head broke. Bap. How now, my friend? why dost thou look fo pale?

Her. For fear, I promife you, if I look pale. Bap. What will my daughter prove a good mufiHor. I think the Il-fooner prove a foldier; [cian? Iron may hold with her, but never lutes.

Bap. Why then, thou canst not break her to the lute?. Hor. Why, no; for fhe hath broke the lute to me. I did but tell her the mistook her frets, And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering, When, ith a moft impatient devilish fpirit, Frets call you them: quoth fhe; I'll fume with them: And with that word fhe truck me on the head, And through the inftrument my pate made way, And there I ftood amazed for a while,

As on a pillory, looking through the lute;
While the did call me rafcal fidler,

And twangling Jack, with twenty fuch vile terms,
As the had ftudied to misuse me 10.

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 fo difcomfited;
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 fhall I fend my daughter Kate to you?

Pet. I pray you, do. I will attend her here.

[Exit Eap. with Grem. Horten. and Tranio. And woo her with fome fpirit when fhe comes. Sav that the rail; why, then I'll tell her plain, She fings as fweetly as a nightingale: Say that the frowns; I'll fay, fhe looks as clear


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