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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!.
ACT II. S CENE I.
Baptifta's houfe in Padua.
Enter Catharina and Bianca.
To make a bondmaid and a flave of me;
Gath. Of all thy fuitors here, I charge thee tell
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?
Cath. If that be jeft, then all the reft was fo.
OOD fifter, wrong me not, nor wrong yourfelf,
Bap. Why, how now, dame, whence grows this infoBianca, ftand afide; poor girl, she weeps;
Go ply thy needle, meddle not with her.
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.
Pet. You wrong me, Signior Gremio, give me leave,
Her wonderous qualities, and mild behaviour,
I do prefent you with a man of mine,
Whereof I know fhe is not ignorant.
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
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,
I here bestow a fimple inftrument,
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,
Pet. Signior Baptifta, my bufinefs aiketh hafte,
Bap. After my death the one half of my lands;
Pet. And, for that dowry, I'll affure her of
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:
For I am rough, and woo not like a babe.
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;
And twangling Jack, with twenty fuch vile terms,
Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lufty wench;
Bap. Well, go with me, and be not fo difcomfited;
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