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 ftand him but a little, he will throw a figure in her face, and fo disfigure her with it, that she shall have no more eyes to fee withal than a cat: you know him not, Sir. Hor. Tarry, Petruchio, I muft go with thee, And her with-holds he from me, and others more (For those defects I have before rehears'd,) Therefore this order hath Baptifta ta'en, A title for a maid of all titles the worst! my Hor. Now fhall Friend Petruchio do me grace, And offer me difguis'd in fober robes To old Baptifta as a school-master, Have leave and leisure to make love to her; Enter Gremio, and Lucentio difguis'd. Gru. H TERE's no knavery! fee, to beguile the old H folks, how the young folks lay their heads together. Mafter, look about you: who goes there? ha. Hor. Hor. Peace. Grumio, 'tis the Rival of my love. Gru. A proper Stripling, and an amorous.- I'll mend it with a largefs. Take your papers too, To whom they go: what will you read to her? Hor. Grumio, mum! God fave you, Signior Gremio. Gre. And you are well met, Signior Hortenfio. Trow you, whither I am going? to Baptifta Minola; I promis'd to enquire carefully about a school-master for the 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 Poetry, and other books, good ones, I warrant ye. Hor. 'Tis well; and I have met a gentleman, So fhall I no whit be behind in duty To fair Bianca, so belov'd of me. Gre. Belov'd of me, prove. -and that my deed fhall Gru. And that his bags fhall prove. Hor. Gremio, 'tis now no time to vent our love. F 6 Liften Liften to me; and if you speak me fair, Hortenfio, have you told him all her faults? Gre. No, fayeft me fo, friend? what Countryman? My Father's dead, my fortune lives for me, Gre. Oh, Sir, fuch a life with fuch a wife were ftrange; But if you have a ftomach, to't, o' God's name: . But will you woo this wild cat? Pet. Will I live? Gru. Will he woo her? ay, or I'll hang her. And do Loud larums, neighing fieeds, and trumpets clangue? tell me of a woman's tongue, you * That gives not half fo great a blow to th' ear, As will a chefnut in a farmer's fire? Tush, tufh, fear boys with bugs. That gives not half fo great a blow to hear,] This aukward Phrafe could never come from Shakespear. He wrote, without Question, -- ---so great a blow to th' car. Gru. Gru. For he fears none. Gre. Hortenfio, hark: This Gentleman is happily arriv'd, My mind prefumes, for his own good, and ours. Gre. And fo we will, provided that he win her. SCENE VII. To them Tranio bravely apparell'd and Biondello. ENTLEMEN, God fave you. If I If I may be Tra. Gbold, tell me, I befeech you, which is the readieft way to the house of Signior Baptifta Minola? Bion. He, that has the two fair Daughters? is't he you mean? Tra. Even he, Biondello. Gre. Hark you, Sir, you mean not her, to Tra. Perhaps, him and her; what have you to do? 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? Gre. No; if without more words you will get you hence. Tra. Why, Sir, I pray, are not the streets as free For me, as for you? Gre. But fo is not she. Tra. For what reason, I beseech you? Gre. For this reafon, if you'll know : That she's the choice love of Signior Gremio. Το To whom my Father is not all unknown; 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? Tra. No, Sir; but hear I do that he hath two: 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, understand you this of me, infooth: The youngest Daughter, whom you hearken for, Her father keeps from all accefs of fuitors, And will not promise her to any man, Until the eldeft Sifter firft 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; whose hap shall be to have her, Will not fo graceless be, to be ingrate. Hor. Sir, you fay well, and well you do conceive: And fince you do profefs to be a fuitor, You muft, 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 Mistress' health; And |