And do as adverfaries do in law,

Strive 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 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 begun.

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

ACT II.

SCENE I.

Baptifta's HOUSE in Padua.

Enter Catharina and Bianca.

BIANCA.

OOD Sifter, wrong me not, nor wrong yourself.

That I difdain; but for these other Gawds,
Unbind my hands, I'll pull them off myself;
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.

Cath. Of all thy Suitors here, I charge thee, tell Whom thou lov't beft: fee, thou diffemble not. Bian. Believe me, Sifter, of all men alive

I never yet beheld that special face,
Which I could fancy more than any other.
Cath. Minion, thou lieft: 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.

Enter Baptifta.

[Strikes her.

Bap. Why, how now, dame, whence grows this infolence?

Bianca, ftand afide; poor girl, fhe weeps;
Go ply thy needle, meddle not with her
For fhame, thou hilding of a devilish spirit,
Why doft thou wrong her, that did ne'er wrong thee?
When did fhe cross thee with a bitter word?

Cath. Her filence flouts me; and I'll be reveng'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 treasure; she must have a husband; I must dance bare-foot on her wedding-day, And, for your love to her, lead apes in hell: Talk not to me, I will fit and weep,

go

'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 musician; Tranio and Biondello bearing a lute and books.

Gre.

OOD-morrow, neighbour Baptifta.

Bap. Good-morrow, neighbour Gremio: God fave you, gentlemen.

Pet. And you, good Sir; pray, have you not a daughter call'd Catharina, fair and virtuous?

Вар.

Bap. I have a daughter, Sir, call'd 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 bafhful modefty,
Her wondrous qualities, and mild behaviour,
Am bold to fhew myself a forward guest
Within your house, 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,
Gunning in mufic, and the mathematics,
To inftruct her fully in thofe fciences,
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;
Or else 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 lon,

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, speak too. Baccalare! you are marvellous forward.

Pet. Oh, pardon me, Signior Gremio, I would fain be doing.

Gre. I doubt it not, Sir, but you will curfe your wooing. Neighbour, this is a gift very grateful, I am fure of it. To exprefs the like kindness myself,

that

that have been more kindly beholden to you than any, free leave give to this young scholar, that hath been long ftudying at Reims, [Presenting Luc.] as cunning in Greek, Latin, and other languages, as the other in mufic and mathematics; his name is Cambio; pray, accept his service.

Bap. A thousand thanks, Signior Gremio: welcome, good, Cambio. But, gentle Sir, methinks, you walk like a ftranger; [To Tranio.] may I be fo bold to know the cause of your coming?

Tra. Pardon me, Sir, the boldness is mine own, That, being a stranger in this City here, Do make myself a fuitor to your daughter,

Unto Bianca, fair and virtuous:

Nor is your firm refolve unknown to me,
In the preferment of the eldeft fifter.
This liberty is all that I requeft;

That, upon knowledge of my parentage,

I

may

have welcome 'mongft the reft that woo, And free accefs and favour as the reft.

And, toward the education of your daughters,
I here beftow 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? Tra. 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 Set of books.

[To Hortenfio and Lucentio. You fhall go see your pupils presently.

Holla, within!

Enter a Servant.

Sirrah, lead these gentlemen

To my two daughters; and then tell them Both,
Thefe are their tutors, bid them use them well.

[Exit Ser. with Hortenfio and Lucentio.

We

We will go walk a little in the orchard,
And then to dinner. You are paffing welcome,
And fo, I pray you all, to think yourselves.

Pet. Signior Baptifta, my bufinefs afketh 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 shall 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 fhe furvive me,
In all my lands and leafes whatsoever;
Let specialities be therefore drawn between us,
That covenants may be kept on either hand.
Bap. Ay, when the special 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 the proud-minded. And where two raging fires meet together, They do confume the thing that feeds their fury: Tho' little fire grows great with little wind, Yet extreme gufts will blow out fire and all: So I to her, and fo fhe yields to me, For I am rough, and woo not like a babe.

[speed! Bap. Well may'ft thou woo, and happy be thy

But be thou arm'd for fome unhappy words.

Pet. Ay, to the proof, as mountains are for winds: That shake not, tho' they blow perpetually.

Enter Hortenfio with his head broke.

Bap. H to pale?

O W now, my friend, why doft thou look

Hor. For fear, I promise you, if I look pale.

Вар.