Listen to me; and if you speak me fair, Gre. No, fayeft me fo, friend? what Countryman? Gre. Oh, Sir, such a life with such a wife were strange; But if you have a stomach, to't, o' God's name: Pet. Will I live? Gru. Will he woo her? ay, or I'll hang her. Think you, a little din can daunt my ears? 1 Loud larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets clangue? Tush, tush, fear boys with bugs. * That gives not half so great a blow to hear,] This aukward Phrase could never come from Shakespear. He wrote, without Question, ----fo great a blow to th' car. Gru. ld: Gru. For he fears none. Gre. Hortenfio, hark: This Gentleman is happily arriv'd, My mind prefumes, for his own good, and ours. And bear his charge of wooing whatsoe'er. Gre. And fo we will, provided that he win her. SCENE VII. To them Tranio bravely apparelli'd and Biondello. Tra. e GENTLEMEN, God fave you. If I may be bold, tell me, I beseech you, which is readiest way to the house of Signior Baptista Minola? Bion. He, that has the two fair Daughters? is't he e: you mean? gut Chr G Tra. Even he, Biondello. Gre. Hark you, Sir, you mean not her, to Hor. Sir, a word, ere you go: Are you a suitor to the maid you talk of, yea or no? 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 so is not she. Tra. For what reason, I beseech you? That she's the choice love of Signior Gremio. Hor. That she's the chofen of Signior Hortenfio. Do me this Right; hear me with patience. To To whom my Father is not all unknown; Gre. What, this Gentleman will out-talk us all! jade. Pet. Hortenfio, to what end are all these words? Hor. Sir, let me be so bold as to ask you, Did you yet ever see Baptista'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 modesty. Pet. Sir, Sir, the first's for me; let her go by. Pet. Sir, understand you this of me, insooth: Tra. If it be fo, Sir, that you are the man Hor. Sir, you fay well, and well you do conceive: Please ye, we may contrive this afternoon, And 0 1 And do as adversaries do in law, Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends. Petruchio, I shall be your ben venuto. [Exeunt. [The Presenters, above, speak here. I 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. G Baptifta's HOUSE in Padua. Enter Catharina and Bianca. BIANCA. OOD Sifter, wrong me not, nor wrong yourself. That I disdain; but for these other Gawds, Cath. Of all thy Suitors here, I charge thee, tell I never yet beheld that special face, ८ Bian. Is it for him you do so envy me? Cath. If That be jest, then all the rest was fo. Enter Baptifta. [Strikes her. Bap. Why, how now, dame, whence grows this infolence? Bianca, ftand afide; poor girl, she weeps; Cath. Her filence flouts me; and I'll be reveng'd. Bap. What, in my fight? Bianca, get thee in. [Exit Bianca. Cath. Will you not fuffer me? nay, now I fee, [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. COOD-morrow, neighbour Baptista. God save you, gentlemen. Pet. And you, good Sir; pray, have you not a daughter call'd Catharina, fair and virtuous? Bap. |