Whom thou lov'ft beft: fee thou diffemble not.
Bian. Believe ine sister, of all men alive
I never yet beheld that fpecial face
Which I could fancy more than any other.
Kath, Minion, thou lieft; is't not Hortenfio?
Bian. If you affect him, fifter, here I swear
I'll plead for you my felf, but you fhall have him.
Kath. 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.

Kath. If that be jest, then all the rest was fo. [Strikes her.

Enter Baptifta.

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 fpirit,
Why doft thou wrong her, that did ne'er wrong thee?
When did the cross thee with a bitter word?

Kath. Her filence flouts me, and I'll be reveng'd.

Flies after Bianca, Bap. What, in my fight? Bianca, get thee in.

[Ex. Bian. Kath. Will you not fuffer me? nay, now I fee She is your treasure, fhe muft have a husband, 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 Kath.

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. Good 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 Katharina, fair and virtuous?

Bap. I have a daughter, Sir, call'd Katharina.
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 my felf 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,

[Presenting Hor.

I do prefent you with a man of mine,
Cunning in musick, and the mathematicks,
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. Y'are welcome, Sir, and he for your good
fake.

But for my daughter Katharina, 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 elfe you like not of my company.

Bap. Mistake me not, I fpeak 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

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. Baccare, 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 neighbours. This is a gift very grateful, I am fure of it. To exprefs the like kindness my felf, that have been more kindly beholden to you than any, free leave give to this young fcholar, that hath been long studying at Reims, [ Prefenting Luc.] as cunning in Greek, Latin, and other languages, as the other in mufick and mathematicks; his name is Cambio; pray accept his fervice.

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 caufe of your coming?

Tra. Pardon me, Sir, the boldness is mine own,, That being a stranger in this city here,

Do make my felf a fuitor to your daughter,

Unto Bianca, fair and virtuous:

Nor is your firm refolve unknown to me,
In the preferment of the eldest 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 rest.
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.
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 fet of books,

-B. 5

You

You fhall go fee your pupils prefently.

Holla, within.

Enter a fervant.

Sirrah, lead these gentlemen

To my two daughters, and then tell them both
Thefe are their tutors, bid them ufe them well.
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 your felves.

Pet. Signior Baptifta, my business asketh 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. Tho' little fire grows great with little wind, Yet extream 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.

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

SCENE

SCENE III.

Enter Hortenfio with his head broke.

Bap. How now my friend, why dost thou look fo pale?

Hor. For fear I promise you, if I look pale. Bap. What, will my daughter prove a good mufician?

Hor. I think he'll fooner prove a foldier; 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 fhe miftook her frets,
And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering,
When, with a moft impatient devilifh fpirit,

Frets call you them? quoth fhe: I'll fume with them :
And with that word fhe ftruck 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 fhe did call me rafcal, fidler,

And twangling jack, with twenty fuch vile terms,
As fhe had ftudied to mifufe me fo.

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 Petruchie, 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 Bap. And woo her with fome fpirit when he comes, Say that he rail, why then I'll tell her plain She fings as fweetly as a nightingale : Say that the frown, I'll fay the looks as clear As morning rofes newly wash'd with dew;

Say