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honour, nor lordship: I never drank sack in my life; and if you give me any conserves, give me conserves of beef: Ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear; for I have no more doublets than backs, no more stockings than legs, nor no more shoes than feet; nay, sometimes, more feet than shoes, or such shoes as my toes look through the over-leather.

Lord. Heaven cease this idle humour in your
honour!

O, that a mighty man, of such descent,
Of such possession, and so high esteem,
Should be infused with so foul a spirit!

Sly, What, would you make me mad! Am not I Christopher Sly, old Sly's son of Burtonheath; by birth a pedlar, by education a cardmaker, by transmutation a bear-head, and now by present profession a thinker? Ask Marian Hacket, the fat ale-wife of Wincot, if she know me not: if she say I am not fourteen pence on the score for sheer ale, score me up for the lyingest knave in Christendom. What, I am not bestraught:* Here's

1 Serv. O, this it is, that makes your lady

mourn.

2 Serv. O, this it is, that makes your servants droop.

Lord. Hence comes it that your kindred shun your house,

Sly. Am I a lord? and have I such a lady?
Or do I dream? or have I dream'd till now?
I do not sleep : see, I hear, I speak;
smell sweet savours, and I feel soft things:-
Upon my life, I am a lord, indeed;
And not a tinker, nor Christopher Sly.-
Well, bring our lady hither to our sight;
And once again, a pot o' the smallest ale.
2 Serv. Will't please your mightiness to wash
your hands?

[SERVANTS present an ewer, basin, and napkin.
O, how we joy to see your wit restor❜d!
O, that once more you knew but what you are!
These fifteen years you have been in a dream;
Or, when you wak'd, so wak'd as if you slept.
Sly These fifteen years, by my fay,* a goodly

nap.

But did I never speak of all that time? 1 Serv. O, yes, my lord; but very idle words:For though you lay here in this goodly chamber, Yet would you say, ye were beaten out of door; And rail upon the hostess of the house; And say you would present her at the leet,t Because she brought stone jugs and no seal'd Sometimes you would call out for Cicely [Hacket. Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the house. 3 Serv. Why, Sir, you know no house, nor no such maid;

quarts:

As beaten hence by your strange lunacy. Nor no such men, as you have reckon'd up,-
O, noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth; [ment, As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece
Call home thy ancient thoughts from banish-And Peter Turf, and Henry Pimpernell;
And banish hence these abject lowly dreams:
Look how thy servants do attend on thee,
Each in his office ready at thy beck.
Wilt thou have music? hark! Apollo plays,
[Music.

And twenty caged nightingales do sing:
Or wilt thou sleep? we'll have thee to a couch
Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed
On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis. [ground:
Say, thou wilt walk; we will bestrew the
Or wilt thou ride? thy horses shall be trapp'd,
Their harness studded all with gold and pearl.
Dost thou love hawking? thou hast hawks will

soar

Above the morning lark: Or wilt thou hunt? Thy hounds shall make the wilkin answer them,

And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth.

1 Serv. Say thou wilt course; thy greyhounds
are as swift

As breathed stages, ay, fleeter than the roe.
2 Serv. Dost thou love pictures? we will
fetch thee straight

[breath,

Adonis, painted by a running brook :
And Cytherea all in sedges hid;
Which seem to move and wanton with her
Even as the waving sedges play with wind.

Lord. We'll show thee Io, as she was a maid;
And how she was beguiled and surpris'd,
As lively painted as the deed was done.
3 Serv. Or Daphne, roaming through a thorny
wood;
[bleeds:
Scratching her legs that one shall swear she
And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep,
So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn.
Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a
Thou hast a lady far more beautiful
Than any woman in this waning age.

1 Serv. And, till the tears that she hath shed

for thee,

And twenty more such names and men as these
Which never were, nor no man ever saw.
Sly. Now, Lord be thanked for my good

amends!

All. Amen.

Sly. I thank thee; thou shalt not loose by it
Enter the PAGE, as a lady, with attendants.
Page. How fares my noble lord?

Sly. Marry, I fare well; for here is cheer
Where is my wife?
enough.

Page. Here noble lord; What is thy will with her?

Sly. Are you my wife, and will not call me-husband?

My men should call me-lord; I am your good

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Madam, undress you and come now to bed.
Page Thrice noble lord, let me entreat of

you,
[lord: To pardon me yet for a night or two;
For your physicians have expressly charg'd,
Or, if not so, until the sun be set;
In peril to incur your former malady,
That I should yet absent me from your be:]:
I hope, this reason stands for my excuse.

Like envious floods, o'er-ran her lovely face,
She was the fairest creature in the world;
And yet she is inferior to none.

*Distracted.

*Faith,

4

+ Court-feet.

Sly. Ay, it stands so, that I may hardly tarry | so long. But I would be loath to fall into my dreams again; I will therefore tarry, in despite of the flesh and the blood.

Enter a SERVANT.

We could at once put us in readiness;
And take a lodging, fit to entertain
Such friends, as time in Padua shall beget.
But stay awhile: What company is this;
Tra. Master, some show, to welcome us to
town.

Serv. Your honour's players, hearing your Enter BAPTista, Katharina, Bianca, GRE

amendment,

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And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy, Therefore they thought it good you hear play, And frame your mind to mirth and merriment, Which bears a thousand harms, and lengthens life.

Sly. Marry, I will; let them play it is not a commonty,* a Chrismas gambol, or a tumbling trick?

Page. No, my good lord; it is more pleasing stuff.

Sly. What, household stuff?
Page. It is a kind of history.

Sly. Well, we'll see't: Come, madam wife, sit by my side, and let the world slip; we shall ne'er be younger. [They sit down.

ACT I.
SCENE I.-Padua.-A public Place.

Enter LUCENTIO and TRANIO.

Luc. Tranio, since-for the great desire I had
To see fair Padua, nursery of arts,-
I am arriv'd for fruitful Lombardy,
The pleasant garden of great Italy;
And by my father's love and leave, am arm'd
With his good will, and thy good company,
Most trusty servant, well approv'd in all;
Here let us breathe, and happily institute
A course of learning, and ingenioust studies.
Pisa, renowned for grave citizens,
Gave me my being, and my father first,
A merchant of great traffic through the world,
Vincentio, come of the Bentivolii.
Vincentio his son, brought up in Florence,
It shall become, to serve all hopes conceiv'd,
To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds:
And therefore, Tranio, for the time I study.
Virtue, and that part of philosophy
Will I apply, that treats of happiness
By virtue 'specially to be achiev'd.
Tell me thy mind: for I have Pisa left,
And am to Padua come; as he that leaves
A shallow plash,‡ to plunge him in the deep,
And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst.
Tra. Mi perdonate, gentle master mine,
I am in all affected as yourself;

Glad that you thus continue your resolve,
To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy,
Only, good master, while we do admire
This virtue, and this moral discipline,
Let's be no stoics, nor no stocks, I pray;
Or so devote to Arostotle's checks,||
As Ovid be an outcast quite abjur'd:
Talk logic with acquaintance that you have,
And practise rhetoric in your common talk:
Music and poesy use to quicken you:
The mathematics, and the metaphysics,
Fall to them, as you find your stomach serves

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MIO, and HORTENSIO. LUCENTIO and TRANIO stand aside.

Bap. Gentlemen, importune me no further For how I firmly am resolv'd you know; That is not to bestow my youngest daughter Before I have a husband for the elder: If either of you both love Katharina, Because I knew you well, and love you well, Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure.

Gre. To cart her rather : She's too rough for

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To make a stale* of me amongst these mates? Hor. Mates, maid! how mean you that? no mates for you,

Unless you were of gentler, milder mould.

Kath. I'faith, Sir, you shall never need to 1 wis, it is not half way to her heart: [fear; But, if 1 were, doubt not her care should be To comb yournoddle with a three-legg'd stool, And paint your face, and use you like a fool. Hor. From all such devils, good Lord, deliver us!

Gre. And me too, good Lord!

Tra. Hush, master! here is some good pas

time toward;

That wench is stark mad, or wonderful forward.
Luc. But in the other's silence I do see
Maids' mild behaviour and sobriety.
Peace, Tranio.

Tra. Well said, master: mum! and gaze your fill.

Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soon make good What I have said,-Bianca, get you in: And let it not displease thee, good Bianca; For I will love thee ne'er the less, my girl. Kath. A pretty peat ! 'tis best

Put finger in the eye,-and she knew why.

Bian. Sister,content you in my discontent. Sir. to your pleasure humbly I subscribe: My books, and instruments, shall be my company;

On them to look, and practise by myself.

Luc. Hark, Tranio! thou may'st hear Minerva speak. [Aside. Hor. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange? Sorry am I, that our good will effects Bianca's grief.

Gre. Why will, you mew her up, Signior Baptista, for this fiend of hell, And make her bear the penance of her tongue? Bap. Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolv'd:--Go in Bianca. [Exit BIANCA. And for I knew, she taketh most delight in music instruments and poetry, Schoolmasters will I keep within my house, Fit to instruct her youth.-If you, Hortensio, Or signior Gremio, you,-know any such, Prefer them hither, for to cunning¶ men I will be very kind, and liberal To mine own children in good bringing up; And so farewell. Katharina you may stay; For I have more to commune with Bianca. [Erit + Pet.

* A bait or decoy. Shut.

†Think.

I Recommend." Knowing, learner

Kath. Why, and I trust I may go too; May

I not ?

[belike, What, shall I be appointed hours; as though, I knew not what to take, and what to leave? Ha! [Exit. Gre. You may go to the devil's dam; your gifts are so good, here is none will hold you. Their love is not so great, Hortensio, but we may blow our nails together, and fast it fairly out; our cake's dough on both sides. Farewell-Yet, for the love I bear my sweet Bianca, if I can by any means light on a fit man, to teach her that wherein she delights, I will wish him to her father

Hor. So will I, signior Gremio: but a word, I pray Though the nature of our quarrel yet never brook'd parle, know now, upon advice,t it toucheth us both,-that we may yet a ain have access to our fa.r mistress, and be happy rivals in Bianca's love,-to labour and effect one thing 'specially.

Gre. What's that, I pray?

Hor. Marry, Sir, to get a husband for her
sister.

Gre. A husband! a devil.
Hor. I say, a husband.

Gre. I say, a devil: Think'st thou, Hortensio, though her father be very rich, any man is so very a fool to be married to hell?

Hor Tush, Gremio though it pass your patience, and mine, to indure her loud alarms, why, man, there be good fellows in the world, an a man could light on them, would take her with all faults, and money enough.

Gre. I cannot tell ; but I had as lief take her dowery with this condition,-to be whipped at the high-cross very morning.

Hor. 'Faith, as you say, there's small choice in rotton apples. But, come; since this bar in law makes us friends, it shall be so far forth friendly maintained,-till by helping Baptista's eldest daughter to a husband, we set his youngest free for a husband, and then have to't afresh.-Sweet Bianca!-Happy man be his dole! He that runs fastest gets the ring. How say you, signior Gremio ?

Gre. I am agreed: and 'would I had given him the best horse in Padua to begin his wooing, that would thoroughly woo her, wed her, and bed her, and rid the house of her. Come [Exeunt GREMIO and HORTENSIO, Fra. [Advancing. I pray, Sir, tell me,-Is it possible

on.

That love should of a sudden take such hold?
Luc. O Tranio, till I found it to be true,
I never thought it possible, or likely;
But see! while idly I stood looking on,
I found the effect of love in idleness:
And now in plainness do confess to thee,--
That art to me as secret, and as dear,
As Anna to the queen of Carthage was,--
Tranio, I burn, I pine, I pe ish, Tranio,
If I achieve not this young modest girl;
Counsel me, Tranio, for I know thou canst ;
Assist me, Trauio, for know thou wilt.

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Tra. Master, it is no time to chide you now Affection is not rated from the heart: [so,If love have touch'd you, nought remains b Redime te captum quam queas minimo

Luc. Gramercies, lad; go forward: t

contents;

The rest will comfort, for thy counsel's soun Tra. Master, you look'd so longly on th maid,

Perhaps you mark'd not what's the pith of all

Endowments. † Consideration. Gain or lot.
Misen out by duiding.
| Looringly.

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Began to scold; and raise up such a storm, That mortal ears might hardly endure the din; Luc Tranio, I saw her coral !ips to move, And with her breath she did perfume the air; Sacred, and sweet, was all I saw in her.

Tra. Nay, then, 'tis time to stir him from his trance.

I pray, awake, Sir: if you love the maid. Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her. Thus it stands :

Her elder sister is so curst and shrewd,
That, till the father rid his hands of her,
Master, your love must live a maid at home;
And therefore has he closely mew'd her up,
Because she shall not be annoy'd with suitors.

Luc. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel father's he! But art thou not advis'd, he took some care To get her cunning schoolmasters to instruct her?

Tra. Ay, marry, am I, Sir; and now 'tis plotted.

Luc. I have it, Tranio.

Tra. Master, for my hand,

Both our inventions meet and jump in one.

Luc. Tell me thine first.

Tra. You will be schoolmaster, And undertake the teaching of the maid: That's your device.

Luc. It is May it be done?

Tra. Not possible; For who shall bear your And be in Padua here Vicentio's son? [part, Keep house, and ply his book; welcome his friends;

Visit his countrymen, and banquet them?

Luc. Basta ;t content thee; for I have it full. We have not yet been seen in any house; Nor can we be distinguished by our faces, For man or master: then it follows thus ;Thou shalt be master, Tranio, in my stead, Keep house, and port, and servants, as I should;

I will some other be; some Florentine,
Some Neapolitan, or mean man of Pisa.
'Tis hatch'd, and shall be so:-Tranio, at once
Uncase thee; take my colour'd hat and cloak:
When Biondello comes, he waits on thee;
But I will charm him first to keep his tongue.

Tra. So had you need. [They exchange habits:
In brief then, Sir, sith it your pleasure is,
And I am tied to be obedient;

For so your father charg'd me at our parting: Be serviceable to my son, quoth he, Although, I think, 'twas in another sense,) am content to be Lucentio,

ecause so well I love Lucentio.

Luc Tranio, be so, because Lucentio loves: And let me be a slave, to achieve that maid Whose sudden sight hath thrall'd my wounded eye.

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And therefore frame your manners to the time.
Your fellow Tranio here, to save my life,
Puts my apparel and my countenance on,
And I for my escape have put on his;
For in a quarrel, since I came ashore,
I kill'd a man, and fear I was descried :*
Wait you on him, I charge you, as becomes,
While I make way from hence to save my life;
You understand me?

Bion. I. Sir, ne'er a whit.

Luc. And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth; Tranio is chang'd into Lucentio.

Bion. The better for him; Would I were so too!

Tra. So would I, faith, boy, to have the next wish after,[daughter. That Lucentio indeed had Baptista's youngest But, sirrah,-not for my sake, but your master's,-I advise

You use your manners discreetly in all kind of
companies:

When I am alone, why, then I am Tranio;
But in all places else, your master Lucentio.
Luc. Tranio, let's go :-

One thing more rests, that thyself execute;-
To make one among these wooers: If thou ask
me why,-

Sufficeth, my reasons are both good and
weighty.
[Exeunt.
1 Servt My lord, you nod; you do not mind
the play.

Sly. Yes, by Saint Anne, do I. A good mat-
ter surely; Comes there any more of it?
Page. My lord 'tis but begun.

Sly. 'Tis a very excellent piece of work, madam lady; 'Would 't were done!

Rise, Grumio, rise; we will compound this quarrel.

Gru. Nay, 'tis no matter, what he 'leges* in Latin. If this be not a lawful cause for me to leave his service,-Look you, Sir,-he bid me knock him, and rap him soundly, Sir: Well, was it fit for a servant to use his master so; being, perhaps, (for aught I see,) two and thirty, -a pip out?

Whom, 'would to God, I had well knock'd at first,

Then had not Grumio come by the worst.

Pet. A senseless villain-Good Hortensio, I bade the rascal knock upon your gate, And could not get him for my heart to do it. Gru. Knock at the gate?-O heavens! Spake you not these words plain,-Sirrah, knock me here, [soundly?

Rap me here, knock me well, and knock me And come you now with-knocking at the gate?

Pet. Sirrah, be gone, or talk not, I advise

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To seek their fortunes further than at home,
Where small experience grows. But, in a few,t
Signior Hortensio, thus it stands with me:
Antonio, my father, is deceas'd;

And I have thrust myself into this maze,

SCENE II.--The same.--Before HORTENSIO'S Haply to wive, and thrive, as best I may:

House.

Enter PETRUCHIO and GRUMIO.
Pet. Verona, for a while I take my leave,
To see my friends in Padua ; but, of all,
My best beloved and approved friend,
Hortensio; and, I trow, this is his house :-
Here, sirrah Grumio: knock, I say.

Gru. Knock, Sir! whom should I knock? is there any man has rebused your worship?

Pet. Villain, I say, knock me here soundly. Gru. Knock you here, Sir! why, Sir, what am I, Sir, that I should knock you here, Sir? Pet. Villain, I say, knock me at this gate, And rap me well, or I'll knock your knave's pate.

Gru. My master is grown quarrelsome: I
should knock you first,

And then I know after who comes by the worst.
Pet. Will it not be?

Faith, sirrah, an you'll not knock, I'll wring
I'll try how you can sol, fa, and sing it. [it:
[He wrings GRUMIO by the ears.
Gru. Help, masters, help! my master is
mad.

Pet. Now, knock when I bid you: sirrah! villain!

Enter HORTENSIO.
Hor. How now? what's the matter?-My
old friend Grumio! and my good friend Petru-
chio!-How do you all at Verona ?
Pet. Signior Hortensio, come you to part the
fray?

Con tutto il core bene trovato, may I say.
Hor. Alla nostra casa bene venuto,
Molto honorato signor mio Petruchio.
* Observed.

Crowns in my purse I have, and goods at home,
And so am come abroad to see the world.

Hor. Petruchio, shall I then come roundly

to thee,

And wish thee to a shrewd ill-favour'd wife?
Thoud'st thank me but a little for my counsel:
And yet I'll promise thee she shall be rich,
And very rich:-but thou'rt too much my friend,
And I'll not wish thee to her.

Pet. Signior Hortensio, 'twixt such friends

as we,

Few words suffice: and, therefore, if thou know
One rich enough to be Petruchio's wife,
(As wealth is burden of my wooing dance,)
Be she as foul as was Florentius' love,
As old as Sybil, and as curst and shrewd
As Socrates' Xantippe, or a worse,
She moves me not, or not removes, at least,
Affection's edge in me; where she as rough
As are the swelling Adriatic seas:
I come to wive it wealthily in Padua ;
If wealthily, then happily in Padua.

Gru. Nay, look you, Sir, he tells you fatly what his mind is: Why, give him gold enough and marry him to a puppet, or an aglet-baby; or an old trot with ne'er a tooth in her head, though she have as many diseases as two and fifty horses: why nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal.

Hor. Petruchio, since we have stepp'd thus far in,

I will continue that I broach'd in jest.

[ous;

I can, Petruchio, help thee to a wife
With wealth enough, and young, and beaute-
* Alleges,

+ Few words.

Set the story. No. 39, of "A Thousand Notabis Things,"

A small image on the tag of a façë.

Brought up, as best becomes a gentlewoman: | And let me have them very well perfum'd;
Her only fault (and that is faults enough,) For she is sweeter that perfume itself,
Is, that she is intolerably curst, [sure, To whom they go. What will you read to her?
And shrew'd, and froward; so beyond all mea- Luc. Whate'er I read to her, I'll plead for
That, were my state far worser than it is,
you,
I would not wed her for a mine of gold.
Pet. Hortensio, peace; thou know'st not
gold's effect:-

Tell me her father's name, and 'tis enough;
For I will board her, though she chide as loud
As thunder, when the clouds in autumn crack.
Hor. Her father is Baptista Minola,
An affable and courteous gentleman:
Her name is Katharina Minola,
Renow'd in Padua for her scolding tongue.
Pet. I know her father, though I know not
her;

And he knew my deceased father well:-
I will not sleep, Hortensio, till I see her;
And therefore let me be thus bold with you,
To give you over at this first encounter,
Unless you will accompany me thither.

Gru. I pray you, Sir, let him go while the humour lasts. O' my word, an she knew him as well as I do, she would think scolding would do little good upon him: She may, perhaps, call him half a score knaves, or so: why, that's nothing; an he begin once, he'll rail in his rope tricks.* I'll tell you what, Sir,-an she standt him but a little, he will throw a figure in her face, and so disfigure her with it, that she shall have no more eyes to see withal than a cat: You know him not, Sir.

Hor. Tarry, Petruchio, I must go with thee:
For in Baptista's keep my treasure is:
He hath the jewel of my life in hold,

His youngest daughter, beautiful Bianca ;
And her withholds from me, and other more
Suitors to her, and rivals in my love:
Supposing it a thing impossible,
(For those defects I have before rehears'd,)
That ever Katharina will be woo'd.
Therefore this order hath Baptista ta'en;-
That none shall have access unto Bianca,
Till Katharine the curst have got a husband.
Gru. Katharine the curst!

A title for a maid, of all titles the worst.

Hor. Now shall my friend Petruchio do me
grace;

And offer me, disguis'd in sober robes,
To old Baptista as a schoolmaster
Well seen in music, to instruct Bianca;
That so I may by this device, at least,
Have leave and leisure to make love to her,
And, unsuspected, court her by herself.
Enter GREMIO; with him LUCENTIO disguised,
with books under his arm.

Gru. Here's no knavery! See; to beguile the old folks, how the young folks lay ther heads together! Master, master, look abou. you: Who goes there? ha!

Hor. Peace, Grumio; 'tis the rival of my Petruchio, stand by a while. [love:Gru. A proper stripling, and an amorous! [They retire. Gre. O, very well; I have perus'd the note. Hark you, Sir; I'll have them very fairly

bound:

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As for my patron, (stand you so assur'd,)
As firmly as yourself were still in place:
Yea, and (perhaps) with more successful words
Than you, unless you were a scholar, Sir,
Gre. O this learning! what a thing it is!
Gru. O this woodcock! what an ass it is!
Pet. Peace, Sirrah.

Hor. Grumio, mum!--God save you, signior
Gremio!

Gre. And you're well met, signior Horten-
sio. Trow you.

Whither I am going?-To Baptista Minola.
I promis'd to enquire carefully

About a schoolmaster for fair Bianca;
And, by good fortune, I have lighted well
On this young man; for learning, and be-
haviour,

Fit for her turn; well read in poetry,
And other books,-good ones I warrant you.
Luc. Tis well: and I have met a gentleman,
Hath promis'd me to help me to another,
A fine musician to instruct our mistress!
So shall I no whit be behind in duty
To fair Bianca, so belov'd of me.

Gre. Belov'd of me,-and that my deeds
shall prove.

Gru. And that his bags shall prove, [Aside.
Hor. Gremio, 'tis now no time to vent our
Listen to me, and if you speak me fair, [love:
I'll tell you news indifferent good for either.
Here is a gentleman, whom by chance I met,
Upon agreement from us to his liking,
Will undertake to woo curst Katharine :
Yea, and to marry her, if her dowry please.
Gre. So said, so done, is well :-
Hortensio, have you told him all her faults!
Pet. I know, she is an irksome brawling
scold;

If that be all, masters, hear no harm.

Gre. No, say'st me so, friend? What countryman ?

Pet. Born in Verona, old Antonio's son: My father dead, my fortune lives for me; And I do hope good days, and long, to see,

Gre. O, Sir, such a life, with such a wife?

were strange:

But, if you have a stomach, to't o'God's name;
You shall have me assisting you in all.
But will you woo this wild cat?

Pet. Will I live?

Gru. Will he woo her? ay, or I'll hang her.

[Aside.

Pet. Why came I hither, but to that intent?
Think you, a little din can daunt mine ears!
Have I not in my time heard lions roar?
Have I not heard the sea, puff'd with winds,
Rage like an angry boar, chafed with sweat?
And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies?
Have I not heard great ordnance in the field,
Have I not in a pitched battle heard
Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets'
And do you tell me of woman's tongue;
clang?
That gives not half so great a blow to the ear,
As will a chesnut in a farmer's fire?
Tush! tush! fear boys with bugs.*

[Aside.

Gru. For he fears non e.

Gre Hortensio, hark!

[pers too,

My mind presumes, for his own good, and
This gentleman is happily arriv'd,

[yours.

Fright boys with bug-bearr.

+ Withstand.
Versed.

Custody.
Rate.

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