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Ask Marian Hacket, the fat ale-wife of Wincot, if she Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the house.
know me not: if she say,I am not fourteen pence on the Serv. Why, sir,you know no house, nor no such maid;
score for sheer ale, score me up for the lyingest knave Nor no such men, as you have reckon’d up,-
in Christendom. What, I am not bestraught : Here's, As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece,
| Serv. 0, this it is, that makes your lady mourn. And Peter Turf, and Henry Pimpernell,
2 Serv. O, this it is, that makes your servants droop. And twenty more such names and men as these,
Lord. Hence comes it, that your kindred shun your Which never were, nor no man ever saw.

Sly. Now, Lord be thanked for my good amends!
As beaten hence by your strange lunacy.

All. Amen.
0, noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth;

Sly. I thank thee; thou shalt not lose by it.
Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment, Enter the Page, as a lady, with Attendants.
And banish hence these abject lowly dreams :

Page. How fares my noble lord ?
Look how thy servants do attend on thee,

Sly. Marry, I fare well; for here is cheer enough.
Each in his office ready at thy beck!

Where is my wife?
Wilt thou have music? hark! Apollo plays, [Music. Page. Here, noblelord; what is thy will with her?
And twenty caged nightingales do sing.

Sly.Are you my wife, and will not call me-husband ?
Or wilt thou sleep? we'll have thee to a couch, My men should call me-lord; I am your goodman.
Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed

Page. My husband and my lord, my lord and husband;
On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis.

I am your wife in all obedience.
Say, thou wilt walk; we will bestrew the ground. Sly. I know it well. – What must I call her?
Or wilt thou ride? thy horses shall be trapp'd,

Lord. Madam.
Their harness studded all with gold and pearl. Sly. Al'ce madam, or Joan madam?
Dost thou love hawking? thou hast hawks, will soar Lord. Madam, and nothing else; so lords call ladies.
Above the morning lark. Or wilt thou hunt?

Sly. Madam wife, they say that I have dream'd aud
Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them,

And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth. Above some fifteen year and more.
1 Serv. Say, thou wilt course; thy greyhounds are Page. Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me,
as swift,

Being all this time abandon’d from your bed.
As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe.

Sly.'Tis much ;-servants, leave me and her alone! -
2 Serv. Dost thou love pictures? we will fetch thee Madam, undress you, and come now to bed!

Page. Thrice noblelord, let me entreat of you,
Adonis, painted by a running brook :

To pardon me yet for a night or two;
And Cytherea all in sedges hid;

Or, if not so, until the sun be set!
Which seem to move and wanton with her breath, For your physicians have expressly charg'd,
Even as the waving sedges play with wind.

In peril to incur your former malady,
Lord. We'll show thee lo, as she was a maid; That I should yet absent me from your bed.
And how she was beguiled and surpris'd,

I hope, this reason stands for my excuse.
As lively painted as the deed was done.

Sly. Ay, it stands so, that I may hardly tarry so long.
3 Serv. Or Daphne,roaming through a thorny wood; But I would be loath to fall into my dreams again;I will
Scratching her legs,that one shall swear,she bleeds ; therefore tarry, in despite of the flesh and the blood.
And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep,

Enter a Servant.
So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn ! Serv. Your honour's players, hearing your amend-
Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord :

Thou hast a lady far more beautiful

Are come to play a pleasant comedy,
any woman in this waning age.

For so your doctors hold it very meet,
1 Serv. And, till the tears,that she hath shed for thee, Seeing too much sadness hath congeald your blood,
Like envious floods, e'er-ran her lovely face, And melancholy is the nurse offrenzy.
She was the fairest creature in the world;

Therefore, they thought it good you hear a play,
And yet she is interior to none.

And frame your mind to mirth and merriment,
Sly. Am la lord? and have I such a lady?

Which bars a thousaud harms, and lengthens life.
Or do I dream? or have I dream'd till now?

Sly. Marry, I will; let them play it. Is not a commonI do not sleep: I see, I hear, I speak;

ty a Christmas gambol, or a tumbling trick? I smell sweet savours, and I feel soft things :

Page. No, my good lord ; it is more pleasing stuff.
Upon my life, I am alord, indeed,

Sly. What, household stuff?
And nota tinker, nor Christophero Sly:-

Page. It is a kind of history.
Well, bring our lady hither to our sight;

Sly. Well, we'll see't. Come, madam wife, sit by my
And once again, a pot o' the smallest ale.

side, and let the world slip; we shall ne'er be younger. 2 Serv. Will’t please your mightiness to wash your

[They sit down. hands?

[Servants present an ewer, basin and napkin. 0, how we joy to see your wit restor'd!

А ст I.
0, that once more you knew but what you are!

SCENEI.-- Padua. A public place.
These fifteen years you have been in a dream ;

Enter Lucentio and Tranio.
Or, when you wak’d, so wak'd as if you slept.

Luc. Tranio, since—for the great desire I had
Sly. These fifteen years ! by my fay, a goodly nap. To see fair Padua, nursery of arts,
But did I never speak of all that time?

I am arriv'd for fruitful Lombardy,
1 Serv. O, yes, my lord; but very idle words. – The pleasant garden of great Italy,
For though you lay here in this goodly chamber, And, by my father's love and leave, am arm'd
Yet would you say, ye were beaten ont of door, With his good will, and thy good company,
And rail upon the hostess of the house,
And say, you would present her at the leet,

Most trusty servant, well approv'd in all :

Here let us breathe, and happily institute
Because she brought stone jugs and no seal'd quarts: A course of learning, and ingenious studies !
Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket. Pisa, renowned for grave citizens,

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Bian. Sister, content you in my discontent!A merchant of great trafficthrough the world, Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe,

As on Vincentio, come of the Bentivolii, My books, aud instruments, shall be my company;

Tranio Vincentio his son, brought up in Florence, On them to look, and practise by myself.

If I ach It shall become, to serve all hopes conceiv’d,

Luc. Hark, Tranio! thou may’st hear Minerva speak. Course Todeck his fortune with his virtuous deeds:


Laista And therefore, Tranio, for the time I study, Hor. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange ?

Tra. Virtue, and that part of philosophy Sorry am I, that our good will effects

vectic Will I apply, that treats of happiness, Bianca's grief.

Elevel By virtue 'specially to be achieve'd.

Gre. Why, will you mew her up,
Tell me thy mind! for I have Pisa left,
Signior Baptista, for this fiend of hell,

Luc. And am to Padua come, as he, that leaves

And make her bear the penance of her tongue?
A shallow plash, to plunge him in the deep,
Bap. Gentlemen, content ye! I am resolv'd :-

Tra. And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst.

Goin, Bianca!

[Exit Bianca Tra. Mi perdonate, gentle mastermine,

And for I know, she taketh most delight I am in all affected, as yourself;

In music, instruments, and poetry, Glad, that you thus continue your resolve,

Schoolmasters willl keep within my house, To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy.

Fit to instruct her youth. ---If you, Hortensio, Only, good master, while we do admire

Or, signior Gremio, you-know any such, This virtue, and this moral discipline,

Prefer them hither; for to cunning men Let's be no stoics, nor no stocks, I pray,

I will be very kind, and liberal Orso devote to Aristotle's checks,

To mine own children in good bringing up; As Ovid be an outcast quite abjur’d;

And so farewell! Catharina, you may stay; Talk logic with acquaintance that you have,

For I have moreto commune with Bianca.. [Exit. And practise rhetoric in your common talk;

Cath. Why, and I trust, I may go too; may I not?
Music and poesy use to quicken you ;

What, shall I be appointed hours; as though, belike,
The mathematics, and the mataphysics,
I knew not what to take, and what to leave? Ha![Exit.

Fall to them, as you find your stomach serves you. Gre. You may go to the devil's dam ; your gifts are
No proft grows, where is no pleasure ta'en;-

so good, here is none will hold you. Their love is not In brief, sir, study what you most affect !

so great,Hortensio, but we may blow our nails together, Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou advise. and fast it fairly out; our cake's dough on both sides. If, Biondello, thou wert come ashore,

Farewell !-Yet, for the love I bear my sweet Bianca, We could at once put us in readiness, if I can by any means light on a fit man, to teach her

Lu And take a lodging, fit to entertain

that wherein she delights, I will wish him to her father. But Such friends, as time in Padua shall beget,

Hor. So will I, signior Gremio. But a word, I pray, To But stay awhile : what company is this? Though the nature of our quarrel yet never brook'd

T Tra. Master, some show, to welcome us to town. parle, know now, upon advice, it toucheth us both, —

LE Enter BAPTISTA, CATHARINA, Blanca, Gremio and Hor- that we may yet again have access to our fair mistress

; T. TENSIO. Lucentlo and Tranio stand aside. and be happy rivals in Bianca's love, – to labour and

Bot Bap. Gentlemen, importune me no further! effect one thing 'specially.

LE For how I firmly am resolv'd you know; Gre. What's that, I pray?

TF That is,-not to bestow my youngest daughter, Hor. Marry, sir, to get a husband for her sister. Before I have a husband for the elder. Gre. A husband! a devil,

TIE If either of you both love Catharina,

Hor. I say, a husband, Because I know you well, and love you well,

Gre. I say, a devil. Think'st thon, Hortensio, though Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure. her father be very rich, any man is so very a fool to be Gre. To cart her rather: She's too rough for me;

married to hell? There, there, Hortensio, will you any wife? Hor. Tush, Gremio, thonghit pass your patience, and Cath. I pray you, sir, (To Bap.] is it your will mine, to endure her loud alarums, why, man, there To make a stále of me amongst these mates ? be good fellows in the world, an a man could light on Hor. Mates, maid ! how mean you that? no mates for them,would take her with all faults,and money enough. you,

Gre. I cannot tell; but I had as lief take her dowry Unless you were of gentler, milder mould.

with this condition, — to be whipped at the high cross Cath. I'faith, sir, you shall never need to fear;

every morning. I wis, it is not half way to her heart :

Hor. 'Faith, as you say, there's small choice in rotBut, if it were, doubt not, her care should be, ten apples. But, come; since this bar in law makes us To comb your noddle with a three-legg'd stool, friends, it shall be so far forth friendly maintained, And paint your face, and use you like a fool. till by helping Baptista's eldest daughter to a husband, Hor. From all such devils, good Lord, deliver as ! we set his youngest free for a husband, and then have Gre. And me too, good Lord!

to't afresh.-Sweet Bianca!—Happy man be his dole! Tra. Hush, master! here is some good pastime He that runs fastest, gets the ring. How say you, sitoward ;

gnior Gremio ? That wench is stark mad, or wonderful froward. Gre. I am agreed : and 'would I had given him the best Luc. But in the other's silence I do see

horse in Padua to begin his wooing, that would thoMaid's mild behaviour and sobriety.

roughly woo her, wed her, and bed her, and rid the Peace, Tranio!

house of her.Come on![ExeuntGremio und Hortensio. Tra. Well said, master; mum! and gaze your fill. Tra. (Advancing.]I pray, sir, tell me, Is it possible, Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soon make good That love should of a sudden take such hold? What I have said, — Bianca, get you in :

Lord. O Tranio, till I found it to be true, And let it not displease thee, good Bianca;

I never thought it possible, or likely. For I will love thee ne'er the less, my girl.

But see! while idly I stood looking on, Cath. A pretty peat ! 'tis best

I found the effect of love in idleness : Put finger in the eye, - an she knew why.

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Bion, Where have I been? Nay, how now, where As Anna to the queen of Carthage was,

are you? Tranio, I burn, I pine, I perish, Tranio,

Master, has my fellow Tranio stol'n your clothes ? If I achieve not this young modest girl.

Or you stol’n his ? or both? pray, what's the news?
Counsel me, Tranio, for (know thou canst;

Luc. Sirrah, come hither! 'tis no time to jest,
Assist me, Tranio, for I know thou wilt.

And therefore frame your manners to the time!
Tra. Master, it is not time to chide you now;

Your fellow Tranio, here, to save my life,
Affection is not rated from the heart.

Puts my apparel and my countenance on,
If love have touch'd you, nought remains but so, - And I for my escape have put on his;
Redime te captum quam queus minimo!

For in a quarrel, since I came ashore,
Luc. Gramercies, lad; go forward : this contents : I kill'd a man, and fear I was descried.
The rest will comfort, for thy counsel's sound. Wait you on him, I charge you, as becomes,

Tra. Master, you look'd so longly on the maid, While I make way from hence to save my life!
Perhaps you mark'd not, what's the pith of all. You understand me?
Luc. O yes, I saw sweet beauty in her face,

Bion. I, sir? ne'er a whit.
Such as the daughter of Agenor had,

Luc. And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth;
That made great Jove to humble him to her hand, Tranio is chang'd into Lucentio.
When with his knees he kiss'd the Cretan strand. Bion. The better for him ; 'would I were so too!
Tra.Saw you no more? mark'd you not, how her sister Tra. So would I, 'faith, boy, to have the next wish
Began to scold, and raise up such a storm,

That mortal ears might hardly endure the din? That Lucentio indeed had Baptista's youngest daugh-

Luc. Tranio, I saw her coral lips to move,
And with her breath she did perfume the air;

But, sirrah, - not for my sake, but your master's, –
Sacred, and sweet, was all I saw in her.

I advise
Tra. Nay, then, 'tis time to stir him from his trance. You use your manners discreetly in all kind of compa-
I pray, awake, sir ! If you love the maid,

Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her. Thus it stands : When I am alone, why, then ) am Tranio;
Her elder sister is so curst and shrewd,

But in all places else, your master Lucentio.
That, till the father rid his hands of her,

Luc. Tranio, let's go!-
Master, your love must live a maid at home;

One thing more rests, that thyself execute;
And therefore has he closely mew'd her up,

To make one among these wooers. If thou ask me why,Because she shall not be annoy'd with suitors. Sufficeth, my reasons are both good and weighty. Luc. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel father's he!

[Exeunt. But art thou not advis’d, he took some care

1 Serv: My lord, you nod; you do not mind the play.
To get her cunning schoolmasters to instruct her? Sly. Yes, by saint Anne, do I. A good matter, surely ;
Tra. Ay, marry, am I, sir; and now 'tis plotted. Comes there uny more of it?
Luc. I have it, Tranio.

Page. My lord, 'tis but begun.
Tra. Master, for my hand,

Sly. 'Tis a very excellent piece of work, madam laBoth our inventions meet and jump in one.

dy; 'would't were done!
Luc. Tell me thine first!
Tra. You will be schoolmaster,

SCENE II.— The same. Before Hortensio's house. And undertake the teaching of the maid:

Enter Petruchio and GRUMIO.
your device.

Pet. Verona, for a while I take my leave,
Luc. It is. Mayit be done?

To see my friends in Padua, but, of all,
Tru. Not possible. For who shall bear your part, My best beloved and approved friend,
And be in Padua here Vincentio's son?

Hortensio ; and, I trow, this is his house :-
Keep house, and ply his book, welcome his friends, Here, sirrah Grumio ; knock, I say.
Visit his countryme", and banquet them?

Gru. Knock, sir! whom should I knock? is there any
Luc. Basta ; content thee! for I have it full. man has rebused your worship?
We have not yet been seen in any house ;

Pet. Villain, I say, knock me here soundly! Nor can we be distinguish'd by our faces,

Gru. Knock you here, sir ? why,sir, what am I,sir, that For man, or master: then it follows thus:

[should knock you here, sir ? Thou shalt be master, Tranio, in my stead,

Pet. Villain, I say, knock me at this gate,
Keep house, and port, and servants, as I should. And rap me well, or I'll knock your knave's pate.
I will some other be, some Florentine,

Gru.My master is grown quarrelsome: I should knock
Some Neapolitan, or mean man of Pisa.–
'Tis hatch'd, and shall beso. —Tranio, at once And then I know after who comes by the worst.
Uncase thee; take my colour'd hat and cloak,

Pet. Will it not be ? When Biondello comes, he waits on thee;

Faith, sirrah, an you'll not knock, I'll wring it;
But I will charm him first to keep his tongue.

I'll try, how you can sol, fa, and sing it.
Tra. So had you need. [They exchange habits.
In brief, then, sir, sith it your pleasure is,

[He wrings Grumio by the ears. And I am tied to b: obedient;

Gru. Help, masters, help! my master is mad. (Forso your father charg'd me at our parting;

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

Enter HORTENSIO. Be serviceable to my son, quoth he,

Hor. How now! what's the matter?-My old friend Although, I think, 'twas in another sense,) I am content to be Lucentio,

Grumio!and my good friend Petruchio !-How do you

all at Verona? Because so well I love Lucentio.

Pet. Signior Hortensio, come you to part the fray? Luc. Tranio, beso, because Lucentio loves : Con tutto il core bene trovato, may I say. And let me be a slave, to achieve that maid,

Hor. Alla nostra casa bene venutu,
Whose sudden sight hath thrall’d my wounded eye.

Molto honorato signior mio Petruchio.
Enter BiondeLLO.
Here comes the rogue.-Sirrah, where have you beeu ?

Rise, Grumio, rise! we will compound this quarrel.
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If this be not a lawful cause for me to leave his service, 1 Pet. I know her father, though I know not her;

Hath - look your sir,-he bid me knock him, and rap him and he knew my deceased father well. soundly, sir: well, was it fit for a servant to use his I will not sleep, Hortensio, till I see her;

Sosha master so; being, perhaps, (for aught I see,)two and And therefore let me bethus bold with

you, thirty, -- a pipout? To give you over at this first encounter,

Gre. Whom, 'would to God, I had well knock'd at first, Unless you will accompany me thither. Then had not Grumio come by the worst.

Gru.spray you, sir, let him go, while the humonr lasts. lior. Pet. A senseless villain !-Good Hortensio, O’my word, an she knew him as well as I do, she would I bade the rascal knock upon your gate,

think scolding would do little good upon him. Shemay, And could not get him for my heart to do it.

perhaps,call him half a score knaves, or so: why, that's Gru. Knock at the gate?0 heavens !

nothing; an he begin once, he'll railin his rope-tricks. Spake you not these words plain, --Sirrah, knock me I'll tell you what, sir, au she stand him but a little, here,

he will throw a figure in her face, and so disfigure her
Rap me here, knock me well, and knock me soundly? with it, that she shall have no more eyes to see withal
And come you now with — knocking at the gate? than a cat. You know him not, sir.
Pet. Sirrah, be gone, or talk not, I advise you. Hor. Tarry, Petruchio, I must go with thee;

Pet. Hor. Petruchio, patience! I am Grumio's pledge; For in Baptista's keep my treasure is :

aithal Why, 'tis a heavy chance'twixt him and you ; He hath the jewel of my life in hold,

Gre, Your ancient, trusty, pleasant servant Grumio. His youngest daughter, beautiful Bianca ; And tell me now, sweet friend, — what happy galo And her withholds from me, and other more Blows you to Padua here, from old Verona?

Suitors to her, and rivals in my love: Pet. Such wind as scatters young men through the supposing it a thing impossible,

Gre world,

(For those defects I have before rehears’d,) To seek their fortunes further than at home,

That ever Catharina will be woo'd. Where small experience grows. But, in a few,

Therefore this order hath Baptista ta’en, – Signior Hortensio, thus it stands with me:- That none shall have access unto Bianca,

Pet Antonio, my father, is deceas'd; Till Catharine the curst have got a husband.

Gr And I have thrust myself into this maze, Gru. Catharine the curst!

Pe Haply to wive, and thrive, as best I may : A title for a maid, of all titles the worst!

Thi Crowns in my purse I have, and goods at home Hor. Now shall my friend Petruchio do me grace,

Hay And so am come abroad to see the world. And offer me, disguis'd in sober robes,

Hay Hor. Petruchio, shall I then come roundly to thee, To old Baptista as a schoolmaster

Ra And wish thee to a shrew'd ill-favour'd wife? Well seen in music, to instruct Bianca:

Ha Thou’dst thank me but a little for my counsel : That so I may by this device, at least, And yet I'll promise thee, she shall be rich,

Have leave and leisure to make love to her, And very rich: but thou’rt too much my friend,

L And, unsuspected, court her by herself. And I'll not wish thee to her.

Enter Grenlo; with him Lucentio disguised, with A Pet. Signior Hortensio, 'twixt snch friends as we,

books under his arm.

TU Few words suffice: and, therefore, if thou know

As Gru. Here's no knavery! See, to beguile the old folks,

TO One rich enough to be Petruchio's wife,

| how the young folks lay their heads together! Master, (As wealth is burthen of my wooing dance,

master, look about you! Who goes there? ha! Be she as foul as was Florentius' love,

Hor. Peace, Grumio! 'tis the rival of my love:As old as Sybil, and as curst and shrewd

Petruchio, stand by a while! As Socrates' Xantippe, or a worse,

Gru. A proper stripling, and an amorous! [They retire. She moves me not, or not removes, at least,

Gre, 0, very well; I have perus'd the note. Affection's edge in me; were she as rough

Hark you, sir; I'll have them very fairly bound: As are the swelling Adriatic seas :

All books of love, see that at any hand; I come to wive it wealthily in Padua;

And see you read no other lectures to her: If wealthily, then happily in Padua.

You understand me. -Over and beside Gru. Nay, look you, sir, he tells you flatly, what his Signior Baptista's liberality, mind is. Why, give him gold enough, and marry him l’li mend it with a largess. -- Take your papers too, to a puppet, or an aglet-baby; or an old trot with nc'er And let me have them very well perfum'd; a tooth in her head, though she have as many diseases, For she is sweeter than perfume itself, as two and fifty horses : why, nothing comes amiss, so To whom they go. What will you

read to her ? money comes withal.

Luc. Whate'er I read to her, I'll plead for you,
Hor. Petruchio, since we have stepp'd thus far in, As for my patron, (stand you so assur'd,)
I will continue that I broach'd in jest.

As firmly as yourself were still in place:
I can Petruchio, help thee to a wife

Yea, and perhaps) with more successful words • With wealth enough, and young, and beauteous; Than you, unless you were a scholar, sir. Brought up as best becomes a gentlewoman:

Gre. O this learning! what a thing it is! Her only fault (and that is faults enough,)

Gru. O this woodcock! what an ass it is! Is, that she is intolerably curst,

Pet. Peace, sirrah ! And shrewd, and froward; so beyond all measure, Ilor. Grumio, mum!-God save you, signior Gremio! That, were my state far worser thau itis,

Gre. And you're well met, signior Hortensio. Trow I would not wed her for a mine of gold.

Hor.Hortensio, peace; thon know'st notgold'se ffect.- Whither I am going ?-- To Baptista Minola.
Tell me her father's name, and 'tis enough;

I promis'd to enquire carefully
For I will board her, though she chide as loud, About a schoolmaster for fair Bianca:
As thunder, when the clouds inautumn crack. And, by good fortune, I have lighted well
Hor. Her fathersis Baptista Minola,

On this young man, for learning and behaviour,
An affable and courteous gentleman:

Fit for her turn, well read in poetry, Her name is Catharina Minola,

And other books,-good ones, I warrant you. Renown'd in Padua for her scolding tongue.

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Do me this right,-hear me with patience!
A fine musician to instruct our mistress;

Baptista is a noble gentleman,
So shall I no whit be behind in duty

To whom my father is not all unknown;
To fair Bianca, so belov'd of me.

And, were his daughter fairer than she is,
Gre. Belov'd of me,- and that my deeds shall prove. She may more suitors have, and me for one.
Gru. And that his bags shall prove. Aside. Fair Leda's daughter had a thousand wooers;
Fior. Gremio, 'tis now no time to vent our love. Then well one more may fair Bianca have:
Listen to me, and if you speak me fair,

And so she shall; Lucentio shall make one,
I'll tell you news indifferent good for either. Though Paris came, in hope to speed alone.
Here is a gentleman, whom by chance I met

Gre. What! this gentleman willout-talk us all.
Upon agreement from us to his liking,

Luc. Sir, give him head! I know, he'll prove a jade. Will undertake to woo curst Catharine;

Pet. Hortensio, to what end are all these words?
Yea, and to marry her, if her dowry please.

Hor. Sir, let me be so bold as to ask you,
Gre. So said, so done, is well.

Did you ever yet see Baptista's daughter?
Hortensio, have you told him all her faults?

Tra. No, sir: but hear I do, that he hath two;
Pet. I know, she is an irksome brawling scold; The one as famous for a scolding tongue,
If that be all, masters, I hear no harm,

Asis the other for beauteous modesty.
Gre. No, say'st me so, friend? What countryman? | Pet. Sir, sir, the firsts for me; let her go by!
Pet. Born in Verona, old Antonio's son:

Gre. Yea, leave that labour to great Hercules;
My father dead, my fortune lives for me;

And let it be more than Alcides' twelve.
And I do hope good days, and long, to see.

Pet. Sir, understand you this of me, in sooth;
Gre.O, sir, such a life, with such a wife, were strange: The youngest daughter, whom you hearken for,
But, if you have a stomach, to't, o'God's name; Her father keeps from a}l access of suitors,
You shall have me assisting you in all.

And will not promise her to any man,
But will you woo this wild cat?

Until the elder sister first be wed:
Pet. Will I live?

The younger then is free, and not before.
Gru. Will he woo her? ay, or I'll hang her. [-Aside. Trå. If it be so, sir, that you are the man
Pet. Why came I hither, but to that intent? Must stead as all, and me among the rest;
Think yon, a little din can daunt mine ears?

And if you break the ice, and do this feat,
Have I not in my time heard lions roar?

Achieve the elder, set the younger free
Have I not heard the sea, pofl'd up with winds, For our access :— whose hap shall be to have her,
Rage like an angry boar, chafed with sweat? Will not so graceless be, to be ingrate.
Have I not heard great ordnance in the field,

Hor. Sir, you say well, and well you do conceive;
And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies?

And since you do profess to be a suitor,
Have I not in the pitched battle heard

You must, as we do, gratify this gentleman,
Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang? To whom we all rest generally beholden.
And do you tell me of a woman's tongue,

Tra. Sir, I shall not be slack: in sign whereof,
That gives not half so great a blow to the ear, Please ye we may contrive this afternoon,
As will a chesnutin a farmer's fire?

And quaff carouses to our mistress' health,
Tush! tush! fear boys with bugs!

And do as adversaries do in law :
Gru. For he fears none.

[.Aside. Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends!
Gre. Hortensio, hark !

Gru. Bion.O excellent motion! Fellows,let's begone!
This gentleman is happily arriv’d,

Hor. The motion's good, indeed, and be it so!
My mind presumes, for his own good, and yours. Petruchio, I shall be your ben venuto. (Exeunt.
Hor. I promis'd, we would be contributors,
And bear his charge of wooing, whatsoe'er.
Gre. And so we will; provided, that he win her.

Gru. I would, I were as sure of a good dinner. [ Aside. SCENE I.-The same. A room in Baptista's house.
Enter Tranio, bravely apparell’d; and Brondello.
Tru. Gentlemen, God save you! If I may be bold,

Enter CATHARINA and Branca.
Tell me, I beseech you, which is the readiest way Bian. Good sister, wrong me not, nor wrong yourself,
To the house of signior Baptista Minola ?

To make a bondmaid and a slave of me!
Gre. He that has the two fair daughters ?— [Aside to That I disdain: but for these other gawds,
Tranio.) is’t he you mean?

Unbind my hands, I'll pull them of myself,
Tra. Even he. Biondello!

Yea, all my raiment, to my petticoat;
Gre. Hark yon, sir ; you mean not her to

Or, what you will command me, will I do,
Tra.Perhaps,him and her, sir? What have you to do? So well I know my duty to my elders.
Pet. Not her that chides, sir, at any hand, I pray. Cath. Of all thy suitors, here I charge thee, tell
Tra. Ilove no chiders, sir : - Biondello, let's away! Whom thou lov'st best: see, thou dissemble not.
Luc. Well begun, Tranio!

[Aside. Biun. Believe me, sister, of all the men alive
Hor. Sir, a word ere you go ;-

I never yet beheld that special face
Are you a suitor to the maid you talk of, yea, or no? Which I could fancy more than any other.
Tra, Anif I be, sir, is it any offence?

Cath. Minion, thou liest: is't not Hortensio? Gre, No; if, without more words, you will get you Bian. Ifyou affect him, sister, here I swear, hence.

I'll plead for you myself, but you shall have him.
Tra. Why, sir, I pray, are not the streets as free Cath. O then, belike, you fancy riches more;
For me, as for you?

You will have Gremio to keep you fair.
Gre. But so is not she.

Bian. Is it for him you do envy me so?
Tra. For what reason, I beseech you?

Nay, then you jest; and now I well perceive,
Gre. For this reason, if you'll know,

You have but jested with me all this while:
That she's the choice love of signior Gremio.

I prythee, sister Kate, untie my hands!
Hor. That she's the chosen of signior Hortensio.

Cath. If that be jest, then all the rest was so.
Tra. Softly, my masters! if you be gentlemen,

[Strikes her.

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