Hor. I promis'd, we would be contributors, [ For our access,-whose hap shall be to have And bear his charge of wooing, whatsoe ́er. Will not so graceless be, to be ingrate.* [her, Gre. And so we will; provided, that he win Hor. Sir, you say well and well you do conceive; her. Gru. I would, I were as sure of a good dinAside. Enter TRANIO, bravely apparelled; and BION ner. Tra. For what reason, I beseech you? Gre For this reason, if you'll know,That she's the choice love of signior Gremio. Hor. That she's the chosen of signior Hor tensio. Tra. Softly, my master! if you be gentlemen. Do me this right, hear me with patience. Baptista is a noble gentleman, To whom my father is not all unknown; Luc. Sir, give him head; I know, he'll prove a jade. Pet. Hortensio, 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 And since you do profess to be a suitor, Tra. Sir, I shall not be slack: in sign whereof, Hor. The motion's good indeed, and be it Enter KATHARINA and BIANCA. Bian. Good sister, wrong me not, nor wrong yourself, To make a bondmaid and a slave of me ; Kath Of all thy suitors, here I charge thee tell [not. Whom thou love'st best; see thou dissemble Bian. Believe me, sister, of all the men alive, never yet beheld that special face Which I could fancy more than any other. Kath. Minion, thou liest; Is't not Hortensio ? Bian. If you affects him, sister, here I swear, i'll plead for you myself, but you shall have him. When did she cross thee with a bitter word? Flies after BIANEA. sight?-Bianca, get thee [Exit BIANCA. Kath. Will you not suffer me? Nay, now I in. see She is your treasure, she must have a husband; [Exit KATHARINA, Bap. Was ever gentleman thus griev'd as I? But who comes here? * Ungrateful Companions. Love, Trifling ornaments. A worthless woman. Gre. You are too blunt, go to it orderly. I am a gentleman of Verona, Sir, Of that report which I so oft have heard [Presenting HORTENSIO. Bap. You're welcome, Sir; and he, for your good sake: But for my daughter Katharine,---this I know, She is not for your turn, the more my grief. Pet. I see you do not mean to part with her: Or else you like not of my company. Bap. Mistake me not, I speak but as I find. Whence are you, Sir? what may I call your name? Pet. Petruchio is my name; Antonio's son, A man well known throughout all Italy. Bap. I know him well: you are welcome for his sake. Gre. Saving your tale, Petruchio, I pray, Let us, that are poor petitioners, speak too: Baccare!* you are marvellous forward. Pet. O, pardon me signior Gremio: I would fain be doing. Gre. I doubt it not, Sir; but you will curse your wooing.Neighbour, this is a gift very grateful, I am sure of it. To express the like kindness myself, that have been more kindly beholden to you than any, I freely give unto you this young scholar, [Presenting LUCENTIO.] that hath been long studying at Rheims; as cunning in Greek, Latin, and other languages, as the other in Music and mathematics: his name is Cambio; pray accept his service. Bap. A thousand thanks, signior Gremio : welcome good Cambio.-But gentle Sir, [To TRANIO.] methinks, you walk like a stranger; May I be so bold to know the cause of your coming? Tra. Pardon me, Sir, the boldness is mine That being a stranger in this city here, [own; Do make myself a suitor to your daughter, Unto Bianca, fair, and virtuous. Nor is your firm resolve unknown to me, • A proverbial exclamation then in use. And, toward the education of your daughters, I here bestow a simple instrument, books: And this small packet of Greek and Latin If you accept them, then their worth is great. Bap. Lucentio, is your name? of whence, I pray? Tra. Of Pisa, Sir; son to Vincentio. You shall go see your pupils presently. Sirrah, lead Enter a SERVANT. These gentlemen to my daughters; and tell them both, These are their tutors; bid them use them well. [Exit SERVANT, with HORTENSIO, LUCENTIO, and BIONDELLO. We will go walk a little in the orchard, Pet Signior Baptista, my business asketh And every day I cannot come to woo. haste, You know my father well; and in him, me, Left solely 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 with them: Frets, call you these? quoth she: I'll fume As she had studied to misuse me so. Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench; I love her ten times more then e'er I did: 0, how I long to have some chat with her! Bap. Well, go with me, and be not so discomfited: Proceed in practice with my younger daughter; | And woo her with some spirit when she comes. And say she uttereth piercing eloquence: hard of hearing; They call me-Katharine, that do talk of me. Pet. Why, what's a movable? Pet. Thou hast hit it: come sit on me. [you. Kath No such jade, Sir, as you, if me you Kath. Ay, for a turtle: as he takes a buzzard. Pet. Come, come, you wasp; i'faith, you are angry. Kath. If I be waspish, best beware my sting. Pet. My remedy is then, to pluck it out. [lies. Kath, Ay, if the fool could find it where it Pet. Who knows not where a wasp doth wear his sting? In his tail. well. Pet. What, with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again, Good Kate; I am a gentleman. [Striking him. Pet, I swear I'll cuff you, if you strike again. Kath. So may you lose your arms: If you strike me, you are no gentleman: Pet. A herald, Kate? O, put me in thy books. a craven* Pet. Nay, come, Kate,; you must not look Kath. There is, there is. Pet Then show it me. Kath Had I a glass, I would. Pet. What, you mean my face? Kath. Well aim'd oft such a young one. Pet. Now, by Saint George, I am too young for you, Kath. Yet you are wither'd. Pet. 'Tis with cares. Kath. I care not. Pet. Nay, hear you, Kate in sooth you 'scape not so. Kath I chafe you, if I tarry: let me go. Pet. No, not a whit; I find you passing gentle. 'Twas told me, you were rough, and coy, and sullen, And now I find report a very liar; Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will; O slanderous world! Kate, like the hazle-twig, Kath Go, fool, and whom thou keep'st com. Pet. Did ever Dian so become a grove, As Kate this chamber with her princely gait? O, be thou Diau, and let her be Kate; And then let Kate be chaste, and Dian sportful! Kath. Where did you study all this goodly speech ? Pet. It is extempore, from my mother-wit. Kath. A witty mother! witless else her son. Pet. Am I not wise? * A degenerate cock. By Kath. Yes; keep you warm. And therefore, setting all this chat aside, Signior Petruchio: How speed you with Pet How but well, Sir? how but well? Kath. Call you me daughter? now I promise you, You have shew'd a tender fatherly regard, That talk'd of her, have talk'd amiss of her; That upon Sunday is the wedding-day. Kath I'll see thee hang'd on Sunday first. Gre. Hark, Petruchio! she says, she'll see thee hang'd first Tra. Is this your speeding? nay, then, good night our part! Pet. Be patient, gentlemen: I choose her If she and I be pleas'd, what's that to you! Give me thy hand, Kate: I will unto Venice, God send you joy, Petruchio! 'tis a match. Gre. Tra. Amen, say we; we will be wit nesses. Pet. Father, and wife, and gentlemen adieu; I will to Venice, Sunday comes apace:We will have rings. and things, and fine array; And kiss me Kate, we will be married o'Sunday' [Exeunt Petruchio and Katharine, severally. Gre. Was ever match clapp'd up so suddenly. Bap. Faith, gentleman, now I play a mer. chant's part. And venture madly on a desperate mart. Tra. 'Twas a commodity lay fretting by you: "Twill bring you gain, or perish on the seas. Bap. The gain I seek is quiet in the match. Gre. No doubt, but he hath got a quiet catch. But now, Baptista, to your younger daughter; Now is the day we long have look'd for; I am your neighbour, and was suitor first. Tra. And I am one, that love Bianca more Than words can witness, or your thoughts can guess. Gre. Youngling! thou canst not love so dear as I. Tra. Grey-beard! thy love doth freeze. Skipper, stand back; 'tis age that nourisheth. Tra. But youth, in ladies' eyes that flourisheth. Bap. Content you, gentlemen; I'll com pound this strife: 'Tis deeds, must win the prize; and he, of both, That can assure my daughter greatest dower, Shall have Bianca's love. Say, signior Gremio, what can you assure her? Gre. Frist, as you know, my house within the city, Is richly fu nish'd with plate and gold; Tra. That only came well in-Sir, list to I am my father's heir, and only son: ture. To know the cause why music was ordain'd! Bian. Why, gentlemen, you do me double Bian. Where left we last? Luc. Here, madam: Hac ibat Simois; hic est Sigeia tellus, Luc. Hac ibat, as I told you before,-Simois, I am Lucentio,-hic est, son unto Vincentio of Pisa,-Sigeia tellus, disguised thus to get your love;-Hic steterat, and that Lucentio that comes a wooing,-Priami, is my man Tranio,-regia, bearing my port,—celsa senis, that we might beguile the old pantaloon.* Hor. Madam, my instrument's in tune. Returning. [HORTENSIO plays. Bian. Let's hear;O fie! the treble jars. Luc. Spit in the hole, man, and tune again. Bian. Now let me see if I can construe it: Hac ibat Simois, I know you not; hic est Sigeia tellus, I trust you not;-Hic steterat Priami, take heed he hear us not;-regia, presume not; -celsa senis, despair not. Hor. Madam, 'tis now in tune. Hor. The base is right; 'tis the base knave How fiery and forward our pedant is! Bian. In time I may believe, yet I mistrust. Luc. Mistrust it not; for, sure, Æecides Was Ajax,-call'd so from his grandfather. Bian I must believe my master; else, I promise you, I should be arguing still upon that doubt: And watch withal: for, but I be deceiv'd, To learn the order of my fingering, Bian. Why, I am past my gamut long ago. A re, to plead Hortensio's passion; C faut, that love's with all affection; Call you this-gamut? tut! I like it not: |