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Bap. What, in my fight ;-Bianca, get thee in.

[Exit Bianca.

Kath. Will you not fuffer me? Nay, now I fee,
She is your treasure, she must have a husband;
I must 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.

Bap. Was ever gentleman thus griev'd as I?
But who comes here?

[Exit Kath.

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 Baptista.

Bap. Good-morrow, neighbour Gremio: God fave you, gentlemen!

Pet. And you, good fir! Pray, have you not a daughter Call'd Katharina, fair, and virtuous ?

Bap. I have a daughter, fir, call'd Katharina.

Gre. You are too blunt; go to it orderly.

Pet. You wrong me, fignior Gremio; give me leave.I am a gentleman of Verona, fir,

That,-hearing of her beauty, and her wit,

Her affability, and bafhful modefty,

Her wondrous qualities, and mild behaviour,-
Am bold to fhew myself a forward guest
Within
your house, to make mine eye the witness
Of that report which I so oft have heard.
And, for an entrance to my entertainment,

I do prefent you with a man of mine,

[Prefenting Hortenfio.

dance bare-foot]-the fate of an elder fifter, whofe younger marlead apes in hell.]-die an old maid.

ries before her.

Cunning

Cunning in musick, and the mathematicks,
To inftruct her fully in those sciences,
Whereof, I know, fhe is not ignorant :
Accept of him, or elfe you do me wrong;
His name is Licio, born in Mantua.

Bap. You're welcome, fir; and he, for your good fake: But for my daughter Katharine,-this I know,

She is not for your turn, the more my grief.
Pet. I fee, 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, fir? what may I call your name? Pet. Petruchio is my name; Antonio's fon,

A man well known throughout all Italy.

Bap. I know him well: you are welcome for his fake. Gre. Saving your tale, Petruchio, I pray,

Let us, that are poor petitioners, speak too: * Baccare! you are marvellous forward.

Pet. Oh, pardon me, fignior Gremio; I would fain be doing.

Gre. I doubt it not, fir; but you will curfe your woo

ing.

Neighbour, this is a gift very grateful, I am fure of it. To exprefs the like kindness myself, that have been more kindly beholding to you than any, I freely give unto you this young scholar, that hath been long ftudying at Rheims; [Presenting Lucentio,] as cunning in Greek, Latin, and other languages, as the other in mufick and mathematicks his name is Cambio; pray, accept his fervice.

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Bap. A thoufand thanks, fignior Gremio: welcome, good Cambio.-But, gentle fir, methinks, you walk like a ftranger; [To Tranio.] May I be fo bold to know the cause of your coming?

Baccare!]-Hold, ftand back!

free leave give to.

Tra.

Tra. Pardon me, fir, the boldness is mine own;
That, being a stranger in this city here,
Do make myself a fuitor to your daughter,
Unto Bianca, fair, and virtuous.
Nor is your firm refolve unknown to me,
In the preferment of the eldeft fifter:
This liberty is all that I request,-

That, upon knowledge of my parentage,

I may have welcome 'mongst the rest 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 small 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 Pisa, fir; fon to Vincentio.

Bap. A mighty man of Pifa; by report,

I knew him well you are very welcome, fir.-
Take you the lute, and you the fet of books,

[To Hortenfio and Lucentio.

fee your pupils presently.

You shall
go
Holla, within!-

Sirrah, lead

Enter a Servant.

These gentlemen to my daughters; and tell them both, These are their tutors; bid them ufe them well.

[Exit Servant with Hortenfio and Lucentio.

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 yourselves.

Pet. Signior Baptifta, my business asketh hafte,
'And
every day I cannot come to woo.

And every day I cannot come to roo.
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“And I cannot come every day to woo."

VOL. II.

The Burthen of an old Song.

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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 fhe furvive me,In all my lands and leafes whatsoever :

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Let fpecialties be therefore drawn between us,

That covenants may be kept on either hand.

Bap. Ay, when the fpecial thing is well obtained, This is, her love; for that is all in all.

Pet. Why, that is nothing; for I tell you, father,
I am as preremptory as fhe proud-minded;
And where two raging fires meet together,

They do confume the thing that feeds their fury :
Though 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, though they blow perpetually.

Re-enter Hortenfio, with his head broke.

Bap. How now, my friend? why doft thou look so pale? Hor. For fear, I promise you, if I look pale. Bap. What, will my daughter prove a good mufician? Hor. I think, she'll fooner prove a foldier ; Iron may hold with her, but never lutes.

Her widowhood,]-A jointure.

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Specialties-articles.

Bap.

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, she mistook her frets,

And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering;
When, with a most impatient devilish fpirit,

Frets, call you these? 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,-rascal-fidler,
And-twangling-Jack; with twenty such vile terms,
As fhe had studied to misuse 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 some 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 Petruchio, 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 Baptifta with Gremio, Hortenfio, and Tranio.

And woo her with some spirit when she comes.
Say, that she rail; why then I'll tell her plain,
She fings as fweetly as a nightingale :
Say, that she frown; I'll fay, fhe looks as clear
As morning roses newly wafh'd with dew:
Say, she be mute, and will not speak a word;
Then I'll commend her volubility,
And fay-she uttereth piercing eloquence:
If the do bid me pack, I'll give her thanks,
As though the bid me stay by her a week,
If the deny to wed, I'll crave the day

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