Bianca, stand aside:-poor girl! she weeps.-
Go ply thy needle; meddle not with her.—
For shame, thou hilding2 of a devilish spirit,
Why dost thou wrong her that did ne'er wrong thee?
When did she cross thee with a bitter word?

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

[Flies after BIANCA.

Bap. What! in my sight?-Bianca, get thee in.

[Exit BIANCA. Kath. What! will you not suffer me? Nay, now I

see,

She is your treasure, she must have a husband;

I must dance barefoot on her wedding-day,

And for your love to her lead apes in hell.
Talk not to me: I will go sit and weep,
Till I can find occasion of revenge.

[Exit KATHARINA.

Bap. Was ever gentleman thus griev'd as I?

But who comes here?

Enter GREMIO, with LUCENTIO in a mean habit; PETRUCHIO, with HORTENSIO as a Musician; and TRANIO, with BIONDELLO bearing a lute and books.

Gre. Good-morrow, neighbour Baptista.

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

Pet. And you, good sir. Pray, have you not a daughter,

Call'd Katharina, fair, and virtuous?

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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.

hilding-] The word hilding, or hinderling, says Johnson, means a low wretch, and was applied to both sexes. In "Romeo and Juliet," Act iii. sc. 5, Old Capulet calls his daughter "hilding ;" and in " All's Well that Ends Well," Act iii. sc. 6, the same term is used towards Parolles. Horne Tooke derives 66 hilding" from hyldan, Sax. to crouch.

I am a gentleman of Verona, sir,

That, hearing of her beauty, and her wit,
Her affability, and bashful modesty,
Her wondrous qualities, and mild behaviour,
Am bold to show 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 present you with a man of mine,

[Presenting HORTENSIO.

Cunning in music, and the mathematics,
To instruct her fully in those sciences,
Whereof, I know, she is not ignorant.
Accept of him, or else you do me wrong:
His name is Licio, born in Mantua.

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. Backare: you are marvellous forward3.

3 BACKARE you are marvellous forward.] This is a word of doubtful etymology and frequent occurrence: it is possibly only a corruption of "back there;" for it is always used as a reproof to over-confidence. In "Ralf Roister

Doister," A. i. sc. 2, we meet with it :

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Ah, sir! backare, quoth Mortimer to his sow." And this expression is introduced by old John Heywood into his Proverbs. Many other instances might easily be accumulated, but the mode of employing the word is uniform.

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 beholding 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 own, That, being a stranger in this city here,

Do make myself a suitor to your daughter,

Unto Bianca, fair, and virtuous.

Nor is your firm resolve unknown to me,
In the preferment of the eldest sister.
This liberty is all that I request,—

That, upon knowledge of my parentage,

I

may have welcome 'mongst the rest that woo,

And free access and favour as the rest:

And, toward the education of your daughters,

I here bestow a simple instrument,

And this small packet of Greek and Latin books: you accept them, then their worth is great.

If

Bap. Lucentio is your name? of whence, I pray?
Tra. Of Pisa, sir; son to Vincentio.

Bap. A mighty man of Pisa: by report

I know him well, You are very welcome, sir.

In a

4 - more kindly BEHOLDING to you than any, I freely give unto you-] See p. 136, note 6. The folios omit "I," which is necessary to the sense. preceding line they have neighbours for "neighbour."

Take you [To HOR.] the lute, and you [To Luc.] the

set of books;

You shall go see your pupils presently.

Holla, within!

Enter a Servant.

Sirrah, lead 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,
And then to dinner. You are passing welcome,
And so I pray you all to think yourselves.

Pet. Signior Baptista, my business asketh haste,
And every day I cannot come to woo.

You knew 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 lands,
And in possession, twenty thousand crowns.
Pet. And, for that dowry, I'll assure her of
Her widowhood, be it that she survive me,
In all my lands and leases whatsoever.
Let specialties be therefore drawn between us,
That covenants may be kept on either hand.

Bap. Ay, when the special 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 she proud-minded ;
And where two raging fires meet together,
They do consume the thing that feeds their fury.
Though little fire grows great with little wind,
Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all;

THAT is, her love ;] Malone reads, " This is,-her love."

So I to her, and so she yields to me,

For I am rough, and woo not like a babe.

Bap. Well may'st thou woo, and happy be thy speed!

But be thou arm'd for some unhappy words.

Pet. Ay, to the proof; as mountains are for winds, That shake not, though they blow perpetually.

Re-enter HORTENSIO, with his head broken.

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

Hor. For fear, I promise you, if I look pale.

Bap. What, will my daughter prove a good musician?

Hor. I think, she'll sooner prove a soldier:

Iron may hold with her, but never lutes.

Bap. Why, then thou can'st not break her to the lute?

Hor. Why no, for she 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 spirit,

"Frets, call you these?" quoth she: "I'll fume with

them :"

And with that word she struck me on the head,
And through the instrument my pate made way;
And there I stood amazed for a while,

As on a pillory looking through the lute,
While she did call me rascal fiddler,

And twangling Jack; with twenty such vile terms,
As had she studied to misuse me so.

Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench!
I love her ten times more than e'er I did:

O, 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; She's apt to learn, and thankful for good turns.—