Will undertake to woo curst Katharine; Pet. I know, she is an irksome brawling scold; If that be all, masters, I hear no harm. Gre. No, say'st me so, friend? What countryman ? Pet. Born in Verona, old Antonio's son: Y My father dead, my fortune lives for me; Gre. O, sir, such a life, with such a wife, were strange : But, if you have a stomach, to't o'God's name; 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? Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang? Tush! tush! fear boys with bugs.4 4 Fright boys with bug-bears. Gru. Gre. Hortensio, hark! This gentleman is happily arriv'd, For he fears no [As My mind presumes, for his own good, and yours. 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. [Asid Enter TRANIO, bravely apparell'd; and BIONDELLO Tra. Gentlemen, God save you! If I may be bold Tell me, I beseech you, which is the readiest way To the house of signior Baptista Minola ? Gre. He that has the two fair daughters:-is't [Aside to TRANIO.] he you mean? Tra. Even he. Biondello! Gre. Hark you, sir; You mean not her to Tra. Perhaps, him and her, sir; What have you to do? Pet. Not her that chides, sir, at any hand, I pray. Tra. I love no chiders, sir:-Biondello, let's away. Luc. Well begun, Tranio. Hor. Sir, a word ere you go ; [Aside. Are you a suitor to the maid you talk of, yea, or no! Tra. An if I be, sir, is it any offence? Gre. No; if, without more words, you will get you hence. Tra. Why, sir, I pray, are not the streets as free 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 Hortensio. Tra. Softly, my masters! 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; And, were his daughter fairer than she is, She may more suitors have, and me for one. Fair Leda's daughter had a thousand wooers; Then well one more may fair Bianca have: And so she shall; Lucentio shall make one, Though Paris came, in hope to speed alone. Gre. What! this gentleman will out-talk us all. Luc. Sir, give him head; I know, he'll prove a jade, Pet. Hortensio, to what end are all these words? Did you yet ever see Baptista's daughter? Tra. No, sir; but hear I do, that he hath two; The one as famous for a scolding tongue, Pet. Sir, sir, the first's for me; let her go by. Pet, Sir, understand you this of me, insooth; Tra. If it be so, sir, that you are the man Hor. Sir, you say well, and well you do conceive; Tra. Sir, I shall not be slack: in sign whereof, Please ye we may contrive this afternoon, And quaff carouses to our mistress' health; And do as adversaries do in law, Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends. Gru. Bion. O excellent motion! Fellows, let's begone. Hor. The motion's good indeed, and be it so;Petruchio, I shall be your ben venuto. [Exeunt. : 1 ACT II. SCENE I. The same. A Room in Baptista's House. Enter KATHARINA and BIANCA. Bian, Good sister, wrong me not, nor wrong yourself, To make a bondmaid and a slave of me; 5 Ungrateful. 6 Companions. 7 Trifling ornaments. $ Yea, all my raiment, to my petticoat; Kath. Of all thy suitors, here I charge thee, tell Whom thou lov'st best: see thou dissemble not. Bian. Believe me, sister, of all the men alive, I 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 affect him, sister, here I swear, I'll plead for you myself, but you shall have him. Kath. O then, belike, you fancy riches more; You will have Gremio to keep you fair. Bian. Is it for him you do envy me so? Kath. If that be jest, then all the rest was so. [Strikes her. Enter BAPTISTA. Bap. Why, how now, dame! whence grows this insolence? Bianca, stand aside; -poor girl! she weeps : thee? When did she cross thee with a bitter word? Kath. Her silence flouts me, and I'll be reveng'd. [Flies after BIANCA. 8 Love. 9 A worthless woman. |