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

[Exit BIANCA. Kath. Will you not suffer me? Nay, now I see, 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 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 the habit of a

mean man ; 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
Callid Katharina, fạir, and virtuous ?

Bap. I have a daughter, sir, callid Katharina.
Gre. You are too blunt, go to it orderly.
Pet. You wrong me, signior Gremio; give me

leave.-
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

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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 musick, and the mathematicks,
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 : 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

" A proverbial exclamation then in use.

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 musick and mathematicks: 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: 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.

Bap. A mighty man of Pisa; by report I know him well : you are very welcome, sir. 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, This 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,

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Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all :
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 musi

cian? Hor. I think, she'll sooner prove a soldier ;

hold with her, but never lutes. Bap. Why, then thou canst 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,

Iron may

? A fret in music is the stop which causes or regulates the vibration of the string.

3 Paltry musician.

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