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Began to scold, and raise up such a storm,
Luc. Tranio, I saw her coral lips to move,
Tra. Nay, then, 't is time to stir him from his trance.-
Luc. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel father's he!
Tra. Ay, marry am I, sir; and now 't is plotted.
Master, for my hand,
Luc: Tell me thine first.
You will be schoolmaster.
It is : may it be done ?
Luc. Basta ; content thee; for I have it full.
Tra. So had you need. [They exchange habits. Be brief, then, sir, sith it your pleasure is,
1 In brief, sir : in f. e.
And I am tied to be obedient;
Luc. Tranio, be so, because Lucentio loves,
Enter BIONDELLO. Here comes the rogue.-Sirrah, where have you been ? Bion. Where have I been? Nay, how now? where
Luc. Sirrah, come hither : 't is no time to jest,
I, sir ? ne'er a whit.
Bion. The better for him; 'would I were so too! Tra. So would I, faith, boy, to have the next wish
after, That Lucentio, indeed, had Baptista's youngest daugh
ter. But, sirrah, not for my sake, but your master's, I advise You use your manners discreetly in all kind of com
panies : When I am alone, why, then I am Tranio; But in all places else, your master, Lucentio.
Luc. Tranio, let 's go.One thing more rests, that thyself execute; To make one among these wooers: if thou ask me why, Sufficeth, my reasons are both good and weighty.
[Exeunt. I wounded : in f. e.
1 Serv. My lord, you nod; you do not mind the play.
Sly. Yes, by saint Anne, do 1. A good matter, surely : comes there any more of it ?
Page. My lord, 't is but begun.
Sly. 'Tis a very excellent piece of work, madam lady; would 't were done ! SCENE II.-The Same. Before HORTENSIO's House.
Enter PETRUCHIO and GRUMIO.
Gru. Knock, sir! whom should I knock ? is there any man has rebused your worship ?
Pet. Villain, I say, knock me here soundly.
Gru. Knock you here, sir ? why, sir, what am I, sir, that I should knock you here, sir ?
Pet. Villain, I say, knock me at this gate; And rap me well, or I'll knock your knave's pate. Gru. My master is grown quarrelsome.--I should
knock you first,
Pet. Will it not be ?
[He wrings Grumio by the ears. Gru. · Help, masters, help! my master is mad. Pet. Now, knock when I bid you: sirrah! villain !
[Grumio falls down. Enter HORTENSIO. Hor. How now! what's the matter?-My old friend Grumio, and my good friend Petruchio !-How do you all at Verona ?
Pet. Signior Hortensio, come you to part the fray ? Con tutto il core ben trovato, may I say. Hor. Alla nostra casa ben venuto, molto honorato
signior mio Petruchio. Rise, Grumio, rise : we will compound this quarrel.
Gru. [Rising.'] Nay, 't is no matter, sir, what he 'leges in Latin. If this be not a lawful cause for me to leave his service,-Look you, sir-he bid me knock
1 Not in f. e.
him, and rap him soundly, sir : Well
, was it fit for a servant to use his master so; Being, perhaps, (for aught I see) two and thirty,-a
pip mo 1
Pet. A senseless villain !-Good Hortensio,
Gru. Knock at the gate ?-0 heavens ! Spake you not these words plain,—“Sirrah, knock me here; rap me here, knock me well, and knock me soundly ?" And come you now with knocking at the gate ?
Pet. Sirrah, be gone, or talk not, I advise you.
Hor. Petruchio, shall I then come roundly to thee,
Pet. Signior Hortensio, 'twixt such friends as we
lout: in f. e. 2 The story is in Gower's Confessio Amantis.
Affection's edge in me. Were she as rough
Gru. Nay, look you, sir, he tells you flatly what his mind is: why, give him gold enough and marry him to a puppet, or an aglet-baby?; or an old trot with ne'er a tooth in her head, though she have as many diseases as two and fifty horses. Why, nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal.
Hor. Petruchio, since we are stepp'd thus far in,
can, Petruchio, help thee to a wife
Hor. Her father is Baptista Minola,
Pet. I know her father, though I know not her,
Gru. I pray you, sir, let him go while the humour lasts. O my word, an she knew him as well as I do, she would think scolding would do little good upon him. She may, perhaps, call him half a score knaves or so; why, that's nothing: an he begin once, he'll rail in his rope-tricks. I'll tell you what, sir,-an she stand him but a little, he will throw a figure in her
1 An aglet was a point or tag to the string of a dress, and was often shaped like a human form.