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Listen to me; and, if you speak me fair,
I'll tell you news indifferent good for either.
Here is a gentleman whom by chance I met,
Upon agreement from us to his liking,
Will undertake to wooe curs'd Catharine ;
Yea, and to marry her, if her dowry please.

Gre. So said, so done, is well.
Hortensio, have you told him all her faults ?

Pet. I know she is an irksome brawling scold ; If that be all, masters, I hear no harin.

Gre. No, fayest me so, friend? what countryman?

Pet. Born in Verona, old Antonio's son ; My father's dead, my fortune lives for me, And I do hope good days and long to see. Gre. Oh, Sir, such a life, with such a wife, were

strange ;
But if you have a stomach, to't, of God's name ;
You shall have me allisting you in all.
But will you wooe this wild cat?

Pet. Will I live ?
Gru. Will he wooe her? ay, or I'll hang her.

Pet. Why came I hither, but to that intent?
Think you a little din can daunt my ears?
Have I not in my time heard lions roar ?
Have I not heard the sea, puff'd up with winds,
Rage like an angry boar, chafed with sweat?
Have I not heard great ordnance in the field?
And heav'n's artillery thunder in the skies?
Have I not in a pitched battle heard
Loud larums, neighingsteeds, and trumpets clangue ?
And do you tell me of a woman's tongue,
That gives not half so great a blow to th' ear,
As will a chefnut in a farmer's fire ?
Tush, tush, fear boys with bugs.

Gru. For he fears none.

Gre. Hortensio, hark:
This gentleman is happily arrivd,
My mind presumes for his own good and ours.

Her. 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.

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S C Ε Ν Ε VII. To them Tranio bravely apparelled, 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 ?

Bion. He that has the two fair daughters ? is't he you mean?

Tra. Even he, Biondello.
Gre, Hark you, Sir, you mean not her, to
Tra. Perhaps him and her; 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 :
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 For me, as for you?

Gre. But so is not she.
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 pot all unknown; And were his daughter fairer than she is, She may more fuitors have, and me for one. Fair Leda's daughter had a thousand wooers; Then well one more may fair Bianca have, And so the shall. Lucentio fhall make one, Tho' 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 aré all these words? Hor. Sir, let me be so bold as to ask you,

Did you yet ever see Baptista's daughter?

Tra. No, Sir ; but hear I do that he harh two: The one as famous for a scolding tongue, As the other is for beauteous modesty.

Pet. Sir, Sir, the firsts for me ; let her go by.

Gre. Yea, leave that labour to great Hercules ; And let it be more than Alcides' twelve.

Pot Sir, understand you this of me, insooth: The youngest daughter, whom you hearken for, Her father keeps from all access of suitors, And will not proinise her to any man, Until the eldest filter first be wed; The younger then is free, and not before.

Tra. If it be so, Sir, that you are the man Must steed us all, and mne amongst the rest; And if

you break the ice, and do this feat, Atchieve the elder, set the younger free For our access; whole hap shall be to have her, Will not fo graceless be, to be ingrate.

Hor. Sir, you say well, and well you do conceive; And since you do profess to be a fuitor, You must, as we do, gratify this gentleman, To whom we all rest generally beholden.

Tra. Sir, I shall not be sack; in sign whereof, Please ye we may convive this afternoon, And quaff carouses to our mistress' health ; And do as adversaries do in law, Sirive mightily, but eat and drink as friends. Gru. Bion. O excellent motion ! fellows, let's be

gone. Hor. The motion's good indeed, and be it so, Petruchio, I shall be your ben venuto. [Exeunt.

[The presenters above speak here, 1 Man. My Lord, you nod; you do not mind the

play. Sly. Yea, by St Ann, do I. A good matter, seres by! - Comes there any more of it?

Lady. My Loril, 'tis but begun.

Sly. 'Tis a very excellent piece of work, Madam, Lady. Would 'twere done !

AC Τ ΙΙ. .

S. CE N E I..

Baptista's House in Padua,

Enter Catharina and Bianca...

Bianca..
Ood sister, wrong me not, nor wrong yourself,

To make a bond-maid and a slave of me;
That I disdain: but for these other gawds,
Unbind my hands, I'll pull them off myself;
Yea, all my raiment, to my petticoat,
Or what you will command me, will I do;
So well I know my duty to my elders.

Cath. Of all thy suitors here, I charge thee, tell Whom thou lov'st best: see, thou dissemble not.

Bian. Believe me, lister, of all men alive
I never yet beheld that special face,
Which I could fancy more than any other.

Cath. Minion, thou liest; is't not Hortenfio ?

Bian. If you affect him, sister, here I swear, I'll plead for you myself, but you shall have him.

Cath. Oh, then, belike, you fancy riches more; You will have Gremio, to keep you fair.

Bian. Is it for him you do so envy me?
Nay, then you jest; and now, I well perceive,
You have but jested with me all this while;
I pr’ythee, fisier Kate, untie my hands.
Cath. If that be jest, then all the rest was so.

[Strikes her. Enter Baptista, Bap. Why, how now, dame, whence grows this

infolence? Bianca, stand aside; poor girl, she weeps ; Go ply the needle, meddle not with her. For Thame, thou hilding of a devilish spirit, Why dost thou wrong her, that did ne'er wrong

thee? When did the cross thee with a bitter word?

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Cath. Her silence flouts me; and I'll be reveng'd.

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

[Exit Bianca, Carh. Will you not suffer me? nay, now I iee 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 heil. Talk not to me, I will go sit and weep, 'Till I can find occasion of revenge.

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

S CE N E II.
Enter Gremio, Lucentio in the habit of a mean min;

Petruchid with Hortensio, like a mu ician ; Tranio
and 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 Catharina, fair and virtuous ?

Bap. I have a daughier, Sir, call J Catharina.
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 baliiful modeity,
Her wondrous qualities, and inild behaviour,
Am bold to Mew myself a forward gueit
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,

[Presenting Hortenfio,
I do present you with a man of mine,
Cunning in music and the mathematics,
To inítruct her fully in those sciences,
Whereof, I know, he is not ignorant:
Accept of biin, or elle vou de me wrong,
-His name is Licio, born in Mantua.

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