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That gives not half fo great a blow to th' ear,
As will a chefnut in a farmer's fire?

Tufh, tufh, fear boys with bugs.

Gru. For he fears none.
Gre. Hortenfio, hark:

This gentleman is happily arriv'd,

My mind prefumes, for his own good, and ours.
Hor. I promis'd we would be contributors,
And bear his charge of wooing, whatsoe'er.
Gre. And fo we will, provided that he win her.
Gru. I would I were as fure of a good dinner.

To them Tranio bravely apparell'd, and Biondello. Tra. Gentlemen, God fave you. If I may be bold, tell me, I beseech you, which is the readiest way to the houfe of Signior Baptifta Minola?

Lion. 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. Nor 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 fuitor 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 fo is not the.

Tra. For what reafon, I beseech you? Gre. For this reafon, if you'll know. She's the choice love of Signior Gremio. Hor. She is the chofen of Hortenfio.

Tra. Softly, my mafters; if you be gentlemeny Do me this right; hear me with patience.

Baptifta is a noble gentleman,

To whom my father is not all unknown,
And were his daughter fairer than the is,


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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 fo the fhall. 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. Hortenfio, to what end are all these words?
Her. Sir, let me be fo bold as to ask you,
Did you yet ever fee Baptifta's daughter?

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

Pet. Sir, Sir, the firft's for. me; let her go by.
Gre. Yea, leave that labour to great Hercules,
And let it be more than Alcides' twelve.

Pet. Sir, understand you this of me,


The youngest daughter, whom you hearken for,
Her father keeps from all access of fuitors,
And will not promife her to any man,
Until the eldeft fifter first be wed:
The younger then is free, and not before.

Tra. If it be fo, Sir, that you are the man
Muft fteed us all, and me amongst the rest;
And if you break the ice, and do this feat,
Atchieve the elder, fet the younger free
For our access; whofe hap fhall be to have her,
Will not fo graceless be, to be ingrate.

Hor, Sir, you fay well, and well you do conceive:
And fince you do profefs to be a fuitor,

You muft, as we do, gratifie this gentleman,

To whom we all reft generally beholden.

Tra. Sir, I fhall not be flack; in fign whereof,

Please ye, we may convive this afternoon,

And quaff carouses to our mistrefs' health,
And do as adverfaries do in law,

Strive 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 fo,

Petruchio, I fhall be your ben venuta,


Man. My Lord, you nod, you do not mind the Play. Sly. Yea, by St. Ann, do I: a good matter furely! comes there any more of it?

Lady. My Lord, 'tis but begun.

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

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Baptifta's Houfe in Padua. Enter Catharina and Bianca.


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your felf, I To make a bond-maid and a flave of me;

That I difdain: but for these other gaudes,

Unbind my hands, I'll pull them off my self,
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 fuitors here I charge thee tell
Whom thou lov'ft beft: fee thou diffemble not.
Bian. Believe me, fifter, of all men alive
I never yet beheld that special face

Which I could fancy more than any other.

Cath. Minion, thou lieft; is't not Hortenfio? Bian. If you affect him, fifter, here I swear I'll plead for you my felf 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 fo envy me?
Nay, then you jeft, and now I well perceive
You have but jefted with me all this while;
I pr'ythee, fifter Kate, untie my hands.

Cath. If that be jeft, then all the reft was fo. [Strikes her.
Enter Baptifta.

Bap. Why, how now, dame, whence grows this infolence? Bianca, ftand afide; poor girl, the weeps ;

Go ply thy needle, meddle not with her.
For fhame, thou hilding of a devilish spirit,

Why doft thou wrong her, that did ne'er wrong thee?

When did the crofs thee with a bitter word?

Cath. Her filence flouts me, and I'll be reveng'd.

[Flies at Bianca.

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Bap. What, in my fight? Bianca, get thee in. [Ex. Bian. Cath. Will you not fuffer me? nay, now I fee She is your treasure, she must have a husband, I muft dance bare-foot on her wedding-day, And for your love to her lead apes in hell: Talk not to me, I will go fit and weep, "Till I can find occafion of revenge.

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


[Exit Cath.

Enter Gremio, Lucentio in the babit of a mean man, Petruchio with Hortenfio like a musician, Tranio

and Biondello bearing a lute and books.

Gre. Good morrow, neighbour Baptifta.

Bap. Good morrow, neighbour Gremio: God fave you, gentlemen.

Pet. And you, good Sir; pray, have you not a daughter call'd Catharina, fair and virtuous ?

Bap. I have a daughter, Sir, call'd 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 bashful modefty,

Her wondrous qualities, and mild behaviour,
Am bold to fhew my self a forward guest

[Prefenting Hor.

Within your houfe, to make mine eye the witness
Of that report, which I fo oft have heard.
And for an entrance to my entertainment,
I do prefent you with a man of mine,
Cunning in mufick, and the mathematics,
To inftruct her fully in thofe fciences,
Whereof I know the is not ignorant :
Accept of him, or else you do me wrong,
His name is Licio, born in Mantua.

Bap. Y'are welcome, Sir, and he for your good fake.
But for my daughter Catbarine, this I know,
She is not for your turn, the more's my grief.
Pet. I fee you do not mean to part with her,
Or elle you like not of my company.


Bap. Miftake me not, I fpeak but what I find. Whence are you, Sir? what may I call your name ? Pet. Petruchio is my name, Antonio's fon,

A man well known throughout all Italy.

Bap. I know him well: you are welcome for his fake. Gre. Saving your tale, Petruchio, I pray let us that are poor petitioners fpeak too. Baccalare! you are marvellous forward.

Pet. Oh, pardon me, Signior Gremio, I would fain be doing.

Gre. I doubt it not, Sir, but you will curfe your wooing. Neighbour! this is a gift very grateful, I am fure of it. To exprefs the like kindness my self, that have been more kindly beholden to you than any, free leave give to this young scholar, that hath been long ftudying at Reims, [Prefenting Luc.] as cunning in Greek, Latin, and other languages, as the other in mufick and mathematics; his name is Cambio; pray, accept his fervice.

Bap. A thousand thanks, Signior Gremio: welcome, good Cambio. But, gentle Sir, methinks you walk like a ftranger, [To Tranio.] may I be fo 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 my felf a fuitor to your daughter,

Unto Bianca, fair and virtuous:

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

That, upon knowledge of my parentage,

I may have welcome 'mongst the rest that woo,
And free accefs and favour as the rest.

And toward the education of your daughters,
I here beftow a fimple inftrument,

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

[They greet privately, Bap. Lucentio is your name? of whence I pray? Tra. Of Pifa, Sir, fon to Vincentio.

Bap. A mighty man of Pifa; by report


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