Tra. An if I be, fir, is it any offence? Gre. No; if, without more words, you will get you hence. Tra. Why, fir, I pray, are not the streets as free For me, as for you? Gre. But fo is not fhe. Tra. For what reafon, I beseech you? Gre. For this reason, if you'll know: She's the choice love of fignior Gremio. Hor. She is the chofen of Hortenfio. Tra. Softly, my mafters! if you be gentlemen, To whom my father is not all unknown; Gre. What! this gentleman will outtalk us all. Did you yet ever fee Baptifta's daughter ? Tra. No, fir; but hear I do that he hath two: Pet. Sir, fir, the firft's for me; let her go by. Pet. Sir, underftand you this of me, infooth: The younger then is free, and not before. Tra. Tra. If it be fo, fir, that you are the man Hor. Sir, you fay well, and well do you conceive: You muft, as we do, gratify this gentleman, To whom we all reft generally beholden. Tra. Sir, I shall not be slack; in sign whereof, 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 so; Petruchio, I fhall be your ben venuto. [Exeunt. I Man. My lord, you nod, you do not mind the play. Sly. Yea, by faint 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! WOOD fifter, wrong me not, nor wrong yourself, G That I difdain: but for thefe other gaudes, Unbind my hands, I'll pull them off myself, 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 I never yet beheld that special face Cath. Minion, thou lieft; is't not Hortenfio? Bian. Is it for him you do fo envy me? Enter Baptifta. [Strikes ber. Bap. Why, how now, dame, whence grows this infolence? Bianca, ftand afide; poor girl, fhe weeps; Go, ply thy needle, meddle not with her. For shame, thou hilding of a devilish spirit, Why doft thou wrong her, that did ne'er wrong thee? [flies at Bianca. Bap. What, in my fight! Bianca, get thee in. [Exit. Bian. Bap. Was ever gentleman thus griev'd as I? But who comes here? SCENE II. Enter Gremio, Lucentio in the habit 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 fir! pray, have you not a daughter call'd Catharina, fair and virtuous? Bap. I have a daughter, fir, call'd Catharina. Gre. You are too blunt, go to it orderly. Pet. You wrong me, fignior Gremio; give me leave. I am a gentleman of Verona, fir, That, hearing of her beauty, and her wit, Her affability, and bashful modesty, Her wondrous qualities, and mild behaviour, [prefenting Hor: Within your house, to make mine eye the witness Bap. Y'are welcome, fir, and he, for your good fake. She is not for your turn, the more's my grief. Pet. I fee, you do not mean to part with her, Or elfe you like not of my company. Bap. Miftake me not, I fpeak but what I find. Whence Whence are you, fir? what may I call Bap. I know him well: you are welcome for his fake. Gre. Saving your tale, Petruchio, I pray, let us that are poor petitioners speak too. Baccalare! you are marvellous forward. Pet. O, pardon me, fignior Gremio; I would fain be doing. Gre. I doubt it not, fir, but you will curfe your wooing. Neighbour! this is a gift very grateful, I am fure of it. To express the like kindness myself, that have been more kindly beholden to you than any, free leave give to this young scholar, that hath been long studying at Reims, [presenting Luc.] 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, fignior Gremio: welcome, good Nor is your firm resolve unknown to me, That, upon knowledge of my parentage, I may have welcome 'mongst the rest that woo, And free accefs and favour as the reft. And toward the education of your daughters, And this small packet of Greek and Latin books. [they greet privately. I know him well; you are very welcome, fir. Take |