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Gru. O this woodcock, what an ass it is!
Pet. Peace, sirrah!

Hor. Grumio, mum!

God save you, Signior

Gre. And you are well met, Signior Hortensio. Trow you whither I am going? To Baptista Minola I promised to inquire carefully

About a schoolmaster for the fair Bianca :

And by good fortune I have lighted well

On this young man, for learning and behaviour
Fit for her turn, well read in poetry

And other books, good ones, I warrant ye.

Hor. 'Tis well; and I have met a gentleman
Hath promised me to help me to another,
A fine musician to instruct our mistress;
So shall I no whit be behind in duty
To fair Bianca, so beloved of me.

Gre. Beloved of me; and that my deeds shall prove.

Gru. And that his bags shall prove.

Hor. Gremio, 'tis now no time to vent our love : 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 woo curst Katharine, 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 harm.

Gre. No, say'st me so, friend? What country


Pet. Born in Verona, old Antonio's son:

My father dead, my fortune lives for me;

161. woodcock, gull, simpleton. 181. indifferent, equally.




And I do hope good days and long to see.

Gre. O sir, such a life, with such a wife, were

But if you have a stomach, to 't i' God's name:
You shall have me assisting you in all.

But will you woo this wild-cat?


Will I live?

Gru. Will he woo her? ay, or I'll hang her.
Pet. Why came I hither but to that intent?
Think you a little din can daunt mine 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 heaven's artillery thunder in the skies?
Have I not in a pitched battle heard

Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang?
And do you tell me of a woman's tongue,
That gives not half so great a blow to hear

As will a chestnut in a farmer's fire?

Tush, tush! fear boys with bugs.

Gre. Hortensio, hark:

For he fears none.

This gentleman is happily arrived,

My mind presumes, for his own good and ours.
Hor. I promised 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.

Enter TRANIO brave, and Biondello. Tra. Gentlemen, God save you. If I may be bold,

211. fear, frighten.

ib. bugs, bogies, bugbears.



218. (Stage direction) brave, well dressed.

Tell me,

I beseech you, which is the readiest way 220 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, sir: what have you to do?

Pet. Not her that chides, sir, at any hand, I


Tra. I love no chiders, sir. Biondello, let s


Luc. Well begun, Tranio.
Sir, a word ere you go ;
Are you a suitor to the maid you talk of, yea or no?
Tra. And 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

For me as for you?


But so is not she.

Tra. For what reason, I beseech you?


For this reason, if you 'll know,

That she's the choice love of Signior Gremio.
Hor. That she's the chosen of Signior Hor-

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 not all unknown;
And were his daughter fairer than she is,

225. mean not her to -; Gremio apparently meant to add woo; but the text is probably incomplete, since the Eliza


bethans did not accompany hiatus in the sense with hiatus in the metre.

She may more suitors have and me for one.
Fair Leda's daughter had a thousand wooers;
Then well one more may fair Bianca have :
And so she shall; Lucentio shall make one,
Though 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

Pet. Hortensio, to what end are all these words?
Hor. Sir, let me be so bold as ask you,
Did you yet ever see Baptista's daughter?
Tra. No, sir; but hear I do that he hath two,
The one as famous for a scolding tongue
As is the other for beauteous modesty.

Pet. Sir, sir, the first '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 in sooth:
The youngest daughter whom you hearken for
Her father keeps from all access of suitors,
And will not promise her to any man
Until the elder sister first be wed:
The younger then is free and not before.

Tra. If it be so, sir, that you are the man
Must stead us all and me amongst the rest,
And if you break the ice and do this feat,
Achieve the elder, set the younger free
For our access, whose hap shall be to have her
Will not so graceless be to be ingrate.

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

244. Leda's daughter, Helen. 266. stead us, avail us in this emergency.

273. gratify, reward.

274. beholding, obliged.




Tra. Sir, I shall not be slack in sign whereof,
Please ye we may contrive this afternoon,
And quaff carouses to our mistress' health,
And do as adversaries do in law,

Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.
Gru. Bion. O excellent motion!

be gone.

Fellows, let's

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



SCENE I. Padua. A room in BAPTISTA'S


Bian. Good sister, wrong me not, nor wrong

To make a bondmaid 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.

Kath. Of all thy suitors, here I charge thee,

Whom thou lovest best: see thou dissemble not.
Bian. Believe me, sister, of all the men alive
I never yet beheld that special face

276. contrive, wear away, spend; a non - Shakespearean

sense of the word.

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280. motion, proposal.


282. I shall be your ben venuto, I will secure you a welcome.

3. gawas, fineries.

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