Which I could fancy more than any other. Kath. Minion, thou liest. Is 't not Hortensio ? Bian. Is it for him you do envý me so? 20 Enter BAPTISTA. Bap. Why, how now, insolence? Bianca, stand aside. dame! whence grows this Poor girl! she weeps. Go ply thy needle; meddle not with her. For shame, thou hilding of a devilish spirit, Why dost thou wrong her that did ne'er wrong thee? When did she cross thee with a bitter word? Kath. Her silence flouts me, and I'll be re venged. [Flies after Bianca. Bap. What, in my sight? Bianca, get thee in. [Exit Bianca. Kath. What, will you not suffer me? Nay, now I see She is your treasure, she must have a husband; And for your love to her lead apes in hell. 26. hilding (term of abuse), low creature. 33. dance barefoot, i.e. without shoes, the custom of elder 30 unmarried sisters at the wedding of a younger. 34. lead apes in hell, the proverbial fate of old maids. Talk not to me: I will go sit and weep Till I can find occasion of revenge. [Exit, Bap. Was ever gentleman thus grieved as I? But who comes here? a Enter GREMIO, LUCENTIO in the habit of a mean man; PETRUCHIO, with HORTENSIO as musician; and TRANIO, with 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 Katharina, fair and virtuous? Bap. I have a daughter, sir, called Katharina. 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 modesty, Her wondrous qualities and mild behaviour, [Presenting Hortensio. His name is Licio, born in Mantua. 40 50 60 Bap. You're welcome, sir; and he, for your But for my daughter Katharine, this I know, Pet. I see you do not mean to part with her, Bap. Mistake me not; I speak but as I find. Whence are you, sir? what may I call your name? Pet. Petruchio is my name; Antonio's son, A man well known throughout all Italy. Bap. I know him well: you are welcome for his sake. Gre. Saving your tale, Petruchio, I pray, Let us, that are poor petitioners, speak too: Baccare! you are marvellous forward. Pet. O, pardon me, Signior Gremio; I would fain be doing. Gre. I doubt it not, sir; but you will curse your wooing. 70 Neighbour, this is a gift very grateful, I am sure of it. To express the like kindness, myself, that have been more kindly beholding to you than any, freely give unto you this young scholar [presenting Lucentio], that hath been long studying 80 at Rheims; as cunning, in Greek, Latin, and other languages, as the other in music and mathematics: his name is Cambio; pray, accept his service. Bap. A thousand thanks, Signior Gremio. Welcome, good Cambio. [To Tranio] But, gentle sir, methinks you walk like a stranger: may I be so bold to know the cause of your coming? Tra. Pardon me, sir, the boldness is mine own, 69. a man, etc., i.e. Antonio. 73. Baccare, back! retire! a cant term, said to have been coined in ridicule of some one who affected Latin without having it. That, being a stranger in this city here, Nor is your firm resolve unknown to me, That, upon knowledge of my parentage, I may have welcome, 'mongst the rest that woo, And this small packet of Greek and Latin books: Bap. Lucentio is your name; of whence, I Tra. Of Pisa, sir; son to Vincentio. Bap. A mighty man of Pisa; by report I know him well: you are very welcome, sir. Holla, within! 90 100 Enter a Servant. Sirrah, lead these gentlemen To my daughters; and tell them both. These are their tutors: bid them use them well. Biondello following, We will go walk a little in the orchard, And then to dinner. You are passing welcome, Pet. Signior Baptista, my business asketh haste, 103. Lucentio is your name. We may suppose, with Mr. Lee, that From Lucentio' or 110 the like was written on the parcel. 112. orchard, garden. You knew my father well, and in him me, Bap. After my death the one half of my lands, Pet. And, for that dowry, I'll assure her of Bap. Ay, when the special thing is well obtain❜d, Pet. Why, that is nothing; for I tell you, father, I am as peremptory as she proud-minded; And where two raging fires meet together They do consume the thing that feeds their fury: Though little fire grows great with little wind, Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all : So I to her and so she yields to me; For I am rough and woo not like a babe. Bap. Well mayst thou woo, and happy be thy speed! But be thou arm'd for some unhappy words. Pet Ay, to the proof; as mountains are for winds, That shake not, though they blow perpetually. Re-enter HORTENSIO, with his head broke. Bap. How now, my friend! why dost thou look so pale? 120 130 140 127. specialties, a specific deed of contract. E |