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Hor. Now shall my Friend Petruchio do me grace,
And offer me disguis'd in fober robes
To old Baptista as a school-master,
Well seen in musick, to instruct Bianca ;
That so I may by this device, at least,
Have leave and leisure to make love to her ;
And, unsuspected, court her by her self.

'Enter Gremio, and Lucentio disguis'd.
Gru. Here's no knavery! see, to beguile the old folks,
how the young folks lay their heads together.

Mafter, look about you : who goes there? ha. Hor. Peace, Grumio, 'tis the Rival of my

Petruchio, stand by a while.

Gru. A proper Stripling, and an amorous.
Gre, O, very well ; I have perus’d the note.
Hark you, Sir, I'll have them very fairly bound,
All books of love ; fee That, at any hand;
And fee, you read no other lectures to her:
You understand me Over and beside
Signior Baptista's liberality,
I'll mend it with a largefs. Take your papers too,
And let me have them very well perfum'd ;
For she is sweeter than perfume it self,
To whom they go : what will you read to her ?

Luc. Whate'er I read to her; I'll plead for you,
As for my Patron, stand you so assured ;
As firmly, as your self were still in place;
Yea, and, perhaps, with more successful words
Than you, unless you were a fcholar, Sir.

Gre. Oh this learning, what a thing it is !
Gru. Oh this woodcock, what an 'ass it is!
Pet. Peace, Sirrah.
Hor. Grumio, mum! God save you, Signior Gremio.

Gre. And you are well met, Signior Hortenfio. Trow you, whither I am going? to Baptifta Minola; I promis'd to enquire carefully about a school-master 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 war



rant ye.

Hor. 'Tis well; and I have met a gentleman,
Hath promis’d 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 belov'd of me.
Gre. Belov'd of me,-

and that my deeds fhall 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-wooe curst Catharine ;
Yea; and to marry her, if her dowry please.

Gre. So faid, fo done, is well ;-
Hortenfio, have you told him all her faults ?

Pet. I know, the is an irksome brawling Scold ;
If that be all, masters, I hear no harm.

Gre. No, sayest 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 fee.

Gre. Oh, Sir, such a life with such a wife were strange; But if you have a stomach, to't, o God's name: You shall have me afsifting 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 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 battel heard Loud larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets clangue? And do you

tell me of a woman's tongue, That gives not half so great a blow to hear, As will a chefnut in a farmer's fire ?


Tafh, tush, fear boys with bugs.

Gru. For he fears none.
Gre. Hortensio, hark:
This Gentleman is happily arriv'd,
My mind presumes, for his own good, and ours.

Hor. 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. To them Tranio bravely appareli'd, 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 Baptifta 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, Şir, I pray, are not the streets as free
For me, as for you?

Gre. But fo is not she.
Tra. For what re

on, 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 Hortenfo.

Tra. Softly, my masters; if you be gentlemen, ,
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 she is,
She may more suitors have, and me for ane.
Fair Leda's Daughter had a thousand wooers ;


Then well One more may fair Bianca have,
And so she fall. Lucentio shall 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 ?

Hor. Sir, let me be so bold as to ask you,
Did you yet ever fee Baptista's Daughter ?

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

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, insooth:
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 eldeft Sifter first be wed :

younger then is free, and not before.
Tra. If it be fo, Sir, that you are the man
Must steed us all, and me amongst the reft ;
And if you break the ice, and do this feat,
Atchieve 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 profefs to be a suitor,
You must, as we do, gratifie this Gentleman,
To whom we all rest generally beholden.
Tra. (8) Sir, I shall not be slack; in fign whereof,

Please (8) Sir, I fhall not be slack; in fign whereof,

Please yon, we may contrive this Afternoon,] What were they to contrive? Or how is it any Testimony of Tranio's consenting to be liberal, that he will join in contriving with them? In short, a foolish Corruprion possesses the Place, that quite ftrips the Poet of his intended Humour. Tranio is but a suppos'd Gentleman: His Habit is all the Gentility he has about him: and the Poet, I am persuaded, meant that


Please ye, we may convive 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 ! 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, surely! 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!

A c T 11. SCENE, Baptista's House in Padua,

Enter Catharina and Bianca.


OOD Sifter, wrong me not, nor wrong your


To make a bond-maid and a slave of me; That I disdain ; (9) but for these other Gawds, Unbind

my hands, l'il pull them off my self; the Servingman's Qualities should break out upon him; and that his Mind should rather run on good Cheer than Contrivances. The Word is regularly deriv'd from Convivium and convivor of the Latines,

(9) But for these other Goods,] This is so trifling and unexpressive a Word, that, I am fatisfied Our Author wrote, Gawds, (i. e. Toys, trifling Ornaments ;) a Term that he free quently uses and seems fond of,


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