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Hor. Now shall my Friend Petruchio do me grace,
'Enter Gremio, and Lucentio disguis'd.
Mafter, look about you : who goes there? ha. Hor. Peace, Grumio, 'tis the Rival of my
Gru. A proper Stripling, and an amorous.
Luc. Whate'er I read to her; I'll plead for you,
Gre. Oh this learning, what a thing it is !
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
Hor. 'Tis well; and I have met a gentleman,
and that my deeds fhall prove. Gru. And that his bags shall prove.
Hor. Gremio, 'tis now no time to vent our love.
Gre. So faid, fo done, is well ;-
Pet. I know, the is an irksome brawling Scold ;
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.
Hor. I promis'd, we would be contributors ;
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.
Hor. Sir, a word, ere you go :.
Tra. An if I be, Sir, is it any offence ?
Tra. Why, Şir, I pray, are not the streets as free
Gre. But fo is not she.
on, I beseech you?
Hor. That she's the chosen of Signior Hortenfo.
Tra. Softly, my masters; if you be gentlemen, ,
Then well One more may fair Bianca have,
Gre. What, this Gentleman will out-talk us all!
Hor. Sir, let me be so bold as to ask you,
Tra. No, Sir; but hear I do, that he hath two:
Pet. Sir, Sir, the first's for me ; let her go by.
Gre. Yea, leave that labour to great Hercules;
Pet. Sir, understand you this of me, insooth:
younger then is free, and not before.
Hor. Sir, you say well, and well you do conceive:
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,
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.
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,