Upon agreement from us to his liking, Hortensio, have you told him all her faults? Pet. I know, she is an irksome brawling scold; Gre. No, say'st me so, friend? What countryman? My father dead, my fortune lives for me; And I do hope good days, and long, to see. Gre. O, Sír, such a life, with such a wife, were strange : But will you woo this wild cat? Pet. Will I live? Gru. Will he woo her? ay, or I'll hang her. Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang? That gives not half so great a blow to the ear, As will a chestnut in a farmer's fire? Tush! tush! fear boys with bugs.* Gru. For he fears none. Gre. Hortensio, hark! This gentleman is happily arrived, [Aside. [Aside. My mind presumes, for his own good, and yours. 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. [Aside. Enter TRANIO, bravely apparelled; 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 Baptista Minola? Gre. He that has the two fair daughters: is't [Aside to TRA NIO] 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 pray. Luc. Well begun, Tranio. * Fright boys with bug-bears. [Aside. Hor. Sir, a word ere you go ; Are you a suitor to the maid you talk of, yea, or no? Gre. No; if, without more words, you will get you hence. For me, as for you? Gre. But so is not she. Tra. For what reason, I beseech you? Gre. For this reason, if you'll know,- To whom my father is not all unknown; Gre. What! this gentleman will out-talk us all. Pet. Sir, Sir, the first's for me; let her go by. Pet. Sir, understand you this of me, insooth:-- Tra. If it be so, Sir, then you are the man For our access,-whose hap shall be to have her, Hor. Sir, you say well, and well you do conceive; Tra. Sir, I shall not be slack: in sign whereof, * Ungrateful. Wear away. And so as adversaries* do in law, Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends. Gre. Bion. O excellent motion! Fellows, let's be gone. Petruchio, I shall be your ben venuto. [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I-The same. A Room in BAPTISTA's House. Bian. Good sister, wrong me not, nor wrong yourself, That I disdain: but for these other gawds,† Kath. Of all thy suitors, here I charge thee, tell Kath. Minion, thou liest; Is't not Hortensio ? Bian. Is it for him you do envy me so? Enter BAPTISTA, [Strikes her. Bap. Why, how now, dame! whence grows this insolence ?- Go ply thy needle; meddle not with her.- Why dost thou wrong her that did ne'er wrong thee? Kath. Her silence flouts me, and I'll be revenged. [Flies after BIANCA. Bap. What, in my sight?-Bianca, get thee in. [Exit BIANCA. Kath. Will you not suffer me? Nay, now I see She is your treasure, she must have a husband; I must dance bare-foot on her wedding-day, * I. e. opposing advocates. + Trifling ornaments. And, for your love to her, lead apes in hell. [Exit KATHARINA. Bap. Was ever gentleman thus grieved as I; But who comes here ? Enter GREMIO, with LUCENTIO in the habit of a mean man ; PETRUCHIO, with HORTENSIO as a 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, call'd Katharina. Gre. You are too blunt, go to it orderly. 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, Am bold to show myself a forward guest Within your house, to make mine eye the witness Of that report which I so oft have heard. And, for an entrance to my entertainment, I do present you with a man of mine,. [Presenting HORTENSIO. To instruct her fully in those sciences, His name is Licio, born in Mantua. Bap. You're welcome, Sir; and he, for your good sake: But for my daughter Katharine,-this I know, She is not for your turn, the more my grief. Pet. I see you do not mean to part with her; Or else you like not of my company. 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. Let us, that are poor petitioners, speak too: Pet. Q, pardon me, signior Gremio; I would fain be doing. Gre. I doubt it not, Sir; but you will curse your wooing.Neighbour, this is a gift very grateful, I am sure of it. To express the like kindness myself, that have been more kindly beholden to you than any, I freely give unto you this young scholar [Presenting LUCENTIO], that hath been long studying 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.-But, gentle Sir [To TRANIO], 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; Unto Bianca, fair, and virtuous. Nor is your firm resolve unknown to me, That, upon knowledge of my parentage, I may have welcome 'mongst the rest that woo, And, toward the education of your daughters And this small packet of Greek and Latin books, Bap. Lucentio is your name? of whence, I pray? Bap. A mighty man of Pisa; by report I know him well: you are very welcome, Sir. Take you [To HOR.] the lute, and you [To Luc.] the set of books, You shall go see your pupils presently. Holla, within! Sirrah, lead Enter a SERVANT. These gentlemen to my daughters; and tell them both, These are their tutors; bid them use them well. [Exit SERVANT, with HORTENSIO, LUCENTIO, and BIONDELLO. We will go walk a little in the orchard, And then to dinner: You are passing welcome, And so I pray you all to think yourselves. Pet. Signior Baptista, my business asketh haste, And every day I cannot come to woo. You knew my father well; and in him, me, Bap. Ay, when the special thing is well obtain❜d, Pet. Why, that is nothing; for I tell you, father, |