Gru. Oh this woodcocke, what an asse it is. Hor. Grumio mum: God faue you fignior Gremio. Aboute a schoolemaster for the faire Bianca, And by good fortune I haue lighted well And other bookes, good ones, I warrant yee, To faire Bianca, fo beloued of me. Gre. Beloued of me, and that my deeds fhall prone. Hor. Gremio, 'tis now time to vent our loue, Ile tell you newes indifferent good for either. Petr. I know she is an irksome brawling fcold: If that be all masters, I heare no harme. Gre. No, fayft me fo, friend? what countreyman? Gre Gre. Oh fir, fuch a life with fuch a wife, were strange: But if you haue ftomacke, too't a Gods name, You shall haue me affisting you in all. But will you woo this wild-cat?' Petr. Will I liue? Gru. Wil he woo her? I: or Ile hang her. Loud larums, neighing fteeds, and trumpets clangue? That giues not halfe so great a blow to heare, As wil a cheffe-nut in a farmers fire. Tufh, tufh, feare boyes with bugs. Gru. For he feares none. This gentleman is happily arriu'd; My minde prefumes for his owne good, and yours. And beare his charge of wooing whatsoere. Gre. And fo we will, prouided that he win her. Enter Tranio braue, and Biondello. Tra. Gentlemen God faue you. If I may be bold Tell me I beseech you which is the readiest way To the house of fignior Baptifta Minola? Bion. He that ha's the two faire daughters: ift he you meane ? Tra. Euen he Biondello. Gre. Hearke you fir, you meane not her to――― Tra. Perhaps him and her fir, what haue you to do? Tra. I loue no chiders fir: Biondello, let's away. Hor. Sir a word ere you go: Are you a futor to the maid you talke of, yea or no? Tra. And I be fir, is it any offence ? Gre. No if without more words you will get you hence,' Tra. Why fir, I pray you are not the streets as free for me, as for you? Gre. But fo is not she. Tra. For what reason I beseech you. Gre. For this reafon if you'l kno. That she's the choice loue of fignior Gremio. Hor. That she is the chofen of fignior Hortenfio. To whom my father is not all vnknowne, Gre. What, this gentleman will out-talke vs all. Did you yet euer see Baptiftas daughter ? Fra. Tra. No fir, but heare I do that he hath two : Petr. Sir, fir, the firft's for me, let her go by. Petr. Sir vnderstand you this of me (infooth) Tra. If it be fo fir, that you are the man Hor. Sir you fay wel, and well you do conceiue, Tra, Sir, I shall not be flacke, in figne whereof, And do as aduerfaries do in law, Striue mightily, but eate and drinke as friends. Gru. Bion. Oh excellent motion: fellowes let's be gon. Petruchio, I shall be your Been venuto. Enter Katherina and Bianca. Exeunt. Bian. Good fifter wrong me not, nor wrong yourselfe, To make a bondmaide and a flaue of mee, That That I difdaine: but for these other goods, Kate. Of all thy futors heere I charge tell Which I could fancie, more then any other. Kate. Minion thou lyeft; It's not Hortenfio? Bian. Is it for him you do enuie me fo? Ka. If that be ieft, then all the rest was fo. Enter Baptifta, Strikes her. Bap. Why how now dame, whence growes this infolence? Bianca, ftand afide, poore gyrle fhe weepes: Go ply the needle, meddle not with her. For shame thou hilding of a diuellish spirit, Why dost thou wrong her, that did nere wrong thee? When did thee crosse thee with a bitter word? Flies after Bianca. Bap. What in my fight? Bianca get thee in. Exit. |