I must dance bare-foot on her wedding day,
And for your loue to her, lead apes in hell.
Talke not to me, I will go fit and weepe,
Till I can finde occafion of reuenge.

Bap. Was euer gentleman thus greeu'd as I?
But who comes heere.

Enter Gremio, Lucentio, in the habit of a meane man, Petruchio with Tranio, with his boy bearing a lute and books. Gre. Good morrow neighbour Baptifta.

Bap. Good morrow neighbour Gremio: God faue you gentlemen.

Petr. And you good fir: pray haue you not a daughter cal'd Katerina, and vertuous.

Bap. I haue a daughter fir, cal'd Katerina.

Gre. You are to blunt, go to it orderly.

Petr. You wrong me fignior Gremio, giue me leaue ?

I am a gentleman of Verona fir,

That hearing of her beautie, and her wit,
Her affabilitie and bafhfull modeftie:

Her wondrous qualities, and mild behaviour,
Am bold to fhew myfelfe a forward guest
Within your houfe, to make mine eie the witneffe
Of that report, which I fo oft haue heard,
And for an entrance to my entertainment,
I do prefent you with a man of mine
Cunning in muficke, and the mathematickes,
To inftruct her fully in those sciences,
Whereof I know she is not ignorant,
Accept of him, or elfe you do me wrong,
His name is Litio, borne in Mantua.

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Bap. Y'are welcome fir, and he for your good fake:
But for my daughter Katerine, this I know,

She is not for your turne the more my greife.
Petr. I fee you do not meane to part with her,
Or else you like not of my companie.

Bap. Mistake me not, I fpeake but as I finde,
Whence are you fir ? what may I call your name.
Petr. Petruchio is my name Antonio's fonne,

A man well knowne throughout all Italy.

Bap. I know him well: you are welcome for his fake.

Gre. Sauing your tale Petruchio, I pray let vs that are poore petitioners fpeake too? Bacare, you are meruaylous

forward.

Petr. Oh, pardon me fignior Gremio, I would faine be doing.

Gre. I doubt it not fir. But you will curfe

Your wooing neighbors: this is a guift
Very gratefull, I am fure of it, to expresse
The like kindneffe myfelfe, that haue beene
More kindely beholding to you then any
Freely giue vnto this yong fcholler, that hath
Beene long studying at Rhemes, as cunning
In Greeke, Latine, and other languages,
As the other in muficke and mathematickes :
His name is Cambio : pray you accept his feruice.
Bap. A thousand thankes fignior Gremio:

Welcome good Cambio. But gentle fir,

Methinke you walke like a stranger,

May I be fo bold to know the cause of your comming?
Tra. Pardon me fir, the boldnesse is mine owne,

That being a stranger in this cittie heere,

Do make myselfe a futor to your daughter,
Vato Bianca, faire and vertuous:

Nor is your firme refolue, vnknowne to mee,

In the preferment of the eldeft fifter.
This libertie is all that I request,

That vpon knowledge of my parentage,

I may haue welcome 'mongst the reft that woo,
And towards the education of your daughters :
I hecre bestow a fimple inftrument,

And this small packet of Greeke and Latine bookes :
If you accept them, then their worth is great:
Bap. Lucentio is your name of whence I pray.
Tra. Of Pifa fir, fonne to Vincentio.
Bap. A mightie man of Pisa by report,
I know him well: you are verie welcome fir:
Take you the lute, and you the fet of bookes,
You shall go fee your pupils presently.
Holla, within.

Enter a Seruant.

Sirrah, lead these gentlemen

To my daughters, and tell them both

These are their tutors, bid them vse them well,

We will go walke a little in the orchard,
And then to dinner: you are paffing welcome,
And so I pray you all to thinke yourselues.

Pet. Signior Baptifta, my bufineffe asketh hafte,
And euery day I cannot come to woo,
You knew my father well, and in him me,
Left folie heire to all his lands and goods,

Which I haue bettered rather than decreast,
Then tell me, if I get your daughters loue,
What dowrie shall I haue with her to wife.

Bap. After my death, the one halfe of my lands,
And in poffeffion twentie thoufand crownes.

Pet.

Pet. And for that dowrie, Ile affure her of
Her widdow-hood, be it that fhe furuiue me
In all my lands and leafes whatsoeuer,

Let fpecialties be therefore drawne between vs,
That couenants may be kept on either hand.

Bap. I, when the speciall thing is well obtain'd,
That is her loue: for that is all in all.

Pet. Why that is nothing: for I tell you father,
I am as peremptorie as fhe proud minded:
And where two raging fires meete together,
They do confume the thing that feedes their furie.
Though litle fire growes great with litle winde,
Yet extreme gufts will blow out fire and all :
So I to her, and fo fhe yeelds to me,

For I am rough, and woo not like a babe.

Bap. Well maift thou woo, and happie be thy speed;

But be thou arm'd for fome vnhappie words.

Pet. I to the proofe, as mountaines are for windes, That shakes not, though they blow perpetually

Enter Hortenfio with his head broke.

Bap. How now my friend why doft thou looke so pale ?
Her. For feare I promise you, if I looke pale.

Bap. What will my daughter proue a good mufitian ?
Hor. I thinke (he'l proue a fouldier,

Iron

may hold with her but neuer lutes.

Bap. Why then thou canst not breake her to the lute?
Hor. Why no for she hath broke the lute to me:

I did but tell her she mistooke her frets,

And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering,

When (with a moift impatient diuellish spirit)

Frets call you these? (quoth fhe) Ile fume with them: . And with that word fhe ftroke me on the head,

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And through the instrument my pate made way,
And there I stood amazed for a while,

As on a pillorie, looking through the lute,
While fhe did call me rafcall, fidler,

and twangling lacke, with twentie fuch vilde tearmes,
As had she studied to misuse me so.

Pet. Now by the world, it is a luftie wench,
I loue her ten times more then ere I did,
Oh how I long to haue fome chat with her.

Bap. Well go with me, and be not fo difcomfited.
Proceed in practise with my yonger daughter,
She's apt to learne, and thankefull for good turnes :
Signior Petruchio, will you go with vs,

Or fhall I fend my daughter Kate to you.

Exit. Manet Petruchio.

Pet. I pray you do, Ile attend her heere,
And woo her with fome fpirit when she comes,
Say that the raile, why then Ile tell her plaine,
She fings as fweetly as a nightinghale:
Say that the frowne, Ile fay fhe lookes as cleare
As morning rofes newly wafht with dew:
Say the be mute, and will not speake a word,
Then Ile commend her volubility,
And fay fhe vttereth piercing eloquence :
If fhe do bid me packe, Ile giue her thankes,
As though the bid me stay by her a weeke :
If the denie to wed, Ile craue the day

When I shall afke the banes, and when be married.
But heere fhe comes, aud now Petruchio speake.

Enter Katerina.

Good morrow Kate, for thats your name I heare.

Kate. Well haue you heard, but fome thing hard of hearing:

They call me Katerine, that do talke of me.

Pet.