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Kath. Minion, thou liest. Is't not Hortensio ?
Bian. If you affect him, sister, here I swear,
Kath. O then, belike, you fancy riches more;
Bian. Is it for him you do envy me so?
[Strikes her. Enter BAPTISTA. Bap. Why, how now, dame! whence grows this inso
[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 barefoot on her wedding-day, And, for your love to her, lead apes in hell. Talk not to me; I will go sit and weep, Till I can find occasion of revenge. (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, neighbor Baptista.
Bap. Good-morrow, neighbor Gremio. God save you, gentlemen!
Pet. And you, good sir! Pray, have you not a daughter Called Katharina, fair and virtuous ?
Bap. I have a daughter, sir, called Katharina.
Pet. You wrong me, seignior Gremio; give me leave. —
Her affability, and bashful modesty,
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.
Gre. Saving your tale, Petruchio, I pray, Let us, that are poor petitioners, speak too. Baccare! you are marvellous forward. Pet. 0, pardon me, seignior Gremio; I would fain be
doing. Gre. I doubt it not, sir; but you will curse your wooing.-Neighbor, 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, seignior 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;
Nor is your firm resolve unknown to me,
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!
Enter a Servant.
Pet. Seignior Baptista, my business asketh haste,
Bap. After my death, the one half of my lands;
Pet. And for that dowry, I'll assure her of
Bap. Ay, when the special thing is well obtained;
Pet. Why, that is nothing; for I tell you, father, I am as peremptory as she proud-minded;
Bap. Ay, h may be kep drawn betu:
And where two raging fires meet together,
Bap. Well mayst thou woo, and happy be thy speed ! But be thou armed for some unhappy words.
Pet. Ay, to the proof; as mountains are for winds, That shake not, though they blow perpetually.
Re-enter HORTENSIO, with his head broken. . Bap. How now, my friend? Why dost thou look so pale? Hor. For fear, I promise you, if I look pale.. Bap. What, will my daughter prove a good musician?
Hor. I think she'll sooner prove a soldier ; Iron may hold with her, but never lutes.
Bap. Why then thou canst not break her to the lute ?
Hor. Why, no; for she hath broke the lute to me: I did but tell her, she mistook her frets, And bowed her hand to teach her fingering, When, with a most impatient, devilish spirit, Frets, call you these? quoth she; I'll füme with them; And, with that word, she struck me on the head, And through the instrument my pate made way; And there I stood amazed for a while, As on a pillory, looking through the lute; While she did call me, rascal fiddler, And, twangling Jack; with twenty such vile terms, As she had studied to misuse me so.
Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench; I love her ten times more than e'er I did. 0, how I long to have some chat with her.
Bap. Well, go with me, and be not so discomfited. Proceed in practice with my younger daughter; She's apt to learn, and thankful for good turns.Seignior Petruchio, will you go with us ? Or shall I send my daughter Kate to you? 1 Pet. I pray you, do; I will attend her here,: [Exeunt BAPTISTA, GREMIO, TRANIO, and HORTENSIO. ' And woo her with some spirit when she comes. Say, that she rail; why then I'll tell her plain, She sings as sweetly as a nightingale. Say, that she frown; I'll say she looks as clear As morning roses newly washed with dew. Say, she be mute, and will not speak a word;
Then I'll commend her volubility,
Kate dainties are Kate of my in every toounded,
Kate dainties me, Koss praise hy beauties.)
Pet. You lie, in faith; for you are called plain Kate, And bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst : But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom, Kate of Kate-hall, my super-dainty Kate, For dainties are all cates; and therefore, Kate, Take this of me, Kate of my consolation ;Hearing thy mildness praised in every town, Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauties sounded, (Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs,) Myself am moved to woo thee for my wife.
Kath. Moved ! in good time; let him that moved you
Why, what's a movable ?
Thou hast hit it; come, sit on me.
Pet. Alas, good Kate, I will not burden thee For knowing thee to be but young and light,
Kath. Too light for such a swain as you to catch ; And yet as heavy as my weight should be.
Pet. Should be ? should buzz.