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Kath. Minion, thou liest. Is't not Hortensio? Bian. If you affect him, sister, here I swear, I'll plead for you myself, but you shall have him.
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. Gre. You are too blunt; go to it orderly. Pet. You wrong me, seignior Gremio; give me leave.I am a gentleman of Verona, sir, That,— hearing of her beauty and her wit,
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;
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:
Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench;
Bap. Well, go with me, and be not so discomfited.
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,
Pet. You lie, in faith; for you are called plain Kate,
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.
Well ta'en, and like a buzzard.