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But, sirrah, not for my sake, but your master's, I advise
You use your manners discreetly in all kind of companies :
When I am alone, why, then I am Tranio ;
Luc. Tranio, let's go. One thing more rests, that thyself execute, to make one among these wooers: if thou ask me why, sufficeth my reasons are both good and weighty. Exeunt. 250
The Presenters above speak. First Serv. My lord, you nod; you do not mind the play.
Sly. Yes, by Saint Anne, do I. A good matter, surely comes there any more of it?
Page. My lord, 'tis but begun.
Sly. 'Tis a very excellent piece of work, madam lady: would 'twere done! They sit and mark.
SCENE II.-The Same. Before HORTENSIO'S
Enter PETRUCHIO and GRUMIO.
Pet. Verona, for a while I take my leave,
Gru. Knock, sir! whom should I knock? is there any man has rebused your worship?
Pet. Villain, I say, knock me here soundly. Gru. Knock you here, sir! why, sir, what am I, sir, that I should knock you here, sir?
Pet. Villain, I say, knock me at this gate; And rap me well, or I'll knock your knave's pate. Gru. My master is grown quarrelsome. should knock you first,
And then I know after who comes by the worst. Pet. Will it not be?
Faith, sirrah, an you'll not knock, I'll ring it: I'll try how you can sol fa, and sing it.
He wrings GRUMIO by the ears. Gru. Help, masters, help! my master is mad. Pet. Now, knock when I bid you, sirrah villain! Enter HORTENSIO.
Hor. How now! what's the matter? My old friend Grumio, and my good friend Petruchio! How do you all at Verona ?
Pet. Signior Hortensio, come you to part the fray?
Con tutto il cuore ben trovato, may I say.
Hor. Alla nostra casa ben venuto; molto honorato signor mio Petruchio.
Rise, Grumio, rise: we will compound this quarrel. Gru. Nay, 'tis no matter, sir, what he 'leges in Latin. If this be not a lawful cause for me to leave his service, look you, sir, he bid me knock him and rap him soundly, sir: well, was it fit for a servant to use his master so; being perhaps, for aught I see, two-and-thirty, a pip
Spake you not these words plain, 'Sirrah, knock me here,
Rap me here, knock me well, and knock me soundly?'
And come you now with 'knocking at the gate'? Pet. Sirrah, be gone, or talk not, I advise you. Hor. Petruchio, patience; I am Grumio's pledge.
Why, this 's a heavy chance 'twixt him and you, Your ancient, trusty, pleasant servant Grumio. And tell me now, sweet friend, what happy gale Blows you to Padua here from old Verona ?
Pet. Such wind as scatters young men through
To seek their fortunes further than at home, Where small experience grows. But in a few, Signior Hortensio, thus it stands with me: Antonio, my father, is deceas'd,
And I have thrust myself into this maze, Haply to wive and thrive as best I may. Crowns in my purse I have and goods at home, And so am come abroad to see the world.
Hor. Petruchio, shall I then come roundly to thee,
And wish thee to a shrewd ill-favour'd wife? Thou'dst thank me but a little for my counsel; And yet I'll promise thee she shall be rich, And very rich but thou'rt too much my friend, And I'll not wish thee to her.
Pet. Signior Hortensio, 'twixt such friends as
Few words suffice; and therefore, if thou know
I come to wive it wealthily in Padua ;
Gru. Nay, look you, sir, he tells you flatly what his mind is: why, give him gold enough and marry him to a puppet or an aglet-baby; or an old trot with ne'er a tooth in her head, though she have as many diseases as two-and-fifty horses: why, nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal.
Hor. Petruchio, since we are stepp'd thus far in, I will continue that I broach'd in jest. I can, Petruchio, help thee to a wife With wealth enough, and young, and beauteous, Brought up as best becomes a gentlewoman: Her only fault, and that is faults enough, Is, that she is intolerable curst And shrewd and froward, so beyond all measure. That, were my state far worser than it is, I would not wed her for a mine of gold.
Pet. Hortensio, peace! thou know'st not gold's effect.
Tell me her father's name, and 'tis enough;
Pet. I know her father, though I know not her; And he knew my deceased father well.
I will not sleep, Hortensio, till I see her;
Hor. Tarry, Petruchio, I must go with thee,
For those defects I have before rehears'd,
Till Katharine the curst have got a husband. 130
A title for a maid of all titles the worst.
Whither I am going? To Baptista Minola.
Gre. Belov'd of me, and that my deeds shall
Gru. And that his bags shall prove.
Hortensio, have you told him all her faults? 190
Gre. No, say'st me so, friend? What country-
Pet. Born in Verona, old Antonio's son: Hor. Now shall my friend Petruchio do me My father dead, my fortune lives for me;
And offer me, disguis'd in sober robes,
Gru. Here's no knavery! See, to beguile the old folks, how the young folks lay their heads together! 142 Enter GREMIO, and LUCENTIO disguised, with books under his arm.
Master, master, look about you: who goes there, ha?
Hor. Peace, Grumio! 'tis the rival of my love.
Gru. A proper stripling, and an amorous!
I'll mend it with a largess. Take your papers too,
Gre. O! this learning, what a thing it is.
And I do hope good days and long to see.
Gre. O sir, such a life, with such a wife,
But if you have a stomach, to 't i' God's name:
Will I live?
Gru. Will he woo her? ay, or I'll hang her.
And do you tell me of a woman's tongue,
For he fears none.
Tell me, I beseech you, which is the readiest way
Hor. Grumio, mum! God save you, Signior, To the house of Signior Baptista Minola?
Gre. And you're well met, Signior Hortensio.
Gre. He that has the two fair daughters: is 't he you mean?
Tra. Even he. Biondello !
Tra. Why, sir, I pray, are not the streets as free 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, That she's the choice love of Signior Gremio. Hor. That she's the chosen of Signior Hortensio.
Tra. Softly, my masters! if you be gentlemen, Do me this right; hear me with patience. Baptista is a noble gentleman,
To whom my father is not all unknown;
Pet. Sir, understand you this of me in sooth: The youngest daughter, whom you hearken for, Her father keeps from all access of suitors, And will not promise her to any man Until the elder sister first be wed; The younger then is free, and not before.
Tra. If it be so, sir, that you are the man Must stead us all, and me amongst the rest ; And if you break the ice, and do this feat, Achieve the elder, set the younger free For our access, whose hap shall be to have her Will not so graceless be to be ingrate.
Hor. Sir, you say well, and well you do conceive; And since you do profess to be a suitor, You must, as we do, gratify this gentleman, To whom we all rest generally beholding.
Tra. Sir, I shall not be slack: in sign whereof, Please ye we may contrive this afternoon, And quaff carouses to our mistress' health, 280 And do as adversaries do in law, Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.
Gru., Bion. O excellent motion! Fellows, let's be gone.
Hor. The motion's good indeed, and be it so, Petruchio, I shall be your ben venuto.
SCENE I.-Padua. A Room in BAPTISTA'S House.
Enter KATHARINA and BIANCA.
Bian. Good sister, wrong me not, nor wrong yourself,
To make a bondmaid and a slave of me;
Kath. Of all thy suitors, here I charge thee, tell
Kath, Minion, thou liest. Is 't not Hortensio? I'll plead for you myself, but you shall have him. Bian. If you affect him, sister, here I swear
Kath. O then, belike, you fancy riches more: You will have Gremio to keep you fair.
Bian. Is it for him you do envy me so? Nay then you jest; and now I well perceive You have but jested with me all this while 20 I prithee, sister Kate, untie my hands. Kath. If that be jest, then all the rest was so. Strikes her.
Exeunt. I am a gentleman of Verona, sir,
That, hearing of her beauty and her wit,
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. Backare! you are marvellous forward. Pet. O! 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 beholding to you than any, 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. To TRANIO. But, gentle sir, 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,
I may have welcome 'mongst the rest that woo,
I know him well: you are very welcome, sir.
Enter a Servant.
Sirrah, lead these gentlemen
To my two daughters, and then 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,
Pet. Signior Baptista, my business asketh haste,
And every day I cannot come to woo.
Bap. After my death the one half of my lands, And in possession twenty thousand crowns.
Pet. And, for that dowry, I'll assure her of Her widowhood, be it that she survive me, In all my lands and leases whatsoever. Let specialties be therefore drawn between us, That covenants may be kept on either hand.
Bap. Ay, when the special thing is wellobtain'd, That is, her love; for that is all in all.
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 They do consume the thing that feeds their fury: Though little fire grows great with little wind, Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all; So I to her and so she yields to me; For I am rough and woo not like a babe.
Bap. Well may'st thou woo, and happy be thy speed!
But be thou arm'd 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 broke.
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.
And with that word she struck me on the head,
Signior Petruchio, will you go with us,
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 wash'd with dew: Say she be mute and will not speak a word; Then I'll commend her volubility, And say she uttereth piercing eloquence: If she do bid me pack; I'll give her thanks, As though she bid me stay by her a week: If she deny to wed; I'll crave the day
When I shall ask the banns, and when be married.
But here she comes; and now, Petruchio, speak. Enter KATHARINA.
Good-morrow, Kate; for that's your name, I hear. Kath. Well have you heard, but something hard of hearing:
They call me Katharine that do talk of me.
And bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst;
Kath. Mov'd! in good time: let him that mov'd you hither
Remove you hence. I knew you at the first,
Why, what's a moveable?
Thou hast hit it: come, sit on me. Kath. Asses are made to bear, and so are you. Pet. Women are made to bear, and so are you. Kath. No such jade as bear you, if me you mean. 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. Kath. Well ta'en, and like a buzzard. Pet. O slow-wing'd turtle! shall a buzzard
Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will;
Pet. Did ever Dian so become a grove
Pet. It is extempore, from my mother-wit.
Yes; keep you warm. Pet. Marry, so I mean, sweet Katharine, in thy bed.
And therefore, setting all this chat aside,