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Gru. Oh this woodcocke, what an asse it is.
Petru. Peace firra.
Hor. Grumio mum : God saue you signior Gremio.
Gre. And you are wel met, signior Hortenso.
Trow you whither I am going? To Baptista Minola,
I promist to enquire carefully
Aboute a schoolemaster for the faire Bianca,
And by good fortune I haue lighted well
On this yong man: for learning and behauiour
Fit for her turne, well read in poetrie
And other bookes, good ones, I warrant yee.
Hor. 'Tis well : and I haue met a gentleman
Hath promist me to helpe one to another,
A fine musitian to instruct our mistris,
So shall I no whit be behind in dutie,
To faire Bianca, so beloued of me.
Gre. Beloued of me, and that my deeds shall proue.
Gru. And that his bags shall proue.
Hor. Gremio, 'tis now time to vent our loue,
Listen to me, and if you speake me faire,
Ile tell you newes indifferent good for either.
Heere is a gentleman whom by chance I met
Vpon agreement from vs to his liking,
Will vndertake to woo curst Katherine,
Yea and to marrie her, if her dowrie please.
Gre. So said, so done, is well :
Hortenso, haue you told him all her faults ?
Petr. I know she is an irksome brawling scold:
If that be all masters, I heare no harme.
Gre. No, fayft me fo, friend? what countreyman?
Petr. Borre in Verona, old Butonios fonne :
My father dead, my fortune liues for me,
And I do hope good dayes and long, to fee.,
Gre. Oh sir, such a life with such a wife, were strange :
But if you haue stomacke, too't a Gods name,
You shall haue me assisting you in all.
But will you woo this wild.cat ?'
Petr. Will I liue ?
Gru. Wil he woo her? I: or Ile hang her.
Petr. Why came I hither, but to that intent?
Thinke you, a little dinne can daunt mine eares ?
Haue I not in my time heard lyons rore ?
Haue I not heard the sea, puft vp with windes,
Rage like an angry boare, chafed with sweat ?
Haue I not heard great ordnance in the field ?
And heauens artillerie thunder in the skies?
Haue I not in a pitched battell heard
Loud larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets clangue ?
And do you tell me of a womans tongue ?
That giues not halfe so great a blow to heare,
As wil a chelle-nut in a farmers fire.
Tuh, tush, feare boyes with bugs.
Gru. For he feares none,
Grem. Hortensio hearke:
This gentleman is happily arriu'd ;
My minde presumes for his owne good, and yours.
Hor. I promift we would be contributors,
And beare his charge of wooing whatsoere.
Gre. And so we will, prouided that he win her.
Gru. I would I were as sure of a good dinner.
Enter Tranio braut, and Biondello.
Tra. Gentlemen God saue you. If I may be bold
Tell me I beseech you which is the readiest way
To the house of signior Baptifta Minola?
Bion. He that ha's the two faire daughters : ist 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?
Petr. Not her that chides fir, at any hand I pray.
Tra. I loue no chiders fir : Biondello, let's away.
Luc. Well begun Tranio.
Hor. Sir a word ere you go :
a sutor 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 sir, I pray you 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'l kno.
That she's the choice loue of signior Gremio.
Hor. That she is the chosen of signior Hortenfio.
Tra. Softly my masters: if you be gentlemen
Do me this right : heare me patience,
Baptista is a noble gentleman,
To whom my father is not all vnknowne,
And were his daughter fairer then she is,
She may more sutors haue, and me for one.
Faire Lædaes daughter had a thousand wooers,
Then well one more may faire Bianca haue ;
And so the shall: Lucentio shall make one,
Though Paris came, in hope to speede alone.
Gre. What, this gentleman will out-talke vs all.
Luc. Giue him head, I know hee'l proue a iade.
Petr. Hortensio, to what end are all these words?
Hor. Sir, let me be so bold as aske you,
Did you yet euer sçe Baptistas daughter?
Tra. No sir, but heare I do that he hath two :
The one, as famous for a scolding tongue,
As is the other, for beautious modestie.
Petr. Sir, fir, the first's for me, let her go by.
Gre. Yea leaue that labour to great Hercules,
And let it be more then Alcides (welue.
Petr. Sir vaderstand you this of me (infooth)
The yongest daughter whom you hearken for,
Her father keepes from all accesfe of sucors
And will not promise her to any man,
Vntil the elder sister first be wed.
The yoager then is free, and not before.
Tra. If it be so sir, that you are the man
Muft steed vs all, and me amongst the rest :
And if you breake the ice, and do this seeke,
Atchieue the elder, set the yonger free,
For our accesse, whose hap shall be to haue her,
Wil not so gracelesse be, to be ingrate.
Hor. Sis you say wel, and well you do conceiue,
And fince you do professe to be a sutor,
You must as we do, gratifie this gentleman,
To whom we all rest generally beholding.
Tra. Sir, I shall not be Nacke, in signe whereof,
Please ye we may contriue this afternoone,
And quaffe carouses to our mistresse health,
And do as aduersaries do in law,
Striue mightily, but eate and drinke as friends.
Gru. Bion. Oh excellent motion : fellowes let's be gon.
Hor. The motions good indeed, and be it so, Petruchio, I shall be your Been venuto.
Enter Katherina and Bianca.
Bian. Good sister wrong me not, nor wrong yourselfe,
To make a bondmaide and a sauc of mee,
That I disdaine : but for these other goods,
Vnbind my hands, Ile pull them off myselfe,
Yea all my rayment, to my petticoate,
Or what you will commaund me, will I do,
So well I know my dutie to my elders.
Kate. Of all thy futors heere I charge tell
Whom thou lou'st best : see thou dissemble not.
Bianca. Beleeue me fifter, of all the men aliue,
I neuer yet beheld that speciall face,
Which I could fancie, more then any other.
Kate. Minion thou lyest; It's not Hortenfio ?
Bian. If thou affect him Gifter heere I sweare
lle plead for you myselfe, but you shall haue him.
Kate. Oh then belike you fancie riches more.
You will haue Gremio to keepe you faire.
Bian. Is it for him you do enuie mc so?
Nay then you iest, and now I well perceiue
You have but iested with me all this while:
I pre thee fister Kate vnite my hands.
Ka. If that be iest, then all the rest was so.
Bap. Why how now dame, whence growes this infolence ?
Bianca, stand alide, poore gyrle she weepes :
Go ply the needle, meddle not with her.
For shame thou hilding of a diuellich spirit,
Why dost thou wrong her, that did nere wrong thee?
When did thee crosse thee with a bitter word ?
Kate. Her filence Aouts me, and Ile be reueng'd.
Flies after Bianca.
Bap. What in my fight? Bianca get thee in. Exit.
Kate. What will you not suffer me : nay now I see
She is your freasure, the must have a husband,