To mine own children in good bringing-up; [Exit. [Exit. Kath. Why, and I trust, I may go too; may I not? What! shall I be appointed hours, as though, belike, I knew not what to take, and what to leave? Ha! Gre. You may go to the devil's dam: your gifts are so good, Their love is not so great, Hortensio, together, and fast it fairly out: our Farewell: yet, for the love I bear my sweet Bianca, if I can by any means light on a fit man to teach her that wherein she delights, I will wish him to her father. here's none will hold you. but we may blow our nails cake's dough on both sides. Hor. So will I, signior Gremio: but a word, I pray. Though the nature of our quarrel yet never brook'd parle, know now upon advice, it toucheth us both, that we may yet again have access to our fair mistress, and be happy rivals in Bianca's love, to labour and effect one thing 'specially. Gre. What's that, I pray? Hor. Marry, Sir, to get a husband for her sister. Gre. A husband! a devil. Hor. I say, a husband. Gre. I say, a devil. Think'st thou, Hortensio, though her father be very rich, any man is so very a fool to be married to hell? Hor. Tush, Gremio! though it pass your patience, and mine, to endure her loud alarums, why, man, there be good fellows in the world, an a man could light on them, would take her with all faults, and money enough. Gre. I cannot tell, but I had as lief take her dowry with this condition, to be whipped at the high-cross every morning. Hor. 'Faith, as you say, there's small choice in rotten apples. But, come; since this bar in law makes us friends, it shall be so far forth friendly maintained, till by helping Baptista's eldest daughter to a husband, we set his youngest free for a husband, and then have to 't afresh. - Sweet Bianca! Happy man be his dole! He that runs fastest gets the ring. How say you, signior Gremio? Gre. I am agreed: and 'would I had given him the best horse in Padua to begin his wooing, that would thoroughly woo her, wed her, and bed her, and rid the house of her. Come on. [Exeunt GREMIO and HORTensio. Tra. [Advancing.] I pray, Sir, tell me, is it possible That love should of a sudden take such hold? Luc. O, Tranio! till I found it to be true, I never thought it possible, or likely; Tra. Master, it is no time to chide you now; If love have touch'd you, nought remains but so, Luc. Gramercies, lad; go forward: this contents; The rest will comfort, for thy counsel's sound. Tra. Master, you look'd so longly on the maid, Perhaps you mark'd not what's the pith of all. Luc. O! yes, I saw sweet beauty in her face, That made great Jove to humble him to her hand, Tra. Saw you no more? mark'd you not, how her sister That mortal ears might hardly endure the din? Luc. Tranio, I saw her coral lips to move, And with her breath she did perfume the air: Tra. Nay, then, 't is time to stir him from his trance. I pray, awake, Sir: if you love the maid, Thus it stands: Her elder sister is so curst and shrewd, Luc. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel father's he! Tra. Ay, marry, am I, Sir; and now 't is plotted. Tra. Not possible; for who shall bear your part, Keep house, and ply his book; welcome his friends; Luc. Basta; content thee; for I have it full. We have not yet been seen in any house, In brief, Sir, sith it your pleasure is, [They exchange habits. (For so your father charg'd me at our parting; “Be serviceable to my son," quoth he, Although, I think, 't was in another sense,) I am content to be Lucentio, Because so well I love Lucentio. Luc. Tranio, be so, because Lucentio loves, Here comes the rogue. Enter BIONdello. you - Sirrah, where have been? Bion. Where have I been? Nay, how now? where are you? Master, has my fellow Tranio stol'n your clothes, Or you stol'n his, or both? pray, what's the news? And therefore frame your manners to the time. Bion. I, Sir? ne'er a whit. Bion. The better for him; 'would I were so too! Tra. So would I, 'faith, boy, to have the next wish after, That Lucentio, indeed, had Baptista's youngest daughter. But, sirrah, not for my sake, bout your master's, I advise You use you manners discreetly in all kind of companies: When I am alone, why, then I am Tranio; But in all places else, your master, Lucentio. Luc. Tranio, let's go. One thing more rests, that thyself execute; To make one among these wooers: if thou ask me why, [Exeunt. 1 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, 't is but begun. Siy. 'Tis a very excellent piece of work, madam lady; would 't were done! SCENE II. The Same. Before HORTENSIO's House. 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 then I know after who comes by the worst. 'Faith, sirrah, an you 'll not knock, I'll wring it: I should knock [He wrings GRUMIO by the ears. Gru. Help, masters, help! my master is mad. 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 core ben trovato, may I say. |