Gre. I cannot tell; but I had as lief take her Dowry with this Condition, to be whip'd at the High-crofs every Morning. Hor. Faith, as you fay, there's fmall choice in rotten Apples: Come, fince this bar in Law makes us Friends, it fhall be fo forth friendly maintain'd, 'till by helping Baptifta's eldest Daughter to a Husband, we fet 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 fay you, Signior Gremio? Gre. I am agreed, and would I had given him the best Horfe in Padua to begin his wooing that would throughly woo her, wed her, and bed her, and rid the House of her. Come on. [Exeunt Gre. and Hor. Manet Tra. and Lucen, Tra. I pray, Sir, tell me, is it poffible That Love fhould on a fudden take fuch hold? Tra. Mafter, it is no time to chide you now, If Love has touch'd you, nought remains but so, Luc. Gramercy, Lad; go forward, this contents, That made great Jove to humble him to her Hand, Tra. Saw you no more? Mark'd you not how her Sifter Began to Scold, and raise up such a Storm, That That mortal Ears might hardly endure the Din. Thus it ftands: Tra. Nay, then 'tis time to stir him from his Trance: Luc. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel Father's he! Tra. Mafter, for my Hand, Both our Inventions meet and jump in one. Tra. You will be School-mafter, And undertake the teaching of the Maid: That's your Device. Luc. It is: May it be done? Tra. Not poffible: For who fhall bear your part, Keep House, and ply his Book, welcome his Friends, Luc. Bafta, content thee, for I have it full. In brief, Sir, fith it your pleasure is, And I am tied to be obedient, For fo your Father charg'd me at our parting; Because fo well I love Lucentio. Luc. Tranio, be fo, becaufe Lucentio loves; Here comes the Rogue. Sirra, where have you been? Bion. Ay, Sir, ne'er a whit. Luc. And not a jot of Tranio in Tranio is chang'd into Lucentio. your Mouth, Bion. The better for him, would I were fo too. Tra. So would I, 'faith Boy, to have the next Wish after, that Lucentio indeed had Baptifta's youngest Daughter. But, Sirra, not for my fake, but your Mafter's, I advise you ufe your Manners difcreetly in all kind of Companies: When I am alone, why then I am Tranio; but in all Places elfe, your Mafter Lucentio. Luc. Tranio, let's go : One thing more refts, that thy felf execute, To make one 'mong thefe Wooers; if thou ask me why, Sufficeth my Reafons are both good and weighty. [Exeunt. The The Prefenters above speak. 1 Man. My Lord, you nod, you do not mind the Play. Sly. Yes, by Saint Anne, do I; a good matter furely. Come's there any more of it? Lady. My Lord, 'tis but begun. Sly. 'Tis a very excellent piece of Work, Madam Lady, would 'twere done. ACT II. [They fit and mark SCENE I. Enter Petruchio, and Grumio. Pet. Erona for a while I take my leave, To fee Friends in Padua; but of all My best beloved and approved Friend, Hortenfo; and I trow this is the House: Here Sirra, Grumio, knock I say. Gru. Knock, Sir? whom fhould I knock? Is there any Man has rebus'd your Worship? Pet. Villain, I fay, knock me here foundly. Gru. Knock you here, Sir? Why, Sir, what am I, Sir, That I should knock you here Sir? Pet. Villain, I fay, knock me at this Gate, And rap me well, or I'll knock your Knave's Pate. I should knock you firft, And then I know after, who comes by the worst. "Faith, Sirra, and you'll not knock, I'll ring it,' I'll [He rings him by the Ears. Gru. Help, Miftrefs, help, my Mafter is mad. Pets Now knock when I bid you: Sirra, Villain. Enter Hortenfio. Ho How now, what's the matter? My old Friend Grymio, and my good Friend Petruchio! How do you all at Ferona? Per Signior Hortenfio, come you to part the Fray? Commi-le core bene trovato, may I fay. Hor. Hor. Alla noftra casa ben venuto multo honorato Signior mio Petruchio. Rise, Grumio, we will compound this Quarrel. Gru. Nay, 'tis no matter, 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 foundly, Sir. Well, was it fit for a Servant to use his Mafter fo, being perhaps, for ought I fee, two and thirty, a peep out? Whom would to God I had well knock'd at firft, then had not Grumio come by the worst. Pet. A fenfelefs Villain. Good Hortenfio, Gru. Knock at the Gate? O Heav'ns! Spake you not thefe words plain? Sirra, Knock me here, rap me here, knock me well, and knock me foundly? And come you now with knocking at the Gate? Pet. Sirra, be gone, or talk not, I advise you. Pet. Such Wind as fcatters young Men through the World, Antonio my Father is deceas'd, And I have thruft my felf into this maze, Happily to Wive and Thrive, as beft I may: Hor. Petruchio, fhall I then come roundly to thee, Pet. Signior Hortenfio, 'twixt fuch Friends as we One |