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Gru. And that his bags shall prove. [Aside.
Gre. So said, so done, is well :-
Pet. I know, she is an irksome brawling scold;
Pet. Born in Verona, old Antonio's son:
Gre. O, sir, such a life, with such a wife, were strange : But, if you have a stomach, to't o'God's name; You shall have me assisting you in all. But will you woo this wild cat? Pet.
Will I live? Gru. Will he woo her? ay, or I'll hang her. [Aside. Pet. Why came I hither, but to that intent? Think you, a little din can daunt mine ears? Have I not in my time heard lions roar? Have I not heard the sea, puff'd up with winds, Rage like an angry boar, chafed with sweat? Have I not heard great ordnance in the field, And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies? Have I not in a pitched battle heard Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang? And do you tell me of a woman's tongue; That gives not half so great a blow to the ear, As will a chesnut in a farmer's fire? Tush! tush! fear boys with bugs. Gru.
For he fears none.
[Aside. Gre. Hortensio, hark ! This gentleman is happily arriv'd, My mind presumes, for his own good and yours.
Hor. I promis'd, we would be contributors,
Gre. And so we will ; provided, that he win her.
[Aside. Enter Tranio, bravely apparelled; and BIONDELLO.
Tra. Gentlemen, God save you! If I may be bold, Tell me, I beseech you, which is the readiest way To the house of signior Baptista Minola?
Gre. He that has the two fair daughters:- is't [Aside to Tranio) he
Tra. Even he. Biondello!
[Aside. Hor. Sir, a word ere you go ;Are you a suitor to the maid you talk of, yea, or no?
Tra. An if I be, sir, is it any offence?
But so is not she.
Hor. That she's the chosen of signior Hortensio.
Tra. Softly, my masters! if you be gentlemen,
And so she shall; Lucentio shall make one,
Gre. What! this gentleman will out-talk us all.
Hor. Sir, let me be so bold as to ask you,
Tra. No, sir; but hear I do, that he hath two,
Pet. Sir, sir, the first's for me; let her go by.
Gre. Yea, leave that labour to great Hercules;
Pet. Sir, understand you this of me, insooth;-
Tra. If it be so, sir, that you are the man
Hor. Sir, you say well, and well you do conceive;
Tra. Sir, I shall not be slaek: in sign whereof,
quaff carouses to our mistress' health;
Gru. Bion. O excellent motion! Fellows, let's begone,
Hor. The motion's good indeed, and be it so;Petruchio, I shall be your ben venuto. [Exeunt.
SCENE 1. The same. A Room in BAPTISTA's House.
Enter KATHARINA and BIANCA.
Kath. Of all thy suitors, here I charge thee, tell
Bian. Believe me, sister, of all the men alive,
Kath. Minion, thou liest; Is't not Hortensio?
Bian. If you affect bim, sister, here I swear, I'll plead for you myself, but you shall have him.
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?
[Strikes her. Enter BAPTISTA. Bap. Why, how now, dame! whence grows this in
solence?Bianca, stand aside;-poor girl! she weeps : Go ply thy needle; meddle not with her. For shame, thou hilding of a devilish spirit, Why dost thou wrong her that did ne'er wrong thee? When did she cross thee with a bitter word? Kath. Her silence flouts me, and I'll be reveng'd.
[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 bare-foot 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 griev'd as I?
Man; PETRUCH10, with HORTENSIO as a Musician;
Bap. Good morrow, neighbour Gremio: God save you, gentlemen!
Pet. And you, good sir! Pray, have you not a daughter Callid Katharina, fair and virtuous? Bap. I have a daughter, sir, callid Katharina. Gre. You are too blunt, go to it orderly.
Pet. You wrong me, signior Gremio; give me leave, I am a gentleman of Verona, sir,