That,--hearing of her beauty and her wit, [Presenting Hortensio. Bap. You're welcome, sir; and he, for your good sake : Pet. I see, you do not mean to part with her; 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, Petrachio, I pray, doing. wooing:Neighbour, this is a gift very grateful, I am sure of it. To express the like kindness myself, that have been more kindly beholden to you than any, I 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.-But, gentle sir [To Tranio), 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; Bap. Lucentio is your name? of whence, I pray? centio) the set of books, You shall go see your pupils presently. Hola, within! Enter a Servant. Sirrah, lead These gentlemen to my daughters; and tell them both, These are their tutors; bid them use them well. [Exit Serv. with Hor. Luc. and Bion. Pet. Signior Baptista, my business asketh haste, Bap. After my death, the one half of my lands: Pet. And, for that dowry, I'll assure her of Bap. Ay, when the special thing is well obtain'd, This is -her love; for that is all in all. Pet. Why, that is nothing; for I tell you, fatlier, Bap. Well may'st thou woo, and happy be thy speed! But he 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 broken. 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 Inte? Hor. Why, no; for she hath broke the lute to me. I did but tell her, she mistook her frets, And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering; When, with a most impatient devilish spirit, Frets, call you these? quoth she: I'll fume with them : And, with that word, she struck me on the head, And through the instrument my pate made way; And there I stood amazed for awhile, As on a pillory, looking through the lute: While she did call me rascal fiddler, And-twangling Jack; with twenty such vile terms, As she had studied to misuse me so. Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench; I love her ten times more than e'er I did: 0, how I long to have some chat with her! Bap. Well, go with me, and be not so discomfited ; Proceed in practice with my younger daughter; She's apt to learn, and thankful for good turns.Signior Petruchio, will you go with us; Or shall I send my daughter Kate to you? Pet. I pray you do; I will attend her here,– [Exeunt Bap. Gre. Tra."and Hor. Enter KATHARINA. Kath. Well have you heard, but something hard of They call me—Katharine, that do talk of me. (hearing ; Pet. You lie, in faith; for you are call'd plain Kate, And bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst; But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom, Kate of Kate-hall, my supper-dainty Kate, For dainties are all cates: and therefore, Kate, Take this of me, Kate of my consolation ; Hearing thy mildness prais'd in every town, Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded (Yel not so deeply as to thee belongs), Myself am mov'd to woo thee for iny wife. 1 Kath. Mov'd! in good time: let him that mov'd you hither, Why, what's a moveable? a Thou hast hit it: come, sit on me. Pet. Alas, good Kate! I will not burden thee : Kath. Too light for such a swain as you to catch ; Pet. Should be? should buz. Well ta'en, and like a buzzard. Pet. Who knows not where a wasp doth wear his sting? In his tongue. Whose tongue? again, That I'll try. [Striking him. Pet. I swear I'll cuff you, if you strike again. Kath. So may you lose your arms: Pet. A herald, Kate? O, put me in thy books. a |