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Sly. Yes", by saint Anne, do I. A good matter, surely; Comes there any more of it?
Page. My Lord, 'tis but begun. Sly. 'Tis a very excellent piece of work, Modam Lady; Would it were done!
SCENE I 1.
Enter PETRUCHio and GRUMTO.
Gru. Knock, Sir! whom should I knock? is there ay man has rebus:d your Worship?
Pet. Villain, I say, knock me here soundly.
I knock me at this gate,
Pet. Will it not be ? 'Faith, sirrah, an you'll not knock, I'll wring it; ril how you can sol, fa, and sing it.
[He wrings GRUMIO by the ears. Gru. Help, Masters, help? iny master is mad. Pet. Now knlock when bid you: sirrah! villain
Pet. Signior Hortensio, come you to part the fray! Con tutto il core bene trovato, may I say...
Hor. Alla izostra casa bene venuto, Molto honorato Signor mio Petruchio. Rise, Grumio, rise; te will compound this quarr.l.
Gru. Nay, 'tiś no matter, what he lleges in Lalin.
If this be not a lawful case for me to leave his service, - Look you, Sir, he lid me knock him, and rap him soundly, Sir: Well, was it fit for a Ser. vant to use his master
;'being perhaps , '( for auglit
I'gt. A seuscless villain ! Obod Hortensio,
Gru.' linock at the gate? 0 heavens!
me here, Bán ndc here, knock inc' well, ånd knock me
soundly? And come you now with - kuocking at the gate:?
Pet. Sirrah, be gone", or talk not, I advise yoin
Tor. Petruchii, patience; I ảm Grumio's pledge:
Crowns in my purse I have, and goods at home, i
Hor. Petruchio, shall I then come roundly to thee
Pet. Signior Hortensio, 'twixt such friends as we,
Gril. Nay, look you, Sir, he tells you flatly what his miud is : Whiy, give him gold enough, and marry him to a' påppet, or an aglet. baby; or an old rot with ne'er a tooth in her head, though she have as many diseases as tvyo and afiy horses: why, nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal. : Ilor, Petruchio, since we have siepp'd thus far in, I will continue that I broach'd in jest. I can Petruchio, help thee to a wife With wcaldı enough, and young, and beauteous; Brought up as best becomes a gentlewoman: Her only fanlt (and that is faulis enough, ) Is, that she is intoler bly curst, And shrewd, and froward; so beyond all measure, That, were my state far worser than it is, I would not wed her for a inic of gold.
Pet. Hortensio, peace; thou know'st not gold's
Hor. Her fåther is Baptista Minola,
Pet. I know her father, thongh I know not her;
Gru. I pray, you, Sir, let him go while she hnmour lasts. D' my word, as she knew him as well as I do, she would think scolding would do Little good upon him: She may, perhaps, call him half a score knaves, or so: why, that's nothing; an he begin once, he'll rail in his roge iricks. I'll sell yon what, Sir, - an she stand him but a little, he will throw a figure in her face, and so disagure her with it, that she shall have no more eyes to see withal than a cat: You know him not, Sir.
Hor. Tarry, Petruchio, I must go with thee;
That none shall have access into Bianca,
Gru. Katharine the curret!
Hor. Now shall my friend Petruchio do me grace;
with books under his arm. Gru. Here's no knavery! See; to beguile the old folks, how the young folks lay their heads together! Master, Master, look about you: Who goes there? ha!
Hor. Peace, Grumio; 'tis the rival of my love
Luc. Whate'er I read to her, I'll plead for you,