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Gre. O this learning! what a thing it is!
Gru. O this woodcock! what ailass it is!
Pet. Peace, sirrah.
Hor. Grumio, mum! - God save you, Signio,

Gre. And you're well met, Signior. Hortensio.

Trow youl,
Whither I am going ? To Baptista Minola,
I promis'd 10 enquire carefully
About a schoolmaster for air Bianca i
And, by good fortune, I have lig'ited well
On this young man; for learning, and behaviour,
Fit for her turn; well read in poetry,
And other books, good ones, I warrant yoll."

Hor. 'Tis.web: and I have met a gentleman,
Hath promis'd me to lielp me to anothier,
LÀ fine musician to instruct our mistress ; 4.
So shall I no whit be behind in duty
To fair Bianca, so belov'd of me.
Gre. Belov'd of me, and that my deeds shall

prove. Gru. And that his bags shall prove. 1-7

Hør. Gremio, 'tis now 110 time to vent our love:
Listen to me, and if you speak me fair
I'll tell you news indifferent good for either:
Here is a gentleman, whom hy chance I mnei,
Upon agreement from us to his liking,
Will undertake to woo curst Katharines
Yea, and to marry her, if her dowry picase.

Gre. So said, so done, is well:
Hortensio, have you told him all her faults?

Pet. I know, she is an irksomne brzwiiug scold; If that bè all, Mastors, i ličar no havin.,

Gre. No, say'stime, so, friend? Tviat counirytaan?

Pet. Born in Verona , old Antonio's s04: "My father dead, my fortune tives for me;

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And I do hope good days, and long, to see.
Gre.. 0, Sir, such a life, with such a wife, were

strange :
But, if you have a stomach, to't o'God's name:
Yon shall have me assisting you in all.
Bit will you woo this wild cat?

Pet. Will I live?
Gru.' Will he woo her? ay; or I'll hang her.

Pet. Why came I hither, but to that intent?
Thiuk yout, a liitle din can daunt mine ears?
Have I not in my time heard lions roar ?
Have I not heard the sea, puffd up with winds,
Rage like an angry boar, chafed with sweat?
Have I not heard great ordnance in the field,
And heayen's artillery thunder in the skies?
Have, I not in a pitches battle heard
Loud 'larums, weighing steeds, and trumpets' clang?
And do you tell me of a woman's tongue;
That gives not half sw greai a blow to the ear,
As will a chesni in a farmer's fire ?
Iush! tush! fear boys with bugs.
.Gry. For he fears none.

(Aside. Grę. Hortensio, hark?.. This genileman is happily arriv'd, My mind presumes, for his own good, and yours.

Hor. I promis'd, we would be contributors,
And bear his charge of yooing, whatsoe'er.

Gre. And so we will; provided, that he win hér.
Gru. I would, wcrc as sure of a good dinner.


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Enter TRANIO , bravcly apparelld; and

BIONDELLO. Tra. ; Gentlemen, Cod save you! If I may be bold, Tell me, I besecch you, which is the readiest way

To the house of Signior Baptista Minola ?

Gre. He that has the twò fair daughters : - is't Aside to 'TRANIO.] he you mean?

Trå. Even 'he. Biondello!."
Gre. Hark you, Sir; You mean not her to -
Tra. Perhaps, him and her, Sir; What have you

to do? Pet. Not ber that chides, Sir, at any hand, I pray. Tra. I love no chiders, Sir: Biondello, sct'o.

away. Luc. Well begun, Tranio.

(Aside. Hor. Sir, a word cre yon go; Are you a suitor to the maid you talk of, yea, or no?

Tra. An if I be; Sir, is it any offence? .
Gre. No; if, without more words, you will get

you hencer Tra. Why, Sir, I pray, are not the streets as free For me, as for you?

Gre. But so is not she.
Tra. For what reason, I beseech you?

Gre. For this reason, if you'll know,
That she's the choice of Signior Gremio.
Hot. That she's the chosen of Signior Hortensio.

Tra. Softly, my Masters! if you be gentlemen,
Do me this right, · hear me with patience.
Baptista is a noble gentleman,
To whom my father is not all unknown;
And, were his daughter fairer than she is,
She may more suitors have, and me, for one.
Fair Leda's daughter had'a thousand wooers;
Then well one more may fair Bianca have:
And so she shall; Lucentio shall make one,
Though Paris camé, in hope to speed alone.

Gre. What! this gentleman will out-talk uis all.
Luc. Sir, give him head; I know, he'll prove

a jade.'


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Pet. Hortensio, to what end are all these words?
: Hor. Sir, let me be só bold as to ask you,
Did you yet ever see Baptista's daughter?

Tra. No, Sir; but hear I do, that he hath two;
The one as famotis for a scolding tongue,
As is the other for beauteons modesty.

Pet. Sir, Sir, the first's for me; let her go ly.

Gre. Yea, leave that labour to great Hercules;
And let it be more than Alcides' twelve.

Pet. Sir, understand you this of me, insooth;
The youngest daughter, whom you hearken for,
Her father keeps from all access of suitors;
Aud will not promise her to any man,
Until the elder sister first be wed:
The younger then is free, and not before.

Tra. If it be so, Sir, that you are the man
Must stead us all, ami me among the rest;
An if you break the ice, and do this feat,
Achieve the elder, set the younger free
For our access, - whose hap shall be to have her,
Will not so graceless þ.c, to be ingrate.

Hor. Sir, you say well, and well you do conceive;
And since you do profess to be a suitor,
You must, as we do, gratify this gentleman,
To whom we all rest generally, beholden.

Tra. Sir, I shall not be slack: in sign whereof,
Please ye we may contrive this afternoon,
And quaff caronses to our mistress' health;
'And do as adversaries do in law,
Sirive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.
Gru. Bion. 0excellent motion! Fellows, let's

Hor. The motion's good indeed, and be it so;
Petruchio, I shall be your ben venuto, (Exeunt.

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* ACT II. SCENE I. The same. A Room in Baptista's House.

Bian. Good sister; wrong me not,' nor wrong

To make a bondmaid and a slave of me;
That I disdain:, but for these other gawda,
Unbind my hands, I'll pull them off myself,
Yea ,'alf my raiment, to my petticoat;
Or, what you will command me, will I do,
So well I know my duty to my elders,

Kath. Of all iliy suitors, here I charge thee', tell Whom thout lov'st best: see thou dissemble not,

Bian. Believe me, sister, of all the men alive,
I never yet beheld that special face
Which I could fancy more than any other.

Kath. Minion, thoir !iest; Is't not Hortensio?

Biant. If you' affect him, sister, here I swear, I'll plead for you myself, but your shall have him.

Kath. O then, belike, you fancy riches more;
You will have Gremio to keep you 'tair.

Bian. Is it for him you do envy me so ?
Nay, then you jest; and now I well perceive,
You have but jested with me all this while :
I pr’ythee, sister Kate , untie my hands.
Kath. If that be jest, then all the rest was so.

[ Strikes her.

Bap. Why, how now, Dame! whence grows this

insolence ?
Bianca , stand aside; poor girl! she weeps : -
Go ply thy needle; meddle not with her.
For shame, thou hilding of a devilish spirit,


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