Why dost thou wrong her that did ne'er wrong thee? When did she cro s thee with a bitter word?

Kath. Her silence ones 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?. But who comes here!

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Enter GREMIO, with LUCENTIO in the habit of a mean man; PETRUCHIO, with HORTENSIO as a musician; and TRANIO, with BIONDELLO bearing a lute and books.

Gre. Good-morrow, neighbour Baptista.

Bap. Good-morrow, neighbour Gremio: God save you, Gentlemen!

Pet. And you, good Sir! Pray, have you not a daughter

Call'd' Katharina, fair, and virtuous?

Bap. I have a daughter, Sir, call'd Katharina.
Gre. You are too blunt, go to it oderly.

Pet. You wrong me, Signior Gremio; give me

I am a gentleman of Verona, Sir,

That,

hearing of her beauty, and her wit,

Her affability, and bashfel modesty,

Her wondrous qualities, and mild behaviour,

Am bold to show myself a forward guest

Within your house, to make mine eye the witness

Of that report which I so oft have heard.

And, for an entrance to my entertainment,...).

I do present you with a man of mine,

[Presenting HORTENSIO.

Cunning in musick, and the mathematicks,

To instruct her fully in those sciences...

Whereof, I know, she is not ignorant:

Accept of him, or else you do me wrong;

His name is Licio, born in Mantua.

Bap. You're welcome, Sir; and he, for your good

But for my daughter Katharine,

sake:

this I know,

She is not for your turn, the more say grief.

Pet. I see, you do not mean to part with her; Or else you like not of my company.

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 weli: you are welcome for his sake.

Gre. Saving your tale, Petruchio, I pray, Let us, that are poor petitioners, speak 100: Baccare! you are marvellous forward..

Pet. O, pardon me, Signior Gremio; Iwould fain

be doing.

Gre. I doubt it not, Sir; but you will curse your 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 Lo. CENTIO,] that hath been long studying at Rheims; as cunning in Greek, Latin, and other languages, as the other in musick and mathematicks: his name is Cambio; pray, accept his service.

Bap. A thousand thanks, Signior Gremio: wel

come

come, 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;
That, being a stranger in this city here,
Do make myself a suitor to your daughter,
Unto Bianca, fair, and virtuous.

Nor is your firm resolve unknown to me,
In the preferment of the eldest sister:
This liberty is all that I request,

That, upon knowledge of my parentage,

I may have welcome 'mongst the rest that woo,
And free access and favour as the rest.
And, toward the education of your daughters,
1 here bestowy a simple instrument,

And this small packet of Greek and Latin books:
If you accept them, then their worth is great,

Bap. Lucentio is your name? of whence, I pray?
Tra. Of Pisa, Sir; son to Vincentio.

Bap. A mighty man of Pisa; by report

I know him well: you are very welcome, Sir. Take you To Hon.] the lute, and you [To Luc.] the set of books,

You shall go see your pupils presently.

Holla, 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 Servant, with HORTENSIO, LUCENTIO, and BIONDello.

We will go walk a little in the orchard,

And then to dinner: You are passing welcome,
And so I pray you all to think yourselves,
VOL. VI.

3

Pet. Signior Baptista, my business asketh haste,
And every day I cannot come to woo.

You knew my father well; and in him, me,
Left solely heir to all his lands and goods,
Which I have better'd rather than decreas'd:
Then tell me, if I get your daughter's love,
What dowry shall I have with her to wife?,
Bap. After my death, the one half of my lands:
And, in possession, twenty thousand crowns.
Pet. And, for that dowry, I'll assure her of
Her widowhood, be it that she survive me,
In all my lands and leases whatsoever:

Let specialties be therefore drawn between us,
That covenants may be kept on either hand.

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I A

Bap. Ay, when the special thing is well obtained, This is, her love; for that is all in all, Pet. Why, that is nothing; for I tell you, father, I am as peremptory as she proud minded; And where two raging fires meet together, They do consume the thing that feeds their fury; Though little fire grows great with little wind, Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all: So I to her, and so she yields to me;

For I am rough, and woo not like a babe

Bap. Well may'st thou woo, and happy be the

speed!

But be 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 gyed mu-sician?

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 lute?

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 a while,

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 discom

fited:

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?

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Pet. I pray you do; I will attend her here, ·
[Exeunt BAPTISTA, GREMIO, TRANIO, and

'HORTENSIO.

And woo her with some spirit when she comes.
Say, that she rail; Why, then I'll tell her plain,
She sings as sweetly as a nightingale :

Say, that she frown; I'll say, she looks as clear
As morning roses newly wash'd with dew:
Say, she be mute, and will not speak a word;
Then I'll commend her volubility,