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Why dost'thou wrong her that did ne'er wrong thee?
[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 1?. But who comes here!
Enter GREMIO, with LUCENTIO in thc habit of a mean man; PETAUCHIO, with HORTENSIO' as a musician; and TRANI), with BIONDELLO bearing
a lute and books. Gre. Good-morrow, neighbour Baptista. Bap. Good-morrow, neighbour Gremio: God save you, Gentleinen! 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 oderly. Pet. You wrong me, Signior Gremio; give me
leave. 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, nit
sale: But for my daughter Katharine, this.I know, She is not for your inmn, the more soy 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 well: you are welcome for hi
sake. Gre. Saving your tale, Petruchio, I
pray, Let ils, that are poor petitioners, speak i00: Baccare! you are marvellous forward.. Pet. 0, pardon me, Signior Gremio; I would fair
be doing. Gre. I donbt 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 beholdeu to you than any, I freely give unto you this young scholar, [Presenting Lu. CENTIO, ) that liath been long studying at Rheinus; as cunning in Greek, Latin, and other languages, as the other in musick and nathematicks: his name is Cambio; pray, accept hi service. Bap. A thousand thanks, Signior Gremio: wel.
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, 1 may have welcome 'mongst the rost that woo, And free access and favour as the rest. And, toward the education of your daughters, I here bestow 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 Seryant.
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 obtainid, 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 mcet together, They do consume the thing that feeds their fury : Though liyle fire grows great with liige 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 babs, Bap. Well may'st thoil woo, and happy be thy
speed! But be thou arm'd for some imhappy 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 shou look
so pale? Hor. For fear, I promise you, if I look pale. Bap. What, will my daughter prove a gyod mil
Hør. I think,' she'll sooner prove a soldier; Iron mag 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 Inte 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 Inte; -While she did call me, rascal fiddler,
And twängling Jack;' with twenty snch vile terms, As she had studied to misuse me so.1
Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench; I love her ten times more than e'er I did: 0; how 1 long' to have some chat with her! Bap. Well, 'go with me, and be not 80 discom
She's apt to leari, and thankful for good turns.
(Exeunt BAPTISTA, GREMIO, TRANIO, and
Say, that she frowi; I'll say, she looks as clear