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Why dost'thou wrong her that did ne'er wrong thee?
When did she cro s tl.ce with a bitter word ?
Kath. Her silence flonis 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 1?. But who comes here!

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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
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 igiiorant:
Accept of him, or else you do me wrongi.
His name is Licio, born in Mantua.
Bap. You're welcome, Sir; and he, for your good

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.
Sirrah, lead
These gentlemen to my danghters; and tell them both,
These are their tutors; bid them use them well.
(Exit Servant, with HORTEN$10, LUCENTIO,

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.


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.

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

siciau ?

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

Proceed in practice with my younger daughter;

She's apt to leari, and thankful for good turns.
*. Signior Petruchio, will you go with us;
Or shall I send my daughier Kate to you?
Pet. I pray you do; I will attend her here,


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

Say, that she frowi; 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 yolubility,

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