Enter GREMIO, LUCENTIO in the habit of a mean man ;
PETRUCHIO with HORTENSIO, like a Mufician; TRA-
NIO, and BIONDELLO bearing a Lute and Books.
Gre. Good-morrow, neighbour Baptista.

Bap. Good-morrow, neighbour Gremio: God fave you, gentleman!

Pet. And you, good fir! Pray have you not a daughter Call'd Katharina, fair, and virtuous?

Bap. I have a daughter, fir, call'd Katharina.
Gre. You are too blunt; go to it orderly.

Pet. You wrong me, fignior Gremio; give me leave.I am a gentleman of Verona, fir.

That-hearing of her beauty, and her wit,

Her affability, and bafhful modefty,

Her wondrous qualities, and mild behaviour-
Am bold to fhew 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,

[Prefenting HORTENSIO,

I do prefent you with a man of mine,
Cunning in mufick, and the mathematicks,
To inftruct her fully in those sciences,
Whereof I know fhe is not ignorant :
Accept of him, or elfe you do me wrong;
His name is Licio, born in Mantua.

Bap. You're welcome, fir; and he, for your good fake; But for my daughter Katharine-this I know,

She is not for your turn, the more my grief,
Pet. I fee you do not mean to part with her;

Or else you like not of my company.

Bap. Mistake me not, I fpeak but as I find.
Whence are you, fir? what may I call your name
Pet. Petruchio is my name: Antonio's fon,
A man well known throughout all Italy.

?

Bap. I know him well: you are welcome for his fake. Gre. Saving your tale, Petruchio, I pray,

Let us, that are poor petitioners, speak too:

Baccare! you are marvellous forward.

Pet. Oh, pardon me, fignior Gremio; I would fain bę

doing.

Gree

you

will curfe your woo

Gre. I doubt it not, fir; but ing.Neighbour, this is a gift very grateful, I am fure of it, To exprefs the like kindness myself, that have been more kindly beholden to you than any, free leave give to this young fcholar, that hath been long ftudying at Rheims [Prefenting LUCENTIO]; as cunning in Greek, Latin, and other languages, as the other in mufick and mathematicks; his name is Cambio; pray, accept his service.

Bap. A thousand thanks fignior Gremio: welcome, good Cambio.-But, gentle fir, methinks you walk like a stranger; [To TRANIO.] May I be fo bold to know the caufe of your coming?

Tra. Pardon me, fir, the boldness is mine own; That, being a ftranger in this city here,

Do make myself a fuitor to your daughter,

Unto Bianca, fair, and virtuous.

Nor is your firm resolve unknown to me,
In the preferment of the elder sister :
This liberty is all that I requeft-
That, upon knowledge of my parentage,

I may have welcome 'mongst the reft that woo,
And free accefs and favour as the reft.

And, toward the education of your daughters,
I here beftow a fimple inftrument,

And this fmall 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 Pifa, fir; fon to Vincentio.

Bap. A mighty man of Pifa; by report

I know him well you are very welcome, fir.
Take you the lute, and you the fet of books,

[To HORTENSIO and LUCENTIO.

You fhall go fee your pupils presently.

Holla, within!

Enter a Servant.

Sirrah, lead

Thefe gentlemen to my daughters; and tell them both,
These are their tutors; bid them use them well.

[Exit Servant with HORTENSIO and LUCEN.

We

We will go walk a little in the orchard,
And then to dinner: You are paffing welcome,
And fo I pray you all to think yourfelves.

Pet. Signior Baptifta, my business asketh hafte,
And every day I cannot come to woo.
You knew my father well; and in him, me,
Left folely 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 fhall I have with her to wife!
Bap. After my death, the one half of my lands;
And, in poffeffion, twenty thoufand crowns.

Pet. And, for that dowry, I'll affure her of
Her widowhood-be it that the furvive me-
In all my lands and leafes whatsoever:
Let specialties be therefore drawn between us,
That covenants may be kept on either hand.

Bap. Ay, when the fpecial 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 fhe proud-minded;
And where two raging fires meet together,
They do confume the thing that feeds their fury:
Though little fire grows great with little wind,
Yet extreme gufts will blow out fire and all :
So I to her, and fo fhe yields to me;

For I am rough, and woo not like a babe.

Bap. Well may'st thou woo, and happy be thy speed !
But be thou arm'd for fome 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 broke.

Bap. How now, my friend! why doft thou look fo pale?
Hor. For fear, I promise you, if I look pale.
Bap. What, will my daughter prove a good mufician?
Hor. I think fhe'll fooner 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 fhe hath broke the lute to me.

I did but tell her, fhe miftook her frets,
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And

And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering;
When, with a most impatient devilish fpirit,
Frets, call you thefe? quoth fhe: I'll fume with them:
And, with that word, fhe ftruck me on the head,
And through the inftrument my pate made way;
And there I ftood amazed for a while,

As on a pillory, looking through the lute;
While fhe did call me-rascal fidler,

And twangling Jack; with twenty fuch vile terms,
As fhe had ftudied to mifufe me fo.

Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lufty wench;

I love her ten times more than e'er I did:

Oh, how I long to have fome chat with her!

Bap. Well, go with me, and be not fo difcomfited;
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 fhall I fend my daughter Kate to you ?
Pet. I pray you do; I will attend her here,

[Exit BAP. with GRE. HOR. and TRA,
And woo her with fome fpirit when she comes.
Say, that the rail; why then I'll tell her plain,
She fings as fweetly as a nightingale :
Say, that the frown; I'll fay, fhe looks as clear
As morning rofes newly wash'd with dew:
Say, fhe be mute, and will not speak a word;
Then I'll commend her volubility,

And fay-fhe uttereth piercing eloquence:
If fhe do bid me pack, I'll give her thanks,
As though fhe bid me ftay by her a week;
If the deny to wed, I'll crave the day

When I fhall ask the banns, and when be married :-
But here fhe comes; and now, Petruchio, speak.

Enter KATHARINE.

Good-morrow Kate; for that's your name, I hear.
Kath. Well have you heard, but fomething hard of hear

ing;

They call me-Katharine, that do talk of me.

Pet. You lie, in faith; for you are call'd plain Kate. And bonny Kate, and fometimes Kate the curft;

But

But Kate, the prettieft Kate in Christendom,
Kate of Kate-hall, my fuper-dainty Kate,
For dainties are all cates and therefore Kate,
Take this of me, Kate of my confolation ;-
Hearing thy mildness prais'd in every town,
Thy virtues spoke of and thy beauty founded,
(Yet not fo deeply as to thee belongs),
Myfelf am mov'd to woo thee for my wife.

Kath. Mov'd in good time: let him that mov'd you

hither,

Remove you hence: I knew you at the first,

You were a moveable.

Pet. Why what's a moveable?

Kath. A joint-ftool.

Pet. Thou haft hit it: come, fit on me.
Kath. Affes are made to bear, and so are you.
Pet. Women are made to bear, and fo are you.
Kath. No fuch jade, fir, as you, if me you mean.
Pet. Alas, good Kate! I will not burden thee:
For knowing thee to be but young and light-
Kath. Too light for fuch a swain as you to catch;
And yet as heavy as my weight fhould be.
Pet. Should be? fhould buz.

Kath. Well ta'en, and like a buzzard.

Pet. Oh, flow-wing'd turtle! fhall a buzzard take thee? Kath. Ay, for a turtle; as he takes a buzzard.

Pet. Come, come, you wasp; i'faith, you are too angry. Kath. If I be wafpifh, beft beware my fting.

Pet. My remedy is then to pluck it out.

Kath. Ah, if the fool could find it where it lies. Pet. Who knows not where a wasp doth wear his fting? In his tail.

Kath. In his tongue.

Pet. Who's tongue?

Kath. Your's, if you talk of tails; and fo farewell.

Pet. What with my tongue in your tail? nay, come

again,

Good Kate; I am a gentleman.

Kath. That I'll try.

Pet. I fwear, I'll cuff you if you ftrike again.

Kath. So may you lofe

your arms:

[She frikes him:

If