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Enter TRANIO, bravely apparelled; and BIONDello.
Tra. Gentlemen, God save you! If I may be bold,
Bion. He that has the two fair daughters;-is't [Aside to TRANIO.] he you mean?
Tra. Even he, Biondello.
Gre. Hark you, sir; you mean not her to-
Hor. Sir, a word ere you go.
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
Tra. Why, sir, I pray, are not the streets as free For me as for you?
That she's the choice love of seignior Gremio.
Hor. That she's the chosen of seignior Hortensio.
To whom my father is not all unknown;
Gre. What! This gentleman will out-talk us all.
Tra. No, sir; but hear I do that he hath two;
Pet. Sir, sir, the first's for me; let her go by.
Pet. Sir, understand you this of me, in sooth ;-
Tra. If it be so, sir, that you are the man
Hor. Sir, you say well, and well do you conceive;
Tra. Sir, I shall not be slack in sign whereof,
Gre. Bion. O excellent motion! Fellows, let's begone. Hor. The motion's good indeed, and be it so;Petruchio, I shall be your ben venuto.
SCENE I. The same. A Room in Baptista's House.
Enter KATHARINA and BIANCA.
Bian. Good sister, wrong me not, nor wrong yourself, To make a bondmaid and a slave of me; That I disdain: but for these other gawds, Unbind my hands, I'll pull them off myself, Yea, all 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 thy suitors, here I charge thee, tell Whom thou lov'st best. See thou dissemble not.
Bian. Believe me, sister, of all the men alive,
Kath. Minion, thou liest. Is't not Hortensio ?
Bian. Is it for him you do envy me so?
Kath. If that be jest, then all the rest was so.
Bap. Why, how now, dame! whence grows this insolence?
Bianca, stand aside;-poor girl! she weeps.-
Kath. Her silence flouts me, and I'll be revenged. [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 barefoot 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 grieved as I? But who comes here?
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, neighbor Baptista.
Bap. Good-morrow, neighbor Gremio. God save you, gentlemen!
Pet. And you, good sir' Pray, have you not a daughter Called Katharina, fair and virtuous ?
Bap. I have a daughter, sir, called Katharina.
Gre. You are too blunt; go to it orderly.
Pet. You wrong me, seignior Gremio; give me leave.— I am a gentleman of Verona, sir, That,-hearing of her beauty and her wit,
Her affability, and bashful modesty,
Cunning in music, and the mathematics,
Bap. You're welcome, sir; and he, for your good sake. But for my daughter Katharine, - this I know, She is not for your turn, the more my 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 his sake.
Let us, that are poor petitioners, speak too.
Pet. O, pardon me, seignior Gremio; I would fain be doing.
Gre. I doubt it not, sir; but you will curse your wooing.Neighbor, 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 LUCENTIO.] that hath been long studying at Rheims; as cunning in Greek, Latin, and other languages, as the other in music and mathematics. His name is Cambio; pray, accept his service.
Bap. A thousand thanks, seignior Gremio; welcome, 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;
Nor is your firm resolve unknown to me,
And this small package of Greek and Latin books.
Bap. Lucentio is your name? Of whence, I pray?
Bap. A mighty man of Pisa, by report
I know him well: you are very welcome, sir.—
You shall go see your pupils presently.
Enter a Servant.
These gentlemen to my daughters, and tell them both,
[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.
Pet. Seignior Baptista, my business asketh haste,
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
Bap. Ay, when the special thing is well obtained;
Pet. Why, that is nothing; for I tell you, father, I am as peremptory as she proud-minded;