Pet. I know fhe is an irkfome brawling Scold; Gre. No, fayeft me fo, Friend? What Countryman? And I do hope good Days, and long, to fee. Gre. Oh Sir, fuch a Life with fuch a Wife were ftrange; But if you have a Stomach, to't a God's Name, You fhall have me affifting you in all. But will you woo this wild Cat? Pet. Will I live? Gru. Will he woo her? ay, or I'll hang her. Loud Larums, neighing Steeds, and Trumpets Clargue? That gives not half fo great a blow to hear, As will a Chefout in a Farmer's Fire? Tufh, tuh, fear Boys with Bugs. Gru. For he fears none. Gre. Hortenfio, hark: This Gentleman is happily arriv'd, My Mind prefumes for his own good, and yours. Tra. Gentlemen, God fave you. If I may be bold, Bion. He that has the two fair Daughters; is't he you mean? Tra. Even he, Biondello. Gre. Hark you, Sir, you mean not her to Tra. Tra. Perhaps him and her, what have you to do? Hor. Sir, a word e'er you go: Are you a Sutor to the Maid you talk of, yea or no? Gre. No; if without more Words you will get you hence Tra, Why, Sir, I pray, are not the Streets as free For me, as for you? Gre. For this Reafon, if you'll know, That she's the choice Love of Signior Gremio. Hor. That he's the Chofen of Signior Hortenfio. To whom my Father is not all unknown, Gre. What, this Gentleman will out-talk usall. Did you yet ever fee Baptifta's Daughter? Tra. No, Sir; but hear I do that he hath two: Pet. Sir, Sir, the firft's for me, let her go by. Pet. Sir, understand you this of me, infooth, Until Until the eldest Sifter firft be Wed: Hor. Sir, you fay well, and well you do conceive: Tra. Sir, I fhall not be flack, in fign whereof, Strive mightily, but eat and drink as Friends. Enter Katharina and Bianca. gone. [Exeunt. Bian. Good Sifter, wrong me not, nor wrong your felf, To make a Bondmaid and a Slave of me; That I difdain: But for these other Goods, Unbind my Hands, I'll pull them off my felf, Kath. Of all thy Sutors here I charge thee tell Kath. Minior, thou lieft; is it not Hortenfio? Bian. Is it for him you do envy me fo? You You have but jefted with me all this while; Kath. If that be Jeft, then all the reft is fo. [Strikes her. Bap. Why how now Dame, whence grows this Infolence? For fhame, thou Hilding of a devilish Spirit, Why dost thou wrong her, that did ne'er wrong thee? Kath. Her Silence flouts me, and I'll be reveng'd. 1 [Flies after Bianca. Bap. Was ever Gentleman thus griev'd as I? [Exit Kath. Enter Gremio, Lucentio in the Habit of a mean Man, Petruchio with Hortenfio like a Musician, Tranio and Biondello bearing a Lute and Books. Gre. Good morrow, Neighbour Baptifta. Bap. Good morrow, Neighbour Gremio: God fave 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 orderly. 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 bafhful Modefty, Her wonderous Qualities, and mild Behaviour, Am bold to fhew my felf a forward Guest Within your Houfe, to make mine Eye the Witness And for an entrance to my Entertainment, [Prefenting Hor. Q3 Cunning Cunning in Mufick, and the Mathematicks, His Name is Licia, born in Mantua. Bap. Y'are welcome, Sir, and he for your good fake. Bap. Miftake me not, I fpeak but what I find. Bap. I know him well: You are welcome for his fake. Gre. Saving your Tale, Petruchio, I pray let us that are poor Petitioners Ipeak too. Baccare, you are marvellous forward. Pet. Oh, pardon me, Signior Gremio, I would fain be doing. Gre. I doubt it not, Sir, but you will curfe Your wooing, Neighbours. This is a Gift Very grateful, I am fure of it: To exprefs The like kindness my felf, that have been More kindly beholding to you than any: Free leave give unto this young Scholar, that hath Been long ftudying at Rhemes, as cunning [Prefenting Luc, In Greek, Latin, and other Languages, As the other in Mufick and Mathematicks; His Name is Cambio; pray accept his Service. Bap. A thoufand thanks, Signior Gremio: Welcome, good Cambio. But, gentle Sir, [To Tranio, May I be fo bold, to know the Caufe of your coming? That being a Stranger in this City here, Nor is your firm Refolve unknown to me, This Liberty is all that I request, That |