* Loud larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets clangue?

And do you tell me of a woman's tongue,

• That gives not half fo great a blow to th' ear,

As will a chefnut in a farmer's fire?'

Tufh, tufh, 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 our's..
Hor. I promis'd we would be contributors;
And bear his charge of wooing whatfoe'er.

Gre. And fo we will, provided that he win her..
Gru. I would I were as fure of a good dinner,

To them Tranio bravely apparell'd, and Biondello.

Tra. Gentlemen, God fave you. If I may be bold, tell me, I beseech you, which is the readieft way to the houfe of Signior Baptifta Minola?

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. Perhaps him and her; what have you to do?-
Pet. Not her that chides, Sir, at any hand, I pray.
Tra. I love no chiders, Sir. Biondello, let's away..
Luc. Well begun, Tranio.
[Afide.

Hor. Sir, a word, ere you go:

Are you a fuitor 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

hence.

Tra. Why, Sir, I pray, are not the freets as free For me as for you?

Tra. For what reafon, I befeech you ?

Gre. For this reafon, if you'll know: That the's the choice love of Signior Gremio. Hor. That he's the chofen of Signior Hortenfio. Tra. Softly, my Mafters; if you be gentlemen, Do me this right; hear me with patience.

Baptifta

Baptifta is a noble gentleman,

To whom my father is not all unknown;
And were his daughter fairer than she is,
She may more fuitors have, and me for one.
Fair Leda's daughter had a thousand wooers;
Then well one more may fair Bianca have,
And fo the fhall. Lucentio fhall make one,
Though Paris came, in hope to speed alone.

Gre. What! this gentleman will out-talk us all! Luc. Sir, give him head; I know he'll prove a jade. Pet. Hortenfio, to what end are all these words? Hor. Sir, let me be fo bold as to afk you, Did you yet ever fee Baptifta's daughter? Tra. No, Sir; but hear I do that he hath two: The one as famous for a fcolding tongue, As the other is for beauteous modefty.

Pet. Sir, Sir, the firft's for me; let her go by.
Gre. Yea, leave that labour to great Hercules;
And let it be more than Alcides' twelve.

Pet. Sir, understand you this of me, infooth:
The youngest daughter, whom you harken for,
Her father keeps from all accefs of fuitors;
And will not promise her to any man,
Until the eldest fifter first be wed:
The younger then is free, and not before.
Tra. If it be fo, Sir, that you are the man
Muft fteed us all, and me among the reft;
And if you break the ice, and do this feat,
Atchieve the elder, fet the younger free
For our accefs; whofe hap fhall be to have her,
Will not fo gracelefs be, to be ingrate.

Hor. Sir, you fay well, and well you do conceive:
And fince you do profefs to be a fuitor,
You must, as we do, gratify this gentleman,
To whom we all reft generally beholden.

Tra. Sir, I fhall not be flack; in fign whereof,
Please ye, we may contrive this afternoon,
And quaff caroufes to our mistress' health;
And do as adverfaries do in law,

Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.

Grum. Bion. O excellent motion! fellows, let's be gone.

Hor.

Hor. The motion's good indeed, and be it fo. Petruchio, I fhall be your ben venuto.

[Exeunt,

[The prefenters above speak here. 1 Man. My Lord, you nɔd; you do not mind the play. Sly. Yea, by St. Ann, do I: a good matter, furely! comes there any more of it?

Lady. My Lord, 'tis but bagun.

Sly. 'Tis a very excellent piece of work, Madam Lady, Would 'twere done!

Bian.

ACT II. SCENE

Baptifta's houfe in Padua.

Enter Catharina and Bianca.

Goo

I.

OOD fifter, wrong me not, nor wrong your
felf,

To make a bondmaid and a flave of me;
That I disdain; but for thefe 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,

Cath. Of all thy fuitors here, I charge thee tell
Whom thou lov't beft: fee thou diffemble not.
Bian. Believe me, fister, of all men alive

I never yet beheld that special face,
Which I could fancy more than any other.
Cath. Minion, thou lyeft; is't not Hortenfio?
Bian. If you affect him, fister, here I swear,
I'll plead for you myself, but you fhall have him.
Cath Oh, then, belike you fancy riches more;
You will have Gremio, to keep you fair.

Bian. Is it for him you do fo envy me?
Nay, then you jeft; and now, I well perceive,
You have but jefted with me all this while;
I pr'ythee, fifter Kate, untie my hands.
Cath. If that be jeft, then all the reft was fo.

Enter Baptifta.

[Strikes her.

Bap. Why, how now, dame, whence grows this infoBianca, ftand afide; poor girl, she weeps;

[lence?

Go ply thy needle, meddle not with her.
For fhame, thou hilding of a devilish ipirit,
Why dost thou wrong her, that did ne er wrong thee?
When did fhe crois thee with a bitter word?

Cath. Her filence flouts me; and I'll be revenge'd.

[Flies after Bianca.

Bap. What, in my fight? Bianca, get thee in.

[Exit Bianca. Cath. Will you not suffer me ? nay, now I fee, She is your treafure; the must have a husband; I muft dance bare-foot on her wedding-day, And, for your love to her, lead apes in hell. Talk not to me, I will fit and weep, Till I can find occafion of revenge. [Exit. Cath. Bap. Was ever gentleman thus griev'd as I ? But who comes here?

go

Enter Gremio; Lucentio in the habit of a mean man; Petruchio, with Hortenfio like a mufician; 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 called Catharina, fair and virtuous? Bap. I have a daughter, Sir, called Catharina. 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 bathful modefty.

Her wonderous qualities, and mild behaviour,
Am bold to fhew myfelf a forward gueft
Within your houfe, to make mine eye the witness
Of that report, which I fo oft have heard.
And, for an entrance to my entertainment,

[Prefenting Hor.

I do prefent you with a man of mine,
Cunning in mufic, and the mathematics,
To inftruct her fully in thofe fciences,
D d

VOL. II.

Whereof

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, Sir, and he for your good fake. But for my daughter Catharine, this I know, She is not for your turn, the more's my grief. Pet. I fee you do not mean to part with her; Cr elfe you like not of my company.

Bap. Miftake me not, I fpeak but what I find. Whence are you, Sir? 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 fpeak too. Baccalare!- 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. Neighbour, this is a gift very grateful, I am fure of it. To exprefs the like kindnefs myself, that have been more kindly beholden to you than any, free leave give to this young fcholar, that hath been long ftudying at Reims, [Prefenting Luc.], as cunning in Greck, Latin, and other languages, as the other in mufic and mathematics; his name is Cambio; pray accept his fervice.

Bapt. A thoufand thanks, Signior Gremio: welcome, good Cambio. But, gentle Sir, methinks you walk like a ftranger, [To Tranio.]; may I be fo bold to know the caufe of your coming?

Tra. Pardon me, Sir, the boldnefs is mine own, That, being a stranger in this city here,

Do make myfelf a fuitor to your daughter,

Unto Bianca, tair and virtuous:

Nor is your firm refolve unknown to me,
In the preferment of the eldeft fiiter.
This liberty is all that I request;

That, upon knowledge of my parentage,

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

And, toward the education of your daughters,