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Spake you not these words plain,--Sirrah, knock me
here, Rap me here, knock me well, and knock me soundly? And come you now with“knocking at the gate ?
Pet. Sirrah, be gone, or talk not, I advise you.
Hor. Petruchio, patience; I am Grumio's pledge: Why, this a heavy chance 'twixt him and you ; Your ancient, trusty, pleasant servant Grumio. And tell me now, sweet friend, what happy gale Blows
you to Padua here, from old Verona ? Pet. Such wind as scatters young men through the
world, To seek their fortunes further than at home, Where small experience grows. But, in a few, Signior Hortensio, thus it stands with me : Antonio, my father, is deceas'd; And I have thrust myself into this maze, Haply to wive, and thrive, as best I may : Crowns in my purse I have, and goods at home, And so am come abroad to see the world. Hor. Petruchio, shall I then come roundly to
thee, And wish thee to a shrewd ill-favour'd wife? Thoud'st thank me but a little for my counsel : And yet I'll promise thee she shall be rich, And very
rich :--but thou'rt too much my friend, And I'll not wish thee to her.
Pet. Signior Hortensio, 'twixt such friends as we, Few words suffice: and, therefore, if thou know One rich enough to be Petruchio's wife, (As wealth is burthen of my wooing dance,
3 Few words,
Be she as foul as was Florentius' love, 4
Gru. Nay, look you, sir, he tells you flatly what his mind is: Why, give him gold enough and marry him to a puppet, or an aglet-baby;s or an old trot with ne'er a tooth in her head, though she have as many diseases as two and fifty horses: why, nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal.
Hor. Petruchio, since we have stepp'd thus far in,
Hor. Her father is Baptista Minola,
+ See the story, No. 39, of “ A Thoxsand Notable Things,"
S A small image on the tag of a lace.
An affable and courteous gentleman:
Pet. I know her father, though I know not her;
accompany me thither. Gru. I pray you, sir, let him go while the humour lasts. O' my word, an she knew him as well as I do, she would think scolding would do little good upon him : She may, perhaps, call him half a score knaves, or so: why, that's nothing; an he begin once, he'll rail in his rope-tricks. l'll tell you what, sir,-an she stand? him but a little, he will throw a figure in her face, and so disfigure her with it, that she shall have no more eyes to see withal than a cat : You know him not, sir.
Hor. Tarry, Petruchio, I must go with thee;
• Abusive language. 7 Withstand.
9 These measures.
Till Katharine the curst have got a husband.
Gru. Katharine the curst!
Hor. Now shall my friend Petruchio do me grace;
books under his arm. Gru. Here's no knavery! See; to beguile the old folks, how the young folks lay their heads together! Master, master, look about you: Who goes there? ha!
Hor. Peace, Grumio; 'tis the rival of my love: Petruchio, stand by a while. Gru. A proper stripling, and an amorous !
[They retire. Gre. O, very well; I have perus’d the note. Hark you, sir; I'll have them very fairly bound: All books of love, see that at any hand;2 And see you read no other lectures to her: You understand me:-Over and beside Signior Baptista's liberality, I'll mend it with a largess::--Take your papers too, And let me have them very well perfum'd; For she is sweeter than perfume itself, To whom they go. What will you read to her ?
Luc. Whate'er I read to her, I'll plead for you,
Gre. O this learning! what a thing it is!
Whither I am going ?- To Baptista Minola.
Hor. 'Tis well : and I have met a gentleman,
prove. Gru. And that his bags shall prove. [Aside.
Hor. Gremio, 'tis now no time to vent our love: Listen to me, and if you speak me fair, I'll tell you news indifferent good for either. Here is a gentleman, whom by chance I met, Upon agreement from us to his liking,