Have leave and leisure to make love to her; Enter Gremio, and Lucentio difguis'd. Gru. Here's no knavery! fee, to beguile the old folks, how the young folks lay their heads together. Maiter, look about you: who goes there? ha. Hor. "Peace, Grumio, 'tis the rival of my love. Gru. A proper ftripling, and an amorous.- I'll mend it with a largefs. Take your papers too, To whom they go: what will you read to her? Gre. Oh this learning, what a thing it is! Hor. Grumio, mum! God fave you, Signior Gremio. Gre. And you are well met, Signior Hortenfio. Trow you, whither I am going? to Baptifla Minola; I promis'd to enquire carefully about a school-mafter for the fair Bianca; and by good fortune I have lighted well on this young man; for learning and behaviour fit for her turn, well read in poetry, and other books, good ones, I warrant ye. Hor. 'Tis well; and I have met a gentleman, To To fair Bianca, fo belov'd of me. Gre. Belov'd of me,-and that my deeds fhall prove. Hor. Gremio, 'tis now no time to vent our love. Hortenfio, have you told him all her faults? Pet. I know the is an irksome brawling fcold; If that be all, maflers, I hear no harm. Gre. No, fayeft me fo, friend? what countryman ? My father's dead, my fortune lives for me, Gre. Oh, Sir, fuch a life with fuch a wife were strange; But will you wooe this wild cat? Pet. Will I live? Gru. Will he wooe her? ay, or I'll hang her. Loud larums, neighing fteeds, and trumpets clangue? That gives not half fo great a blow to hear, As will a chefnut in a farmer's fire? Tush, tufh, fear boys with bugs. Gre. Hortenfio, hark: This gentleman is happily arriv'd,, My My mind prefumes, for his own good, and ours.. Gre. And fo we will, provided that he win her. 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 readiest way to the house 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. Nor her that chides, Sir, at any hand, I pray.. Tra. I love no chiders, Sir: Biondello, let's away Luc. Well begun, Tranio. Hor. Sir, a word ere you go: Are you a fuitor to the maid you talk of, yea or no? Gre. No; if without more words you will get you hences Tra. Why, Sir, I pray, are not the ftreets as free For me, as for you? Gre. But fo is not fhe. Tra. For what reason, I beseech you? Gre. For this reason, if you'll know : That fhe's the choice love of Signior Gremio. To whom my father is not all unknown; Gre, What, this gentleman will out-talk us all! Luce Luc. Sir, give him head; I know, he'll prove a jade. 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, insooth: 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, Tra. (10) Sir, I fhall not be flack; in fign whereof, (10) Sir, I fhall not be flack; in fign whereof, Pleafe you, we may contrive this afternoon,] Pleafe What were they to contrive? or how is it any teftimony of Tranio's confenting to be liberal, that he will join in contriving with them? in short, a foolish corruption poffeffes the place, that quite ftrips the poet of his intended humour. What was faid here is purely vidu, as the old Scholiafts call it, in character. Tranio is but a fuppos'd gentleman: his habit is all the gentility he has about him: and the poet, I am perfuaded, meant that the Servingman's qualities fhould break out upon him; and that his mind fhould rather run on good cheer than contrivances. I have therefore ventur'd to suspect; Pleafe you we may convive this afternoon, This agrees with, quaff carouses; and with what he fays at the con clusion of this speech, but cat and drink, es friends, And this word convive, Please ye, we may convive this afternoon, Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends. Gru. Bion. O excellent motion: fellows, let's be gone. Hor. The motion's good indeed, and be it so, Petruchio, I fhall be your ben venuto. [Exeunt. [The Prefenters, above, Speak here. 1 Man. My Lord, you nod; 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 begun. Sly. 'Tis a very excellent piece of work, Madam Lady. Would 'twere done!· G SCENE, Baptifta's House in Padua. Enter Catharina and Bianca. BIANCA. OOD Sifter, wrong me not, nor wrong yourself, To make a bond-maid and a flave of me; That I difdain; (11) but for these other gawds, Unbind convive, however queint and uncommon it may be, is again used by our poet in his Troilus and Creffila: First, all you Peers of Greece, go to my tent; There in the full convive you. It is regularly deriv'd from convivium of the Latins; and the active verb, used more obfoletely instead of the paifive. And, Si calendis convivant, idibus cœnant foris. Malo bercle fuo magno convivant fine modo. Say Pomponius and Ennius, as quoted by Nonius Marcellus. (11). But for thefe other goods,] This is so trifling and unexpreisive a word, that, I am satisfied, our author wrote, gawds, (i. e. toys, |