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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 suitors here, I charge thee, tell
Whom thou lov'it beft; fee, thou diffemble not.

Bian. Believe me, fifter, 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 Hortenfo?

Bian. If you affect him, fifter, here I swear, I'll plead for you myself, but you shall 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 jested with me all this while;
I pr’ythee, filer Kate, untie my hands.
Cath. If that be jest, then all the reft was fo.

[Strikes ber Enter Baptifta. Bap. Why, how now, dame, whence grows this insolence? Bianca, stand afide; poor girl, se weeps ;. Go ply thy needle, meddle not with her. toys, triding ornaments ;) a term that he frequently uses and seems fond of, Midsummer Night's dream,

With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gawds, conceits,

Knacks, trifles,And again,

As the remembrance of an idle gawde,

Which in my childhood I did doat upon.. King John.

Is all too wanton, and too full.of gards,

To give me audience.
So Beaumont and Fletcher in their Women pleas'd;

Her rules and precepts hung with gawds and ribbands.. And in their Two Noble Kinsmen;

-What-a mere child is fancy,
That having two fair gawds of equal sweetness,,
Cannot diftinguith, but must cry, for both.

&c. &c. &ice


For shame, thou hilding of a devilish spirit,
Why dost thou wrong her, that did ne'er wrong thee?
When did the cross thee with a bitter word?
Cath. Her filence fouts me; and I'll be reveng'd.

(Flies after Bianca. Bap. What, in my fight? Bianca, get thee in.

(Exit Bian. Cath. Will you not suffer me? nay, now I see, She is your treasure; she must have a husband; I must dance bare-foot on her wedding day, And, for your love to her, lead apes in hell: Talk not to me, I will go fit and weef, 'Till I can find occasion of revenge.

[Exit Cath. Bap. Was ever gentleman thus griev'd, as I ? But who comes here? Enter Gremio, Luceniio in the habit of a mean man; Petruchio with Hortensio, like a musician; Tranio

and Biondello bearing a lust and books. Gre. Good morrow, neighbour Baptista.

Bap. Good morrow, peighbour Gremio: God save you, , gentlemen.

Pet. And you, good Sir; pray, have you not a daughter call'd Catharina, fair and virtuousi

Bap I have a daughter, Sir, call'd Catharina,
Gre. You are too blunt ; go to it orderly.

Pet. You wrong me. Si nior Gremio, give me leave,
I am a gentleman of Verona, Sir,
That hearing of her beauty and her wit,
her affability and bashful inodelty,
Her wondrous qualities, and mild behoviour,
Am bold to thew myself a forward guest
Within your house, to make mine eye the witness
Of that report, which I so oft have heard.
And, for an entrance to my entertainment,

[Peclenting Hora I do prefept you with a man of mine, Cunning in musick, and the mathematicks, To instruct her fully in those sciences, Whereof, I know, she is not ignorant :


Accept of bim, or else you do me wrong,
His name is Licio, born in Mantua.

Bap. You'are 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 see you do not mean to part with her; Or else you like not of my company.

Bap. Mistake me not, I speak but what 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 fake.

Gre. Saving your tale, Petruchio, I pray, let us, that are poor petitioners, speak too. Baccalare! — you are marvellous forward. (12)

Per. Oh, pardon me, Signior Gremio, I would fain be doing. (13) Gre. I doubt it not, Sir, but you

will curse your w00ing: Neighbour, 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, free leave

(12) Baccare, you are marvellous forward.) But not fo forward, as our editors are indolent and acquieicing. This is a ftupid corruption of the press, that none of them have div’d into. We must read, Bascolare, as Mr. Warburton acutely observ’d to me; by which the Italians mean, thou arrogant, prefumptuous man! The word is used scornfully, upon any one that would assume a port of grandeur and high repute : Per divisione d'buomo che sia in riputatione, e cbe grandeggi; says La Crusca. The French call such a character, un Bravacbe; and the Spaniards, el Fanfarron.

(13) Ob, pardon me, Signor Gremio, I would fain be doing,

Gre. I doubt it not, Sir, but you will curse your wooing neighbours, This is a gift; } It would be very unreasonable, after such a number of instances, to suspect the editors ever dwelt on the meaning of any passage: But why should Petruchio curse his woning Neigbbcurs? They were none of them his rivals: Nor, though he should curse his own match afterwards, did he commence his courtship on their accounts. In short, Gremie is design’d to answer to Petruibio in doggrei rhyme, to this purpose,“ Yes; I know, you would fain be doing; but “ you'll coap with such a devil, that you'll have reason to curse your " wooing.”—and then immediately turns his discourse to Baptifia, whom he calls Neighbour, (as he had done before at the beginning of this scene,) and makes his present to him.

give to this young scholar, that hath been long ftudying at Reims, [Presenting Luc.) as cunning in Greek, Latin, and other languages, as the other in musick and mathematicks; his name is Cambio; pray, accept his service.

Bap. A thousand thanks, Signior Gremio ; welcome, good Cambio. But, gentle Sir, methinks, you walk like a stranger; (To Tranio.] may I be so bold to know the cause of your coming ?

Tra, Pardon me, Sir, the boldness is mine own,
That, being a stranger in this city here,
Do make my felf a suitor to your daughter,
Unto Bianca, fair and virtuous :
Nor is your firm resolve unknown to me,
In the preferment of the eldest filter.
This liberty is all that I request,
That, upon knowledge of my parentage,
I may have welcome 'mongst the rest that woo,
And free access and favour as the rest.
And toward the education of your daughters,
I here bestow a simple instrument,
And this small packet of Greek and Latin books.
If you accept them, then their worth is great.

[They greet privately. Bap. Lucentio is your name? of whence I pray? Tre. Of Pisa, Sir, son to Vincentio.

Bap. A mighty man of Pisa; by report
I know him well; you are very welcome, Sir. -
you the lute, and you the set of books,

[To Hortenfio and Lucentio, You shall go see your pupils presently, . Holla, within !

Enter a fervant.
Sirrah, lead these gentlemen
To my two daughters; and then tell them both,
These are their tutors, bid them use them well.

[Exit Serv. with Hortensio and Lucentio. 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. Signior Baptifla, my business asketh hafte,
And every day I cannot come to wooe.
You knew my father well, and in him me,
Left solely heir to all his lands and goods,
Which I have better'd, rather than decreas'd;
Then tell me, if I get your daughter's love,
What dowry shall I have with her to wife?

Bap. After my death, the one half of my lands;
And, in poffeffion, twenty thousand crowns.

Pet. And for that dowry, I'll assure her of
Her widowhood, be it that me furvive me,
In all my lands and leases whatsoever;
Let specialties be therefore drawn between us,
That covenants may be kept on either hand.

Bap. Ay, when the special thing is well obtain'd,
That is, her love; for that is all in all.

Pet. Why, that is nothing: For I tell you, father,
I am as peremptory as the proud-minded.
And where two raging fires meet together;
They do consume the thing that feeds their fury:
Tho' little fire grows great with little wind,
Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all :
So I to her, and so the yields to me,
For I am rough, and wooe not like a bábe.

Bap. Well may'lt thou wooe, and happy be thy speedt But be thou arm'd for some unhappy words.

Pet. Ay, to the proof, as mountains are for winds; That shake not, tho' they blow perpetually.

Enter Hortenfio with his bead broke. Bap. How naw, my friend; why doit thou look so palet Hor. For fear, I promise you, if I look pale. Bap. What, will my daughter prove a good musician?

Hor. I think, she'll sooner prove a soldier; Iron may

hold with her, but never lutes. Bap. Why, then thou canst not break her to the late?

Hor. Why, no; for the hath broke the lute to me.
I did but tell her, the mistook her frets,
And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering,
When, with a most impatient devilish spirit,


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