Gru. Will he woo her? ay, or I'll hang her.

[Aside.

Pet. Why came I hither, but to that intent? Think you, a little din can daunt mine ears ? Have I not in my time heard lions roar? Have I not heard the sea, puff'd up with winds, Rage like an angry boar, chafed with sweat? Have I not heard great ordnance in the field, And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies? Have I not in a pitched battle heard Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang? And do you tell me of a woman's tongue; That gives not half so great a blow to the ear,

As will a chesnut in a farmer's fire?

Tush! tush! fear boys with bugs.
Gru.

Gre. Hortensio, hark!

This gentleman is happily arriv'd,

For he fears none.

[Aside.

My mind presumes, for his own good, and yours.

Hor. I promis'd, we would be contributors,

And bear his charge of wooing, whatsoeʼer.

Gre. And so we will; provided, that he win her.

Gru. I would, I were as sure of a good dinner.

[Aside.

Enter TRANIO, bravely apparell'd; and BIONDELLO.

Tra. Gentlemen, save you! If I may be bold, Tell me, I beseech you, which is the readiest way To the house of signior Baptista Minola?

Gre. He that has the two fair daughters: - is't [Aside to TRANIO.] he you mean? Tra. Even he. Biondello!

Gre. Hark you, sir; You mean not her to

Tra. Perhaps, him and her, sir; What have you

to do?

* Fright boys with bugbears.

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.

Hor. Sir, a word ere you go;

[Aside.

Are you a suitor 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 streets as free

For me, as for you?

Gre.

But so is not she.

Tra. For what reason, I beseech you? Gre. For this reason, if you'll know, That she's the choice love of signior Gremio.

Hor. That she's the chosen of signior Hortensio. Tra. Softly, my masters! if you be gentlemen, Do me this right, - hear me with patience. Baptista is a noble gentleman, To whom my father is not all unknown; And, were his daughter fairer than she is, She may more suitors have, and me for one. Fair Leda's daughter had a thousand wooers; Then well one more may fair Bianca have: And so she shall; Lucentio shall 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. Hortensio, to what end are all these words? Hor. Sir, let me be so bold as to ask you,

Did you yet ever see Baptista's daughter?

Tra. No, sir; but hear I do, that he hath two;

The one as famous for a scolding tongue,
As is the other for beauteous modesty.

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Pet. Sir, sir, the first'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, insooth;

The youngest daughter, whom you hearken for,
Her father keeps from all access of suitors;
And will not promise her to any man,
Until the elder sister first be wed:
The younger then is free, and not before.

Tra. If it be so, sir, that you are the man
Must stead us all, and me among the rest;
An if you break the ice, and do this feat, -
Achieve the elder, set the younger free
For our access, - whose hap shall be to have her,
Will not so graceless be, to be ingrate.

Hor. Sir, you say well, and well you do con

́ceive;
And since you do profess to be a suitor,
You must, as we do, gratify this gentleman,
To whom we all rest generally beholden.

Tra. Sir, I shall not be slack: in sign whereof,
Please ye we may contrive this afternoon,
And quaff carouses to our mistress' health;
And do as adversaries do in law, -
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 shall be your ben venuto. [Exeunt.

9 Companions

ACT THE SECOND.

SCENE I.

A Room in Baptista's House.

Enter KATHARINA and BIANCA.

Bian. Good sister, wrong me not, nor wrong

yourself,

To make a bondmaid and a slave of me;
That I disdain: but for these other gawds',
Unbind my hands, I'll pull them off myself,
Or, what you will command me, will I do,
So well I know my duty to my elders.

Kath. Of all thy suitors, here I charge thee, tell
Whom thou lov'st best: see thou dissemble not.
Bian. Believe me, sister, of all the men alive,
I never yet beheld that special face
Which I could fancy more than any other.

Kath. Minion, thou liest; Is't not Hortensio ? Bian. If you affect him, sister, here I swear, I'll plead for you myself, but you shall have him. Kath. O then, belike, you fancy riches more ; You will have Gremio to keep you fair.

Bian. Is it for him you do envy me so?
Nay, then you jest; and now I well perceive,
You have but jested with me all this while :
I pr'ythee, sister Kate, untie my hands.

Kath. If that be jest, then all the rest was so.

Enter BAPTISTA.

[Strikes her.

Bap. Why, how now, dame! whence grows this

insolence?

Trifling ornaments.

Bianca, stand aside; - poor girl! she weeps: -
Go ply thy needle; meddle not with her. -
For shame, thou hilding3 of a devilish spirit,

Why dost thou wrong her that did ne'er wrong

thee?

When did she cross thee with a bitter word?

Kath. Her silence flouts me, and I'll be reveng'd. [Flies after BIANCA. Bap. What, in my sight? - Bianca, get thee in. [Exit BIANCA.

Kath. 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 sit and weep, Till I can find occasion of revenge.

[Exit KATHARINA.

Bap. Was ever gentleman thus griev'd as I? But who comes here?

Enter GREMIO, with LUCENTIO in the habit of a mean man; PETRUCHIO, with HORTENSIO as a Musician; and TRANIO, with BIONDELLO bearing a lute and books.

Gre. Good-morrow, neighbour Baptista.
Bap. Good-morrow, neighbour Gremio: save 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,