Why dost thou wrong her that did ne'er wrong thee? When did she cro s thee with a bitter word? Kath. Her silence ones 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: God 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. Pet. You wrong me, Signior Gremio; give me I am a gentleman of Verona, Sir, That, hearing of her beauty, and her wit, Her affability, and bashfel modesty, Her wondrous qualities, and mild behaviour, Am bold to show 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,...). I do present you with a man of mine, [Presenting HORTENSIO. Cunning in musick, and the mathematicks, To instruct her fully in those sciences... Whereof, I know, she is not ignorant: Accept of him, or else you do me wrong; His name is Licio, born in Mantua. Bap. You're welcome, Sir; and he, for your good But for my daughter Katharine, sake: this I know, She is not for your turn, the more say 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 as 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 weli: you are welcome for his sake. Gre. Saving your tale, Petruchio, I pray, Let us, that are poor petitioners, speak 100: Baccare! you are marvellous forward.. Pet. O, pardon me, Signior Gremio; Iwould fain be doing. Gre. I doubt it not, Sir; but you will curse your wooing. 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, I freely give unto you this young scholar, [Presenting Lo. CENTIO,] that hath been long studying at Rheims; 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: wel come come, good Cambio. But, gentle Sir, [To TRANIO.] methinks, you walk like a stranger; May I be so bold to know the cause of your coming? Tra. Pardon me, Sir, the boldness is mine own; Nor is your firm resolve unknown to me, That, upon knowledge of my parentage, I may have welcome 'mongst the rest that woo, And this small packet of Greek and Latin books: Bap. Lucentio is your name? of whence, I pray? Bap. A mighty man of Pisa; by report I know him well: you are very welcome, Sir. Take you To Hon.] the lute, and you [To Luc.] the set of books, You shall go see your pupils presently. Holla, within! Enter a Servant, Sirrah, lead These gentlemen to my daughters; and tell them both, These are their tutors; bid them use them well. [Exit Servant, with HORTENSIO, LUCENTIO, and BIONDello. We will go walk a little in the orchard, And then to dinner: You are passing welcome, 3 Pet. Signior Baptista, my business asketh haste, You knew my father well; and in him, me, Let specialties be therefore drawn between us, - I A Bap. Ay, when the special thing is well obtained, This is, her love; for that is all in all, Pet. Why, that is nothing; for I tell you, father, I am as peremptory as she proud minded; And where two raging fires meet together, They do consume the thing that feeds their fury; Though little fire grows great with little wind, Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all: So I to her, and so she yields to me; For I am rough, and woo not like a babe Bap. Well may'st thou woo, and happy be the speed! But be thou arm'd for some unhappy words. Re-enter HORTENSIO, with his head broken.. Bap. How now, my friend? why dost thou look so pale? Hor. For fear, I promise you, if I look pale. « Bap. What, will my daughter prove a gyed mu-sician? 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 lute? Hor. Why, no; for she hath broke the lute to me. I did but tell her, she mistook her frets, And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering; Frets, call you these? quoth she: I'll fume with them: And, with that word, she struck me on the head, And through the instrument my pate made way; And there I stood amazed for a while, As on a pillory, looking through the lute; --While she did call me, - rascal fiddler, And twangling Jack; with twenty such vile terms, As she had studied to misuse me so./ Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench; I love her ten times more than e'er I did: 0, how I long to have some chat with her! Bap. Well, go with me, and be not so discom fited: Proceed in practice with my younger daughter; - Pet. I pray you do; I will attend her here, · 'HORTENSIO. And woo her with some spirit when she comes. Say, that she frown; I'll say, she looks as clear |