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TAMING OF THE SHREW.
TRAN10, CHRISTOPHER SL1, a drunken tinker: Persons
Servants to Lucentio. Hostess, Page, Players, Huntsmen and in chenna GREMIS, } Servants to Petruchio.
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PEDANT, an old Fellow, set up to personate Vlo BAPTISTA, a rich gentleman of Padua. VINCENTIO, an old gentleman of Pisa. Lucestio, Son to Vincentio, in love with Bianca. KATHARINA, the Shreu,} Daughters to Baptista. PETROCHIO, a Genlleman of Verona, a Suitor to BIANCA, her sister, Katharina.
Tauor, Haberdasher, and Servants, attending on HORTEN'$10,} Suitors to Bianca.
Baptista and Petruchio
SCENE I.-Before an alehouse on a healh. And brave attendants near him when he wakes,
Would not the beggar then forget himself?
1 Hunt. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot
choose. Sly. I'll pheese! you, in faith. Hist. A pair of stocks, you rogue!
2 Hunt. It would seem strange unto him when
he wak'd. Slu. Y'are a baguage; the Slies are no rogies. Look in the chronicles, we came in with Richard
Lord. Even as a flattering dream, or worthless Conquerer. Therefore parcus pallabris ;; let the
fancy. world slide : Sessa! 3
Then take him up, and manage well the jest: Host. You will not pay for the glasses you have Carry him gently to my fairest chamber, burst?
And bang it round with all my wanton pictures: Sly. No, not a denier: Go by, says Jeronimo;- Balm his foul head with warm distilled waters, Go to thy cold bed, and warm thee..
And bur sweet wood to make the lodging sweet. Host. Í know my remedy; I must go fetch the Procure me music ready when he wakes, third borough.s
To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound; Sly. Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll an- And if he chance to speak, be ready straight, swer him by law : I'll not budye an inch, boy; let And, with a low subniissive reverence him come, and kindly.
Say,-- What is it your honor will command ? (Lies doun on the ground, and falls asleep. Full of rose-water, and bestrew d with flowers;
Let one attend him with a silver bason, Wind horns. Enter a Lord from hunting, with Another bear the ewer, the third a diaper, Huntsman and Servants.
And say,-Will't please your lordship cool your
hands? Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my some one be ready with a costly suit,
hounds; Brach. Merriman,- the poor cur is embosed,
And ask him what apparel he will wear; And couple Clowder with the deep-mouthed brach. Another tell him of his hounds and horse, Saw st thou not, boy, how Silver made it good
And that his lady mourns at his disease: It the hedge corner, in the coldest fault?
Persuade him that he hath been lunatic; I would not lose the dog for twenty pound.
And, when he says he is,-say that he dreams, i Hunt. Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord; This do, and do it kindly, genile sirs;
For he is nothing but a mighty lord.
It will be pastime passing excellent,
If it be husbanded with modesty. Lord. Thou art a fool; if Echo were as fleet,
1 Hunt. My lord, I warrant you, we'll play our I would esteem him worth a dozen sucb.
As he shall think, by our true di.igence, But sup then well, and look unto them all;
He is no less than what we say he is. Tomorrow I intend to hunt again. | Hunt. I will, my lord.
Lord. Take him up gently, and to bed with him, Lord. What's here? one dead, or drunk? See,
And each vne to his office when he wakes.-doth he breathe ?
(Some bcur out Sly. A trumpet sounds, 2 Hunt. He breathes, iny lord: Were he not
Sirrah, go see what truinpet 'tis that sounds:
(Exit Servant warm d with ale. This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly.
Belike, some noble gentleman; that means, Lord. O monstrous beast ! how like a swine he Traveling some journey, to repose him here.lies!
Re-enter a Servant.
An it please your honor What think you, if he were convey'd to bed, Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers,
Players that offer service to your lordship.
Lord. Bid them come near :A most delicious banquet by his bed,
Enter Players. Beat or knock. Few words
• Be quiet.
Now, fellows, you are welcome. This line and scrap of Spanish is ured in burlesque 1 Play. We thank your honor. trom an old play called llieronymo, or the Spanish Trag. Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to-night dy. . An officerwhose authority equals that of a constable.
2 Play. So please your lordship to accept our dutv • Bitch. Strained,
Lord, With all my heart. This fellow I remem- by birth a pedlar, by education a card-inaker, hy bor,
transmutation a bear-herd, and now by present Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son;
profession a tinker! Ask Marian Hacket, the lat 'Twas where you woo'd the gentlewoman so well : ale-wife of Wincot, if she know me not: if she say I have forgot your naine; but sure that part I am not fourteen pence on the score for sheer ale, Was aptly fitted, and naturally perforın d. score me up for the lyingest knave in Christendom
I Püy. I think 'twas Soto, that your honor means. What, I am not bestraught;. Here's
Lord." 'Tis very true ;-thou didst it excellent. 1 Serv. O, this it is that makes your lady mourn. Well, you are come to me in happy time;
2 Serv. O, this it is that makes your servants The rather, for I have some sport in hand,
droop. Wherein your cunning can assist me much.
Lord. Hence comes it that your kindred slun There is a lord will hear you play to-night:
your house, But I am doubtful of your modesties;
As beaten hence by your strange lunacy. Lest, over-eying of his odd behavior,
0, noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth; (For yet his honor never heard a play,)
Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment, You break into some merry passion,
And banish hence these abject lowly dreams: And so offend him; for I tell you, sirs,
Look how thy servants do attend on thee, If you should smile, he grows impatient.
Each in his office ready at thy beck. 1 Play. Fear not, my lord; we can contain our- Wilt thou have music ! hark! A pollo plays, selves,
(Musk Were he the veriest antic in the world.
And twenty caged nightingales do sing : Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery, Or wilt thou sleep? we'll have thee to a couch, And give them friendly welcome every one:
Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed Let them want nothing that my house affords.- On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis.
Exeunt Servant and Players. Say, thou wilt walk; we will bestrew the ground: Sirrah, go you to Bartholomew, my page,
Or wilt thou ride? thy horses shall be tra pd,
To a Servant. Their harness studded all with gold and pearl. And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady: Dost thou love hawking! thou hast hawks will soal That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamber, Above the morning lark: Or wilt thou hunt? And call him-madam, do him obeisance,
Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them, Tell him from me, (as he will win my love,) And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth. He bear himself with honorable action,
1 Serv. Say, thou wilt course; thy greyhounds Such as he hath observed in noble ladies
are as swift Unto their lords, by them accomplished:
As breathed stays, ay, fleeter than the roe. Such duty to the drunkard let him do.
2 Serv. Dost thou love pictures ? we will fetch With soft low tongue, and lowly courtesy ;
thee straight And say-- What is't your honor will command, Adonis, painted by a running brook: Wherein your lady, and your humble wife,
And Cytherea all in sedges hid; May show her duty, and make known her love? Which seem to move and wanton with her breath, And then--with kind embracements, tempting kisses, Even as the waving sedges play with wind. And with declining head into his bosom,
Lord. We'll show thee lo, as she was a maid; Rid him shed tears, as being overjoy d
And how she was beguiled and surpris d, To see her noble lord restor'd lo health,
As lively painted as the decd was done. Who, for twice seven years, hath esteemed him 3 Serv. Or Daphne, roaining through a thorny No better than a poor and loathsome beggar;
wood : And if the boy have not a woman's gift,
Scratching her legs that one shall swear she bleeds: To rain a shower of commanded tears,
And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep, An onion will do well for such a shift;
So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn. Which in a napkin being close convey'd,
Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord: Shall in despite enforce a watery eye.
Thou hast a lady far more beautiful See this despatch'd with all the haste thou canst ; Than any woman in this waning age. Anon I'll give thee more instructions.
i Serv. And, till the tears that she had shed for (Exit Servant.
thee, I know, the boy will well usurp the grace, Like envious floods, o'er-ran her lovely face. Voice, gait, and action of a gentlewoman:
She was the fairest creature in the world;
Or do I dream ? or have I dream'd till now
I smell sweei savors, and I feel soft things: May well abate the over merry spleen,
Upon my life, I am a lord, indeed; Which otherwise would go into extremes.
And not a tinker, nor Cristophero Sly.-
| Exeunt. Well, bring our lady hither to our sight: SCENE II.- A Bedchamber in the Lord's House. And once again, a pot o' the smallest ale.
2 Serv. Will't please your mightiness te Sly is discovered in a rich night-gown, with Attend
your hands? ants; some with apparel, others with bason.
Şervants present an ewer, basin, and mpkin ewer, and other appurtenances. Enter Lord, o, how we joy to see your wit restor'd! dressed liha i Servant.
o, that once more you knew but what you sre! Sly. For God's sake, a pot of small ale.
These fifteen years, you have been in a dream; 1 Serv. Will't please your lordship drink a cup Or, when you wakd, so wak'd as if you slept. of sack ?
Sly. These filleen years! by my fay, a goodly nap2 Serv. Will't please your honor taste of these But did I never speak of all that time? conserves !
1 Serv. O, yes, my lord; but very idle words: 3 Serv. What raiment will your honor wear to-day? For though you lay here in this goodly chamber,
Sly. I am Christopher siy; call not me-honor, Yet you would say, ye were beaten out of duors: nor lordship: I never drank suck in my life; and it And rail upon the hostess of the house; you give me any conserves, give me conserves of And say, you would present her at the leet, beef: Ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear, for I Because she brought stone jugs and no seal'd quarts have no more doublets than backs, no more stock. Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket. ings than legs, nor no niore shoes than feet; nay, Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the house. sometimes, more feet than shoes, or such shoes as 3 Serv. Why, sir, you know no house, nor my toes look through the over-leather.
such maid 'Lord. Heaven cease this idie huinor in your Nor no such men, as you have reckon d up,honor !
As Stephen Sly, and old Jolin Naps of Greece, O, that a mighty man of such descent,
And Peter Turf, and Henry Pimpernell; Of such possessions, and so high esteem,
And twenty more such names and men as these Should be infused with so foul a spirit!
Which never were, nor no inan ever saw, Sly. What, would you make me mad? Am not Sly. Now, Lord be thanked for my good amenda I Christopher Sly, old Sly's son of Burton-heath;
Or, if not so, until the sun be set:
Enter the Page, as a Lally, with Attendants. In peril to incur your foriner malady,
That I should yet absent me from your bed :
Sly. Ay, it stands so, that I may hardly tarry so Page. Here, noble lord; what is thy will with her? long. But I would be loath to fall into my dreams Sly. Are you my wife, and will not call me
again; I will therefore tarry, in despite of the flesh husband?
and the blood. My men should call me-lord; I am your goodman.
Enter a Servant. Page. My husband and my lord, my lord and
Serv. Your honor's players, hearing your amend. husband;
ment, I am your wife in all obedience.
Are come to play a pleasant comedy: Sly. I know it well :- What must I call her ? For so your doctors hold it very meet; Lord. Madam.
Seeing ioo much sadness hath congeald your blood, Sly. Al'ce madam, or Joan madam?
And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy, Lord. Madam and nothing else; so lords call ladies. Therefore, they thought it good you hear a play, Sly. Madam wife, they say that I have dream'd, And frame your mind to mirth and merriment, and slept
Which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life. Above some fifteen year and more.
Sly. Marry, I will; let them play it: Is not a Page. Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me: commonly a Christmas gambol, or a tumbling-trick? Being all this time abandon'd from your bed.
Page. No, my good lord: it is more pleasing stuif. Sly. 'Tis much ; Servants, leave me and her Sly. What, household stuff? alone.
Puge. It is a kind of history. Madam, undress you, and come now to bed.
Sly. Well, we'll see't: Come, madam wife, sit Page. Thrice noble lord, let me entreat of you, by my side, and let the world slip; we shall ne'er To pardon me yet for a night or two;
[Thzy sil down.
SCENE I.- Padua. A public Place.
For how I firmly am resolved you know,
That is, - not to bestow my youngest daughter, Enter LUCENTIo and Tran10.
Before I have a husband for the elder: Luc. Tranio, since - for the great desire I had If either of you both love Katharina, To see fair Padua, nursery of arts,
Because I know you well, and love you well, I am arrived for fruitful Lombardy,
Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure. The pleasant garden of great Italy:
Gra. To cart her rather: She's too rough for me:And, by my father's love and leave, am arm'd There, there, Hortensio, will you any wife? With his good will, and thy good company,
Kath. I pray you, sir, [To BAP) is it your will Must trusty servant, well approv'd in all;
To make a stale of me amongst these mates! Here let us breathe, and happily institute
Hor. Mates, maid! how mean you that ? no mates A course of learning, and ingenious studies.
for you, Pisa, renowned for grave citizens,
Unless you were of gentler, milder mould. Gave me my being, and my father first,
Kath. I'faith, sir, you shall never need to fear; A merchant of great traffic through the world, I wis," it is not half way to her heart : Vincentio, come of the Bentivolii.
But, if it were, doubt vot her care should be Vincentio, his son, brought up in Florence, To comb your noddle with a three-legg d stool, It shall become, to serve all hopes conceivid, And paini your face, apd use you like a fool. To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds:
Hor. From all such devils, good Lord, deliver us! And therefore, Tranio, for the time I study,
Gre. And me, too, good Lord ! Virtue, and that part of philosophy
Tra. Hush, master! here is some good pastime Will I apply, that treats of happiness
toward; By virtue specially to be achievid.
That wench is stark mad, or wonderful froward. Tell me thy mind: for I have Pisa left,
Luc. But in the other's silence I do see
Maid's mild behavior and sobriety.
Tra. Well said, master; mum! and gaze your fil. Tra. Mi perdonate,' genile master mine,
Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soon make good I am in all affected as yourself;
Wbai I have said, — Bianca, get you in : Glad that you thus continue your resolve,
And let it not displease thee, good Bianca; To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy.
For I will love thee ne'er the less, my girl. Only, good master, while we do admire
Kath. A pretty peat !'lis best This virtue, and this moral discipline,
Put finger in the eye,-an she knew why. Let's be no stoics, nor no stocks, I pray;
Bian. Sister, content you in my discontent.-Or so devote to Aristotle's checks,
Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe; As Ovid be an outcast quite abjur’d:
My books, and instruments, shall be my company. Talk logic with acquaintance that you have, On them to look, and practise by myself, And practise rhetoric in your common talk:
Luc. Hark, Tranio! thou mayst hear Minerva Music and poesy uzed to quicken you;
| Aside The mathemnatics and the metaphysics,
Hor. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange? Fall to them as you find your stomach serves you: Sorry am I, that our good will effects No profit grows, where is no pleasure ta'en ;- Bianca's grief. In brief, sir, study what you most affect.
Why will you mew, her up, Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou advise. Signior Baptista, for this fiend of hell, If, Biondello, thou wert come ashore,
And make her bear the penance of her tongue ?We could at once put us in readiness:
Bup. Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolv*d:And take a lodging fit to entertain
Go in, Bianca.
| Exit Bianca. Such friends, as the time in Padua shall beget. And for I know, she taketh most delight fut stay awhile: What company is this?
In music, instruments, and poetry, Tra. Master, some show, to welcome us to town. school masters will I keep within my house Enter BAPTISTA, KATHARINA, BIANCA, GREMIO, Fit to instruct her youth.- If you, Hortensio und HORTENS10.
LUCENTIO and TRANJO Or Signior Gremio, you,- know any such, stand aside.
Prefer them hither; for to cunning men Bap. Gentlemen, importune me no further,
I will be very kind, and liberal
To mine own children in good bringing up;
* Think. . Harsh rules.
And so farewell. Kathariua, you may stay,
And therefore has he closely mew'd her up, For I have shore to commune with Bianca. Erit. Because she shall not be annoy'd with suitors
Kuth. Why, and I trust, I inay go too; May I not? Luc. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel father's he!
Gre. You may go to the devil's dam; your gifts Tra. Ay, marry, am I, sır; and now 'tis plotted are so good, here is none will hold you. Our love Luc. I lave it, Tranio. is not so great, Hortensio, but we may blow our nails Tra.
Master, for my band, together, and fast it fairly out; our cake's dough on Both our inventions meet and jump in one. both sides. Farewell :-- Yet, for the love I bear Luc. Tell me thine first. my sweet Bianca, if I can by any ineans light on a Tra.
You will be schoolmaster, fit man, to teach her that wherein she delights, I And undertake the teaching of the maid: will wish him to her father.
That's your device. Hor. So will I, signior Gremio : But a word, I Luc.
It is: May it be done? pray. Though the nature of our quarrel yet never Tra. Not possible; For who shall bear your part, book'd parle, know now, upon advice, it toucheth And be in Padua bere Vincentio's son! us both, that we may yet again have access to Keep house, and ply his book; welcome his friends our fair mistress, and be happily rivals in Bianca's Visit his countrymen, and banquet them! love,-- to labor and effect one thing 'specially. Luc. Basta ;' content thee ; for I have it full. Gre. What's that, I pray ?
We have not yet been seen in any house; Hor. Marry, sir, to get a husband for her sister. Nor can we be distinguished by our faces, Gre. A husband! a devil.
For man, or master; then it follows thus; Hor. I say, a husband.
Thou shalt be master, Tranio, in my stead, Gre. I say, a devil: Think’st thou, Hortensio, Keep house and port, and servants as I should : though her father be very rich, any man is so very I will some other be; some Florentine, a fool to be married to her?
Some Neapolitan, or mean man of Pisa. Hor. Tush, Gremio; though it pass your patience, 'Tis hatch'd, and shall be so:-Tranid, at once and mine to endure her loud alarums, why, man, Uncase thee; take my color'd hat and cloak: there be good fellows in the world, an a man could When Biondello comes, he waits on thee; light on them, would take with her all faults, and But I will charm him first to keep his tongue. money enough.
Tra. So had you need. (They exchange haouts. Gre. I cannot tell; but I had as lief take her In brief then, sir, sith it your pleasure is, dowry with this condition, — to be whipped at the And I am tied to be obedient : high-cross, every morning.
(For so your father charg'd me at vur parting, Hor. "Faith as you say, there's small choice in Be serviceable to my s:m, quoth he, rotten apples. But, come; since this bar in law Although, I think, 'twas in another sense ;) makes us friends, it shall be so far forth friendly I am content to be Lucentio, maintained, -till' by helping Baptista's eldest Because so well I love Lucentio. daughter to a husband, we set his youngest free Luc. Tranio, be so, becaus" Lucentio loves : for a husband, and then have tot arresh. - Sweet And let me be a slave, to achiere that maid Bianca! - Happy man be his dole !: How say you, Whose sudden sight hath thralrd my wounded eye.
Gre. I am agreed : and would I had given him Here comes the rogue. Sirrah, where have you been! the best horse in Padua to begin his wooing, that Bion. Where have I been? Nay, how now, where would thoroughly woo her, wed her, and bed her, are you? and rid the house of her. Come on.
Master, has my fellow Tranio stol'n your clothe! | Ereunt Gremio and Hortensio. or you stol in his ? or both ? pray, what's
the novel Tra. ( Advancing.) I pray, sir, tell me,-Is it Luc. Sirrah, come hither; 'tis no time to possible
And therefore frame your manners to the tugm That love should of a sudden take such hold? Your fellow Tranio here, to save my life, Lic. O Tranio, till I found it to be true,
Puts my apparel and my countenance on, I never thought it possible, or likely ;
And I for my escape have put on his; But see! while idly I stood looking on,
For in a quarrel, since I came ashore, I found the effect of love in idleness :
I kill'd a man, and fear I was descried: And now in plainness do confess to thee,
Wait you on him, I charge you, as becomes, 'That art to me as secret, and as dear,
While I make way from hence to save my life. As Anna to the queen of Carthage was,
You understand me. Tranio, I burn, I pine, I perish, Tranio,
Bion. I, sir ? ne'er a whit. If I achieve not this young modest girl :
Luc. And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth, Counsel me, Tranio, for I know thou canst; Tranio is changed into Lucentio Assist me, Tranio, for I know thou wilt.
Bion. The better for him: 'Would I were so to Tra. Master, it is no time to chide you now; Tra. So would I, faith, boy, to have the next wish Affection is not rated from the heart:
after,-If love have touched you, nought reinains but so, That Lucentio indeed bad Baptista's younger Redime te captum quam queas minimo:
daughter Luc. Gramercies, lad; go forward : this contents; But, sirrah, - not for my sake, but your master's The rest will comfort, for thy counsel's sound.
I advise Tra. Master, you look'd so longlys on the maid, You use your manners discreetly in all kind of Perhaps you mark'd not what's the pith of all.
companies. Luc. ( yes, I saw sweet beauty in her face, When I am alone, why, then I am Tranio: Such as the daughter of Agenors had,
But in all places else, your master Lucentio. That made great Jove to humble him to her hand, Luc. Tranio, let's go:When with his knees he kiss'd the Cretan strand. One thing more rests, that thyself execute; Tra. Saw you no more ? mark'd you not, how her To make one among these wooers: If thou ask me sister
why, Began to scold; and raise up such a storm, Sufficeth, my reasons are both good and weight That mortal ears might hardly endure the din ?
| Exeira Luc. Tranio, I saw her coral lips to move,
1 Serv. My lord, you nod : you do not mind (Ad And with her breath she did perfume the air;
play. Sacred and sweet was all I saw in her.
Sly. Yes, by saint Anne, do I. A good matter Tra. Nay, then 'tis time to stir him from his trance. surely; Comes there any more of it I pray awake, sir; If you love the maid,
Page. My lord lis but begun. Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her. Thus it Sly. Tis a very excellent piece of work, maram stands :
lady: 'Would it were done! Her eldest sister is so curst and shrewd,
SCENE 11.- Before Hortensio's House. That, till the father rid his hands of her, Master, your love must live a maid at home ;
Enter PETRUCHio and GRUMIO.
Pet. Verona, for a while I take my leavi, » Endowments. a Consideration. * Gain or lot.
To see my friends in Padua; but, of all, • Drivet out by chiding. • Longingly. • Europa. "Tis enough. • Show, appearance. Sin
My best beloved and approved f iend,
I can, Petruchio, help thee to a wife
With wealth enough, and young, and beautrous:
Brought up as best !ecomes a gentlewoman:
Is,- that she is intolerably curst,
Gru. knock you here, sir? why, sir, what am I That, were my state far worser than it is,
I would not wed her for a mine of gold.
Pet. Hortensio, peace; thou know'st not gold's
For I will board her, though she chide as loud
Hor. Her father is Baptista Minola,
Her name is Katharina Minola,
I will not sleep, Hortensio, till I see her;
Unless you will accompany me thither.
do, she would think scolding would do little good Molt bonoruto signor mio Petruchi.
upon him: Slie may, perhaps, call him halt' a score Risa, Gruinio, rise; we will compound this quarrel.knaves, or so: why, that's nothing; and be begin
Gru. Nay, 'tis no matter, what he 'legesa in Latin. once, he'll rail in his rope-tricks. I'll tell you what,
Hor. Tarry, Petruchio, I must go with thee;
He hath the jewel of my life in hold,
And her withholds from me, and other more
Supposing it a thing impossible,
That ever Katharina will be woo'd;
That none shall have accese unto Bianca,
Pel. Sirah, be gone, or talk not, I advise you. Gru. Katharine the curst!
Well seeni in music, to instruct Bianca:
Have leave and leisure to make love to her,
Enter GREMIO; with him LUCENTIO, disguised,
with books under his arm. And I have thrust myself into this maze,
Gru. Here's no knavery! See; to beguile the Haply to wive, and thrive as I best may
old folks, how the young folks lay their heads to Crowns in my purse I have, and goods at home, And so am come abroad to see the world.
gether! Master, master, look about you: Who Jur. Petruchio, sball I then come roundly to thee,
goes there? ha!' Ani wish thee to a shrewd ill-favored witë?
Hor. Peace, Grumio, 'tis the rival of my love ::
Petruchio, stand by a while.
Gru. A proper stripling, and an amorous !
Hark you, sir; I'll have them fairly bound :
All books of love, see that at any liand:
And see you read no other lectures to her;
You understand me: - over and beside
Signior Baptista's liberality,
Til 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,
As for my patron, (stand you so assured,)
As firmly as yourselt were still in place;
Yea, and (perhaps) with more successful words
Gru. O this woodcock! what an ass it is! with ne'er a tooth in her head, though she have as
Pt. Peace, sirrah.
Gre. And you're well met, signior Hortensio.
Whither I am going ? - To Baptista Minola.
• Abusive language.
• These measures. + Versal