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TAMING OF THE SHREW.
SCENE I. The same. A Room in Baptista's House.
Enter KATHARINA and BIANCA.
Bian. Good sister, wrong me not, nor wrong your
Kath. Of all thy suitors, here I charge thee, tell
Bian. Believe me, sister, of all the men alive,
Kath. Minion, thou liest. Is’t not Hortensis) :
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 ;
Bian. Is it for him you do envy me so?
[Strikes her. Enter BAPTISTA. Bap. Why, how now, dame! whence grows this
insolence ? Bianca, stand aside ;-poor girl! she weeps.Go, ply thy needle; meddle not with her.
For shame, thou hilding of a devilish spirit,
[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
your love to her, lead apes in hell. ?
[Exit KATHARINA. Bap. Was ever gentleman thus grieved as I? But who comes here?
Enter GREMIO, with LUCENTIo in the habit of a mean
man ; PETRUCHIO, with HORTENSIO as a Musician;
Bap. Good-morrow, neighbor Gremio. God save
Bap. I have a daughter, sir, called Katharina.
1 A hilding signifies a base, low wretch: it is applied to Katharina for the coarseness of her behavior.
2 The origin of this very old proverbial phrase is not known. Steevens suggests that it might have been considered an act of posthumous retribution for women who refused to bear children, to be condemned to the care of apes in leading-strings after death.
TAMING OF THE SHREW.
Her wondrous qualities, and mild behavior, —
sake. But for my daughter Katharine,—this I know, She is not for your turn, the more 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 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 well; you are welcome for his
sake. Gre. Saving your tale, Petruchio, I pray, Let us, that are poor petitioners, speak too. Baccare ! you are marvellous forward. Pet. O, pardon me, seignior Gremio ; I would fain
be doing. Gre. I doubt it not, sir ; but you will curse your
wooing: Neighbor, 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 LUCENTIO.] that hath been long studying at Rheims; as cunning in Greek, Latin, and other languages, as the other in
1 A cant word meaning go back, in allusion to a proverbial saying Backare, quoth Mortimer to his sow.'
music and inathematics. His name is Cambio; pray, accept his service.
Bap. A thousand thanks, seignior Gremio; welcome, 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;
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 Hor.] 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
walk a little in the orchard,
| In the reign of Elizabeth, the young ladies of quality were usually instructed in the learned languages, if any pains were bestowed upon their minds at all. The queen herself, lady Jane Grey, and her sisters, &c. are trite instances.
And then to dinner. You are passing welcome,
Pet. Seignior Baptista, my business asketh haste,
my lands; And, in possession, twenty thousand crowns.
Pet. And for that dowry, I'll assure her of
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 mayst thou woo, and happy be thy
speed! But be thou armed for some unhappy words.
Pet. Ay, to the proof; as mountains are for winds, That shake not, though they blow perpetually.
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 good musician?
i Perhaps we should read on. Of and on are frequently confounded by the negligence of printers, in the old copy.