Hor. Now fhall my Friend Petruchio do me grace, And offer me difguis'd in fober robes To old Baptifta as a school-master, Well feen in mufick, to inftru&t Bianca; 'Enter Gremio, and Lucentio difguis'd. Gru. Here's no knavery! fee, to beguile the old folks, how the young folks lay their heads together. Master, look about you: who goes there? ha. Hor. Peace, Grumio, 'tis the Rival of my love. Gru. A proper Stripling, and an amorous. I'll mend it with a largefs. Take your papers too, For she is sweeter than perfume it self, To whom they go: what will you read to her? Hor. Grumio, mum! God fave you, Signior Gremio. Gre. And you are well met, Signior Hortenfio. Trow you, whither I am going? to Baptifta Minola; I promis'd to enquire carefully about a school-master for the fair Bianca; and by good fortune I have lighted well on this young man; for Learning and Behaviour fit for her turn, well read in Poetry, and other books, good ones, I warrant ye. Hor. Hor. 'Tis well; and I have met a gentleman, Gre. Belov'd of me,-and that my deeds fhall prove. Hor. Gremio, 'tis now no time to vent our love. Listen to me; and, if you speak me fair, I'll tell you news indifferent good for either. Hortenfio, have you told him all her faults? Pet. I know, fhe is an irksome brawling Scold; Gre. No, fayeft me fo, friend? what Countryman ? My Father's dead, my fortune lives for me, And I do hope good days and long to fee. Gre. Oh, Sir, fuch a life with fuch a wife were ftrange; But if you have a ftomach, to't, o' God's name: You fhall have me affifting you in all. But will you wooe this wild cat? Pet. Will I live? Gru. Will he wooe her? ay, or I'll hang her. Loud larums, neighing fteeds, and trumpets clangue? That gives not half fo great a blow to hear, Tufh, Tufh, tufh, fear boys with bugs. Gru. For he fears none. Gre. Hortenfio, hark: This Gentleman is happily arriv'd, My mind prefumes, for his own good, and ours. Gre. And fo we will, provided that he win her. To them Tranio bravely apparell'd, and Biondello. Tra. Gentlemen, God fave you. If I may be bold, tell me, I beseech you, which is the readieft houfe of Signior Baptifta Minola? way to the Bion. He, that has the two fair Daughters? is't he you mean? Tra. Even he, Biondello. Gre. Hark you, Sir, you mean not her, to Tra. Perhaps, him and her; what have you to do? Hor. Sir, a word, ere you go:: Are you a fuitor 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 fo is not she. Tra. For what reafon, I beseech you?" . To whom my Father is not all unknown; Then Then well One more may fair Bianca have, Gre. What, this Gentleman will out-talk us all! Pet. Sir, Sir, the firft's for me; let her go by. Pet. Sir, understand you this of me, infooth: Hor. Sir, you fay well, and well you do conceive: And fince you do profefs to be a fuitor, You must, as we do, gratifie this Gentleman, To whom we all reft generally beholden. Tra. (8) Sir, I fhall not be flack; in fign whereof, (8) Sir, I shall not be flack; in sign whereof, Pleafe you, we may contrive this Afternoon,] Pleafe What were they to contrive? Or how is it any Teftimony of Tranio's confenting to be liberal, that he will join in contriving with them? In short, a foolish Corruption poffeffes the Place, that quite ftrips the Poet of his intended Humour. Tranio is but a fuppos'd Gentleman: His Habit is all the Gentility he has about him and the Poet, I am perfuaded, meant that the Please ye, we may convive this afternoon, 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 fo, Petruchio, I fhall be your ben venuto. [Exeunt. [The Prefenters, above, speak here. 1 Man. My Lord, you nod; you do not mind- the Play. Sly. Yea, by St. Ann, do I: a good matter, furely! comes there any more of it? Lady. My Lord, 'tis but begun. Sly. 'Tis a very excellent piece of work, Madam Lady. 'Would, 'twere done! ACT II. SCENE, Baptifta's House in Padua, Enter Catharina and Bianca. BIANCA. OOD Sifter, wrong me not, nor wrong your felf, Go To make a bond-maid and a flave of me; That I difdain; (9) but for these other Gawds, Unbind my hands, I'll pull them off my felf; the Servingman's Qualities fhould break out upon him; and that his Mind fhould rather run on good Cheer than Contrivances. The Word is regularly deriv'd from Convivium and convivor of the Latines. (9) But for these other Goods,] This is fo trifling and unexpreffive a Word, that, I am fatisfied our Author wrote, Gawds, (i, e. Toys, trifling Ornaments ;) a Term that he fre quently uses and seems fond of, Yea, |