ACT II.

SCENE.—A room in BAPTISTA's house."',

ter KATHARINE in a rage, sweeping round the stage, and BIANCA following her from R.

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Bian. Good sister, wrong me not, nor wrong yourself, make a bondmaid and a slave of me ;

what you will command me, will I do,

well I know my duty to my elders.

Kath. [Coming to her in a rage.] Of all thy suitors, here I charge thee, tell

hom thou lov'st best: see thou dissemble not. Bian. Believe me, sister, of all the men alive, never yet beheld that special face

hich I could fancy more than any other.

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

Bian. Is it for him you do envy me so?

ay, then, I see you do but jest.

prithee, sister Kate, untie my hands.

[Laughs.

[KATH. seizes her wrist.

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

[KATH. about to strike her.

Enter BAPTISTA from R.

Bap.. Why, how now, dame !

anca, stand aside; poor girl! she weeps:

o ply thy needle; meddle not with her.

or shame, thou devilish spirit,

Why dost thou wrong her that did ne'er wrong thee?
When did she cross thee with a bitter word?

in.

Kath. Her silence flouts me, and I'll be revenged.

[Flies at BIAN Bap. [Seizes her.] What, in my sight?—Bianca, get t [Exit BIANCA Kath. What, will you not suffer me? nay, now I see She is your treasure, she must have a husband;

I must dance barefoot on her wedding-day.

Talk not to me. I will go sit and weep. [Clinches her ha Till I can find occasion of revenge. [Exit KATHARINE Bap. Was ever gentleman thus griev'd as I?

But who come here?

Enter, C., GREMIO with LUCENTIO meanly habited; PET CHIO, with HORTENSIO as a musician; and TRANIO, 1 BIONDELLO bearing a lute and books, from C.

Gre. Good morrow, neighbor Baptista.

Bap. Good morrow, neighbor Gremio; Heaven save gentlemen.

[All sa

Pet. And you, good sir; pray, have you not a daug Call'd Katharine, fair and virtuous?

Bap. I have a daughter, sir, call'd Katharine.

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,
Her affability, and bashful modesty,
Her wondrous qualities, and mild behavior,

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 HORTE: Cunning in music, and the mathematics,

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. Whence are you, sir? what may I call your na

Pet. Petruchio is my name; Antonio's son,
han well known throughout all Italy.

Bap. I know him well: you are welcome for his sake.
Gre. Saving your tale, Petruchio, I pray,

us, that are poor petitioners, speak too.

Pet. O, pardon me, signior Gremio; I would fain be doing. Gre. I doubt it not, sir; but you will curse your wooing. ghbor, I freely bring to you this young scholar, [preing LUCENTIO] that hath been long studying at Rheims; unning in languages, as the other in music and mathematics: name is Cambio; pray accept his service.

Bap. A thousand thanks, signior Gremio: welcome, good bio.-But, gentle sir, [to TRANIO] methinks, you walk like ranger: may I be so bold to know the cause of your ing?

Tra. Pardon me, sir, the boldness is mine own

t, being a stranger in this city here,

make myself a suitor to your daughter, o Bianca, fair, and virtuous.

liberty is all that I request,

t, upon knowledge of my parentage,

ay have welcome 'mongst the rest that woo, , toward the education of your daughters,

re bestow a simple instrument,

this small packet of Greek and Latin books:
ou accept them, then their worth is great.

Bap. Lucentio is your name? of whence, I pray?
Tra. Of Pisa, sir; son to Vincentio.

Bap. A mighty man of Pisa; by report

ow him well: you are very welcome, sir.

se gentlemen to my daughters; and tell them both, se are their tutors; bid them use them well.

[Exit SERVANT, with HORTENSIO, LUCENTIO, and BI

ONDELLO.

will go walk a little in the orchard,

And then to dinner: you are passing welcome,
And so I pray you all to think yourselves.

Pet. Signior Baptista, my business asketh haste,
And every day I cannot come to woo.

You knew my father well; and in him, me,
Left solely heir to all his lands and goods,
Which I have better'd rather than decreas'd:
Therefore, let specialties be drawn between us,
That covenants may be kept on either hand.

Bap. Ay, when the special thing is well obtain'd,
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 arm'd for some unhappy words.

Pet. Ay, to the proof; as mountains are for winds,

That shake not, though they blow perpetually.

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[HORTENSIO cries aloud outside.] "Help! Help!' Kath. [Outside.] Out of the house, you scraping fool. Pet. What noise is that!

Bap. O, nothing; this is nothing

My daughter, Katharine, and her music-master;
This is the third I've had within this month:

She is an enemy to harmony.

Enter HORTENSIO, with his forchead bloody, and a broken h

in his hand.

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?
Hor. I think, she'll sooner prove a soldier ;

Bap. Why, then thou canst not break her to the lute? Hor. Why, no; for she hath broke the lute to me. did but tell her she mistook her frets,

nd bow'd her hand to teach her fingering:

hen, with a most impatient devilish spirit,

ets, call you these? quoth she: I'll fume with them:
nd, with that word, she struck me on the head,
id through the instrument my pate made way;
id there I stood amazèd for a while,

i on a pillory, looking through the lute;
hile she did call me,-rascal fiddler,

id twangling Jack: with twenty such vile terms,
I she had studied to misuse me so.

Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench;
ove her ten times more than e'er I did:
how I long to have a grapple with her!
Hor. I would not have another grapple with her,
purchase Padua: for what is past,

I paid sufficiently: if, at your leisure,
think my broken fortunes, head and lute,
serve some reparation, you know where
inquire for me; and so, good gentlemen,
mn your much

Border'd, broken-pated, humble servant.
Bap. Signior Petruchio, will you go with us:
shall I send my daughter Kate to you.
Pet. I pray you do; I will attend her here,-

[Exit, C.

[Exeunt BAPTISTA, GREMIO, TRANIO. d woo her with some spirit when she comes. , that she rail; why, then I'll tell her plain sings as sweetly as a nightingale :

7, that she frown; I'll say, she looks as clear
morning roses newly wash'd with dew:
17, she be mute, and will not speak a word;
en I'll comment her volubility,
dsay she uttereth piercing eloquence:
He do bid me pack, I'll give her thanks
though she bid me stay by her a week;