Enter PETRUCHIO and his man GRUMIOPETRUCHIO
Verona, for a while I take my leave,GRUMIO
To see my friends in Padua, but of all
My best beloved and approved friend,
Hortensio; and I trow this is his house.
Here, sirrah Grumio; knock, I say.
Knock, sir! whom should I knock? is there man hasPETRUCHIO
rebused your worship?
Villain, I say, knock me here soundly.GRUMIO
Knock you here, sir! why, sir, what am I, sir, thatPETRUCHIO
I should knock you here, sir?
Villain, I say, knock me at this gateGRUMIO
And rap me well, or I′ll knock your knave′s pate.
My master is grown quarrelsome. I should knockPETRUCHIO
And then I know after who comes by the worst.
Will it not be?GRUMIO
Faith, sirrah, an you′ll not knock, I′ll ring it;
I′ll try how you can sol, fa, and sing it.
He wrings him by the ears
Help, masters, help! my master is mad.PETRUCHIO
Now, knock when I bid you, sirrah villain!HORTENSIO
How now! what′s the matter? My old friend Grumio!PETRUCHIO
and my good friend Petruchio! How do you all at Verona?
Signior Hortensio, come you to part the fray?HORTENSIO
′Con tutto il cuore, ben trovato,′ may I say.
′Alla nostra casa ben venuto, molto honorato signorGRUMIO
mio Petruchio.′ Rise, Grumio, rise: we will compound
Nay, ′tis no matter, sir, what he ′leges in Latin.PETRUCHIO
if this be not a lawful case for me to leave his
service, look you, sir, he bid me knock him and rap
him soundly, sir: well, was it fit for a servant to
use his master so, being perhaps, for aught I see,
two and thirty, a pip out? Whom would to God I had
well knock′d at first, Then had not Grumio come by the worst.
A senseless villain! Good Hortensio,GRUMIO
I bade the rascal knock upon your gate
And could not get him for my heart to do it.
Knock at the gate! O heavens! Spake you not thesePETRUCHIO
words plain, ′Sirrah, knock me here, rap me here,
knock me well, and knock me soundly′? And come you
now with, ′knocking at the gate′?
Sirrah, be gone, or talk not, I advise you.HORTENSIO
Petruchio, patience; I am Grumio′s pledge:PETRUCHIO
Why, this′s a heavy chance ′twixt him and you,
Your ancient, trusty, pleasant servant Grumio.
And tell me now, sweet friend, what happy gale
Blows you to Padua here from old Verona?
Such wind as scatters young men through the world,HORTENSIO
To seek their fortunes farther than at home
Where small experience grows. But in a few,
Signior Hortensio, thus it stands with me:
Antonio, my father, is deceased;
And I have thrust myself into this maze,
Haply to wive and thrive as best I may:
Crowns in my purse I have and goods at home,
And so am come abroad to see the world.
Petruchio, shall I then come roundly to theePETRUCHIO
And wish thee to a shrewd ill-favour′d wife?
Thou′ldst thank me but a little for my counsel:
And yet I′ll promise thee she shall be rich
And very rich: but thou′rt too much my friend,
And I′ll not wish thee to her.
Signior Hortensio, ′twixt such friends as weGRUMIO
Few words suffice; and therefore, if thou know
One rich enough to be Petruchio′s wife,
As wealth is burden of my wooing dance,
Be she as foul as was Florentius′ love,
As old as Sibyl and as curst and shrewd
As Socrates′ Xanthippe, or a worse,
She moves me not, or not removes, at least,
Affection′s edge in me, were she as rough
As are the swelling Adriatic seas:
I come to wive it wealthily in Padua;
If wealthily, then happily in Padua.
Nay, look you, sir, he tells you flatly what hisHORTENSIO
mind is: Why give him gold enough and marry him to
a puppet or an aglet-baby; or an old trot with ne′er
a tooth in her head, though she have as many diseases
as two and fifty horses: why, nothing comes amiss,
so money comes withal.
Petruchio, since we are stepp′d thus far in,PETRUCHIO
I will continue that I broach′d in jest.
I can, Petruchio, help thee to a wife
With wealth enough and young and beauteous,
Brought up as best becomes a gentlewoman:
Her only fault, and that is faults enough,
Is that she is intolerable curst
And shrewd and froward, so beyond all measure
That, were my state far worser than it is,
I would not wed her for a mine of gold.
Hortensio, peace! thou know′st not gold′s effect:HORTENSIO
Tell me her father′s name and ′tis enough;
For I will board her, though she chide as loud
As thunder when the clouds in autumn crack.
Her father is Baptista Minola,PETRUCHIO
An affable and courteous gentleman:
Her name is Katharina Minola,
Renown′d in Padua for her scolding tongue.
I know her father, though I know not her;GRUMIO
And he knew my deceased father well.
I will not sleep, Hortensio, till I see her;
And therefore let me be thus bold with you
To give you over at this first encounter,
Unless you will accompany me thither.
I pray you, sir, let him go while the humour lasts.HORTENSIO
O′ my word, an she knew him as well as I do, she
would think scolding would do little good upon him:
she may perhaps call him half a score knaves or so:
why, that′s nothing; an he begin once, he′ll rail in
his rope-tricks. I′ll tell you what sir, an she
stand him but a little, he will throw a figure in
her face and so disfigure her with it that she
shall have no more eyes to see withal than a cat.
You know him not, sir.
Tarry, Petruchio, I must go with thee,GRUMIO
For in Baptista′s keep my treasure is:
He hath the jewel of my life in hold,
His youngest daughter, beautiful Binaca,
And her withholds from me and other more,
Suitors to her and rivals in my love,
Supposing it a thing impossible,
For those defects I have before rehearsed,
That ever Katharina will be woo′d;
Therefore this order hath Baptista ta′en,
That none shall have access unto Bianca
Till Katharina the curst have got a husband.
Katharina the curst!HORTENSIO
A title for a maid of all titles the worst.
Now shall my friend Petruchio do me grace,GRUMIO
And offer me disguised in sober robes
To old Baptista as a schoolmaster
Well seen in music, to instruct Bianca;
That so I may, by this device, at least
Have leave and leisure to make love to her
And unsuspected court her by herself.
Here′s no knavery! See, to beguile the old folks,HORTENSIO
how the young folks lay their heads together!
Enter GREMIO, and LUCENTIO disguisedMaster, master, look about you: who goes there, ha?
Peace, Grumio! it is the rival of my love.GRUMIO
Petruchio, stand by a while.
A proper stripling and an amorous!GREMIO
O, very well; I have perused the note.LUCENTIO
Hark you, sir: I′ll have them very fairly bound:
All books of love, see that at any hand;
And see you read no other lectures to her:
You understand me: over and beside
Signior Baptista′s liberality,
I′ll mend it with a largess. Take your paper too,
And let me have them very well perfumed
For she is sweeter than perfume itself
To whom they go to. What will you read to her?
Whate′er I read to her, I′ll plead for youGREMIO
As for my patron, stand you so assured,
As firmly as yourself were still in place:
Yea, and perhaps with more successful words
Than you, unless you were a scholar, sir.
O this learning, what a thing it is!GRUMIO
O this woodcock, what an ass it is!PETRUCHIO
Grumio, mum! God save you, Signior Gremio.GREMIO
And you are well met, Signior Hortensio.HORTENSIO
Trow you whither I am going? To Baptista Minola.
I promised to inquire carefully
About a schoolmaster for the fair Bianca:
And by good fortune I have lighted well
On this young man, for learning and behavior
Fit for her turn, well read in poetry
And other books, good ones, I warrant ye.
′Tis well; and I have met a gentlemanGREMIO
Hath promised me to help me to another,
A fine musician to instruct our mistress;
So shall I no whit be behind in duty
To fair Bianca, so beloved of me.
Beloved of me; and that my deeds shall prove.GRUMIO
And that his bags shall prove.HORTENSIO
Gremio, ′tis now no time to vent our love:GREMIO
Listen to me, and if you speak me fair,
I′ll tell you news indifferent good for either.
Here is a gentleman whom by chance I met,
Upon agreement from us to his liking,
Will undertake to woo curst Katharina,
Yea, and to marry her, if her dowry please.
So said, so done, is well.PETRUCHIO
Hortensio, have you told him all her faults?
I know she is an irksome brawling scold:GREMIO
If that be all, masters, I hear no harm.
No, say′st me so, friend? What countryman?PETRUCHIO
Born in Verona, old Antonio′s son:GREMIO
My father dead, my fortune lives for me;
And I do hope good days and long to see.
O sir, such a life, with such a wife, were strange!PETRUCHIO
But if you have a stomach, to′t i′ God′s name:
You shall have me assisting you in all.
But will you woo this wild-cat?
Will I live?GRUMIO
Will he woo her? ay, or I′ll hang her.PETRUCHIO
Why came I hither but to that intent?GRUMIO
Think you a little din can daunt mine ears?
Have I not in my time heard lions roar?
Have I not heard the sea puff′d up with winds
Rage like an angry boar chafed with sweat?
Have I not heard great ordnance in the field,
And heaven′s artillery thunder in the skies?
Have I not in a pitched battle heard
Loud ′larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets′ clang?
And do you tell me of a woman′s tongue,
That gives not half so great a blow to hear
As will a chestnut in a farmer′s fire?
Tush, tush! fear boys with bugs.
For he fears none.GREMIO
This gentleman is happily arrived,
My mind presumes, for his own good and ours.
I promised we would be contributorsGREMIO
And bear his charging of wooing, whatsoe′er.
And so we will, provided that he win her.GRUMIO
I would I were as sure of a good dinner.TRANIO
Enter TRANIO brave, and BIONDELLO
Gentlemen, God save you. If I may be bold,BIONDELLO
Tell me, I beseech you, which is the readiest way
To the house of Signior Baptista Minola?
He that has the two fair daughters: is′t he you mean?TRANIO
Even he, Biondello.GREMIO
Hark you, sir; you mean not her to—TRANIO
Perhaps, him and her, sir: what have you to do?PETRUCHIO
Not her that chides, sir, at any hand, I pray.TRANIO
I love no chiders, sir. Biondello, let′s away.LUCENTIO
Well begun, Tranio.HORTENSIO
Sir, a word ere you go;TRANIO
Are you a suitor to the maid you talk of, yea or no?
And if I be, sir, is it any offence?GREMIO
No; if without more words you will get you hence.TRANIO
Why, sir, I pray, are not the streets as freeGREMIO
For me as for you?
But so is not she.TRANIO
For what reason, I beseech you?GREMIO
For this reason, if you′ll know,HORTENSIO
That she′s the choice love of Signior Gremio.
That she′s the chosen of Signior Hortensio.TRANIO
Softly, my masters! if you be gentlemen,GREMIO
Do me this right; hear me with patience.
Baptista is a noble gentleman,
To whom my father is not all unknown;
And were his daughter fairer than she is,
She may more suitors have and me for one.
Fair Leda′s daughter had a thousand wooers;
Then well one more may fair Bianca have:
And so she shall; Lucentio shall make one,
Though Paris came in hope to speed alone.
What! this gentleman will out-talk us all.LUCENTIO
Sir, give him head: I know he′ll prove a jade.PETRUCHIO
Hortensio, to what end are all these words?HORTENSIO
Sir, let me be so bold as ask you,TRANIO
Did you yet ever see Baptista′s daughter?
No, sir; but hear I do that he hath two,PETRUCHIO
The one as famous for a scolding tongue
As is the other for beauteous modesty.
Sir, sir, the first′s for me; let her go by.GREMIO
Yea, leave that labour to great Hercules;PETRUCHIO
And let it be more than Alcides′ twelve.
Sir, understand you this of me in sooth:TRANIO
The younges t daughter whom you hearken for
Her father keeps from all access of suitors,
And will not promise her to any man
Until the elder sister first be wed:
The younger then is free and not before.
If it be so, sir, that you are the manHORTENSIO
Must stead us all and me amongst the rest,
And if you break the ice and do this feat,
Achieve the elder, set the younger free
For our access, whose hap shall be to have her
Will not so graceless be to be ingrate.
Sir, you say well and well you do conceive;TRANIO
And since you do profess to be a suitor,
You must, as we do, gratify this gentleman,
To whom we all rest generally beholding.
Sir, I shall not be slack: in sign whereof,GRUMIO BIONDELLO
Please ye we may contrive this afternoon,
And quaff carouses to our mistress′ health,
And do as adversaries do in law,
Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.
O excellent motion! Fellows, let′s be gone.HORTENSIO
The motion′s good indeed and be it so,
Petruchio, I shall be your ben venuto.
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