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Sly. What, would you snake me mad? Am not | O, how we joy to see your wit restor'd! I Christopher Sly, old Sly's son of Burton-heath ; O, that once more you knew but what you are ! by birth a pedlar, by education a card-maker, by These fifteen years you have been in a dream ; transmutation a bear-herd, and now by present pro- Or, when you wak’d, so wak'd as if you slept. fession a tinker? Ask Marian Hacket, the fat ale- Sly. These fifteen years ! by my fay, a goodly nap. wife of Wincot, if she know me not : if she say I But did I never speak of all that tine? am not fourteen pence on the score for sheer ale, 1 Serv. O, yes, my lord; but very idle words : score me up for the lyingest knave in Christendom. For though you lay here in this goodly chamber, What, I am not bestraught: Here's

Yet would you say, ye were beaten out of door ; 1 Seru. O, this it is that makes your lady inourn. And rail upon the hostess of the house; 2 Serv. O, this it is that makes your servants And say, you would present her at the leet, droop.

Because she brought stone jugs and no seal'd quarts: Lord. Hence comes it that your kindred shun Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket. your house,

Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the house. As beaten hence by your strange lunacy.

3 Serv. Why, sir, you know no house, nor no such 0, noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth ; Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment, Nor no such men, as you have reckon'd up, And banish hence these abject lowly dreams; As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece, Look how thy servants do attend on thee,

And Peter Turf, and Henry Pimpernell ; Each in his office ready at thy beck.

And twenty more such names and men as these, Wilt thou have musick ? hark! Apollo plays, Which never were, nor no man ever saw.

Musick. Sly. Now, Lord be thanked for my good amends! And twenty caged nightingales do sing :

All. Amen. Or wilt thou sleep? we'll have thee to a couch, Sly. I thank thee; thou shalt not lose by it. Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis.

Enter the Page, as a lady, with Attendants. Say, thou wilt walk : we will bestrew the ground: Page. How fares my noble lord ? Or wilt thou ride ? thy horses shall be trapp'd, Sly. Marry, I fare well; for here is cheer enough Their harness studded all with gold and pearl. Where is my wife ? Dost thou love hawking ? thou hast hawks will Page. Here, noble lord; What is thy will with

her ? Above the morning lark : Or wilt thou hunt?

Sly. Are you my wifu, and will not call me Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them,

nusband? And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth. My men should call me-lord ; I am your goodman. 1 Serv. Say, thou wilt course; thy greyhounds are Page. My husband and my lord, my lord and as swift

husband; As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe.

I am your wife in all obedience. 2 Serv. Dost thou love pictures ? we will fetch Sly. I know it well :- What must I call her ? thee straight

Lord. Madam. Adonis, painted by a running brook :

Sly. Al'ce madam, or Joan madam ? And Cytherea all in sedges hid ;

Lord. Madam, and nothing else ; so lords call Which seem to move and wanton with her breath,

ladies. Even as the waving sedges play with wind.

Sly. Madam wife, they say that I have dream'd Lord. We'll show thee Io, as she was a maid ;

and slept And how she was beguiled and surpriz’d,

Above some fifteen year and more. As lively painted as the deed was done.

Page. Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me; S Serv. Or Daphne, roaming through a thorny Being all this time abandon’d from your bed. wood;

Sly. 'Tis much; Servants, leave me and her Scratching her legs that one shall swear she bleeds:

alone. And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep,

Madam, undress you, and come now to bed. So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn. Page. Thrice noble lord, let me entreat of you,

Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord : To pardon me yet for a night or two; Thou hast a lady far more beautiful

Or, if not so, until the sun be set : Than any woman in this waning age.

For your physicians have expressly charg'd,
I Serv. And, till the tears that she hath shed for In peril to incur your former malady,
thee,

That I should yet absent me from your bed :
Like envious floods o'er-ran her lovely face, I hope, this reason stands for my excuse.
She was the fairest creature in the world ;

Sly. Ay, it stands so, that I may hardly tarry so And yet she is inferior to none.

long. But I would be loath to fall into my dreams
Sly. Am I a lord ? and have I such a lady? again ; I will therefore tarry, in despite of the flesh
Or do I dream, or have I dream'd till now? and the blood.
I do not sleep : I see, I hear, I speak;

Enter a Servant.
I smell sweet savours, and I feel soft things :
Upon my life, I am a lord, indeed ;

Serv. Your honour's players, hearing your amende And not a tinker, nor Christophero Sly.

ment, Well, bring our lady hither to our sight;

Are come to play a pleasant comedy, And once again, a pot o'the smallest ale.

For so your doctors hold it very meet ; 2 Serv. Will't please your mightiness to wash Seeing too much sadness hath congeal’d your blood, your hands?

And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy, "Servants present an ewer, bason, and napkin. Therefore, they thought it good you hear a play,

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And frame your mind to nurth and merriment, Sly. What, houshold stuff?
Which bars a thousand harms, and lengthens life. Page. It is a kind of history.

Sly. Marry, I will ; let them play it: Is not a Sly. Well, we'll see't: Come, madam wife, sit commonty a Christmas gambol, or a tumbling- by my side, and let the world slip; we shall ne'er brick ?

be younger.

[They sit down. Page. No, my good lord: it is more pleasing stuff.

ACT 1.

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SCENE I. - Padua. A publick Place.

Enter Lucentio and TRANIO. Luc. Tranio, since -- for the great desire I had To see fair Pauua, nursery of arts, I am arriv'd for fruitful Lombardy, The pleasant garden of great Italy; And, by my father's love and leave, am arm'd With his good will, and thy good company, Most trusty servant, well approv'd in all ; Here let us breathe, and happily institute A course of learning, and ingenious studies. Pisa, renowned for grave citizens, Gave me my being, and my father first, A merchant of great traffick through the world, Vincentio, come of the Bentivolii. Vincentio his son, brought up in Florence, It shall become, to serve all hopes conceiv'd, To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds: And therefore, Tranio, for the time I study, Virtue, and that part of philosophy Will I apply, that treats of happiness By virtue 'specially to be achiev’d. Tell me thy mind : for I have Pisa left, And am to Padua come ; as he that leaves A shallow plash, to plunge him in the deep, And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst,

Tra. Mi perdonate, gentle master mine, I am in all affected as yourself ; Glad that you thus continue vour resolve, To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy. Only, good master, while we do admire This virtue, and this moral discipline, Let's be no stoicks, nor no stocks, 1 pray; Or so devote to Aristotle's checks, As Ovid be an outcast quite abjur'd : Talk logick with acquaintance that you have, And practise rhetorick in your common talk : Musick and poesy use to quicken you; The mathematicks, and the metaphysicks, Fall to them, as you find your stomach serves you : No profit grows, where is no pleasure ta'en ; – In brief, sir, study what you most affect.

Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou advise. If, Biondello, thou wert come ashore, We could at once put us in readiness ; And take a lodging, fit to entertain Such friends, as time in Padua shall beget. But stay awhile : What company is this?

Tra. Master, some show, to welcome us to town. Enter Baptista, KATHARINA, BIANCA, Gremio, and HORTENSIO. LUCENTIO and TRANIO stand aside.

Bap. Gentlemen, importune me no further,
For how I firmly am resolv'd you know ;
That is,

not to bestow my youngest daughter, Before I have a husband for the elder :

There, there Hortensio, will you any wife?

Kath. I pray you, sir, (to Bap.] is it your will To make a stale of me amongst these mates ? Hor. Mates, maid! how mean you that? no

mates for you, Unless you were of gentler, milder mould.

Kath. I'faith, sir, you shall never need to fear;
I wis, it is not half way to her heart :
But, if it were, doubt not her care should be
To comb your noddle with a three-legg'd stool,
And paint your face, and use you like a fool.

Hor. From all such devils, good Lord, deliver us!
Gre. And me too, good Lord !
Tra. Hush, master! here is some good pastime

toward;
That wench is stark mad, or wonderful froward.

Luc. But in the other's silence I do see
Maid's mild behaviour and sobriety.
Peace, Tranio.

Tra. Well said, master ; mum! and gaze your fill.
Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soon make good
What I have said, Bianca, get you in :
And let it not displease thee, good Bianca ;
For I will love thee ne'er the less, my girl.

Kath. A pretty peat! 'tis best
Put finger in the eye - an she knew why,

Bian. Sister, content you in my discontent.
Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe :
My books, and instruments, shall be my company;
On them to look, and practise by myself.
Luc. Hark, Tranio! thou may'st hear Minerva
speak.

[Aside.
Hor. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange?
Sorry am I, that our good will effects
Bianca's grief.
Gre.

Why, will you mew her
Signior Baptista, for this fiend of hell,
And make her bear the penance of her tongue :

Bap. Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolv'd :
Go in, Bianca.

[Erit BIANCA. And for I know, she taketh most delight In musick, instruments, and poetry, Schoolmasters will I keep within my house, Fit to instruct her youth. - If you, Hortensio, Or signior Gremio, you, - know any such, Prefer them hither; for to cunning men I will be very kind, and liberal To mine own children in good bringing-up; And so farewell. Katharina you may stay ; For I have more to commune with Bianca. [Enr. Kath. Why, and I trust, I may go too; May I

not?

up,

What, shall I be appointed hours ; as though, belike, | That made great Jove to humble him to her hand, I knew not what to take, and what to leave! Ha! When with his knees he kiss'd the Cretan strand.

Erit. T'ra. Saw you no more? mark'd you not, hovi Gre. You may go to the devil's dam; your gifts

her sister are so good, here is none will hold you. Their love Began to scold; and raise up such a storm, is not so great, Hortensio, but we may blow our That mortal ears might hardly endure the din ? nails together, and fast it fairly out; our cake's Luc. Tranio, I saw her coral lips to move, dough on both sides. Farewell :-Yet, for the love And with her breath she did perfume the air ; I bear my sweet Bianca, if I can by any means light Sacred, and sweet, was all I saw in her. on a fit man, to teach her that wherein she delights, Tra. Nay, then, 'tis time to stir him from his I will wish him to her father ?

trance. Hor. So will I, signior Gremio: But a word, I I pray, awake, sir ; If you love the maid, pray. Though the nature of our quarrel yet never Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her. Thus it brook'd parle, know now, upon advice, it toucheth

stands : us both, -that we may yet again have access to our Her eldest sister is so curst and shrewd, fair mistress, and be happy rivals in Bianca's love, That, till the father rid his hands of her, to labour and effect one thing 'specially.

Master, your love must live a maid at home ; Gre. What's that, I pray ?

And therefore has he closely mew'd her up, Hor. Marry, sir, to get a husband for her sister. Because she shall not be annoy'd with suitors. Gre. A husband! a devil.

Luc. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel father's he! Hor. I say, a husband.

But art thou not advis'd, he took some care Gre. I say, a devil: Think'st thou, Hortensio, To get her cunning schoolmasters to instruct her? the her father be very rich, any man is so very Tra. Ay, marry, am I, sir ; and now 'tis plotted. a fool to be married to hell ?

Luc. I have it, Tranio. Hor. Tush, Gremio, though it pass your patience Tra.

Master, for my hand, and mine, to endure her loud alarums, why, man, Both our inventions meet and jump in one. there be good fellows in the world, an a man coud Luc. Tell me thine first. light on them, would take her with all faults, and Tra.

You will be schoolmaster, money enough.

And undertake the teaching of the maid: Gre. I cannot tell ; but I had as lief take her That's your device. dowry with this condition, - to be whipped at the Luc.

It is : May it be done? high-cross every morning.

Tra. Not possible; For who shall bear your part, Hor.' 'Faith, as you say, there's small choice in And be in Padua here Vincentio's son ? rotten apples. But, come ; since this bar in law Keep house, and ply his book; welcome his friends; makes us friends, it shall be so far forth friendly Visit his countrymen, and banquet them ? maintained,- till by helping Baptista's eldest daugh- Luc. Basta ; content thee ; for I have it full. ter to a husband, we set his youngest free for a hus. We have not yet been seen in any house; band, and then have to't afresh. Sweet Bianca ! Nor can we be distinguished by our faces, Happy man be his dole! He that runs fastest, gets For man, or master : then it follows thus ; the ring. How say you, signior Gremio ?

Thou shalt be master, Tranio, in my stead, Gre. I am agreed: and 'would I had given him the Keep house, and port, and servants, as I should : best horse in Padua to begin his wooing, that would I will some other be; some Florentine, thoroughly woo her, wed her, and bed her, and rid Some Neapolitan, or mean man of Pisa. the house of her. Come on.

'Tis hatch'd, and shall be so : - Tranio, at once [Ereunt Gremio and HORTENSIO. Uncase thee; take my colour'd hat and cloak : Tra. (Advancing.) I pray, sir, tell me, – Is it When Biondello comes, he waits on thee ; possible

But I will charm him first to keep his tongue. That love should of a sudden take such hold ?

Tra. So had you need. ( They exchange habils Luc. O Tranio, till I found it to be true, In brief then, sir, sith it your pleasure is, I never thought it possible, or likely ;

And I am tied to be obedient; But see! while idly I stood looking on,

(For so your father charg'd me at our parting; I found the effect of love in idleness :

Be serviceable to my son, quoth he, And now in plainness do confess to thee,

Although, I think, 'twas in another sense,) That art to me as secret, and as dear,

I am content to be Lucentio, As Anna to the queen of Carthage was, –

Because so well I love Lucentio. Tranio, I burn, I pine, I perish, Tranio,

Luc. Tranio, be so, because Lucentio loves : If I achieve not this young modest girl :

And let me be a slave, to achieve that maid Counsel me, Tranio, for I know thou canst ; Whose sudden sight hath thrall’d my wounded eye. Assist me, Tranio, for I know thou wilt. Tra. Master, it is no time to chide you now;

Enter BIONDELLO. Affection is not rated from the heart:

Here comes the rogue. Sirrah, where have you If love have touch'd you, nought remains but so,

been ? Redime te captum quam queas minimo.

Bion. Where have I been? Nay, how now, where Luc. Gramercies, lad; go forward : this con

are you? tents;

Master, has my fellow Tranio stol'n your clothes ? The rest will comfort, for thy counsel's sound. Or you stol'n his ? or both ? pray, what's the news?

Tra. Master, you look'd so longly on the maid, Luc. Sirrah, come hither ; 'tis no time to jest Perhaps you mark'd not what's the pith of all. And therefore frame your manners to the time,

Luc. O yes, I saw sweet beauty in her face, Your fellow Tranio here, to save my life, Such as the daughter of Agenor had,

Puts my apparel and my countenance on,

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And I for my escape have put oa his;

Gru. Nay, 'tis no matter, what he 'leges in For in a quarrel, since I caine ashore,

Latin. If this be not a lawful cause for me to I kill'd a man, and fear I was descried.

leave his service. Look you, sir, -he bid me Wait you on him, I charge you, as becomes, knock him, and rap him soundly, sir: Well, was While I make way from hence to save my life : it fit for a servant to use his master so; being, You understand me?

perhaps, (for aught I see,) two and thirty, Bion. I, sir ? ne'er a whit.

pip out? Luc. And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth; Whom, 'would to God, I had well knock'd at first, Tranio is chang'd into Lucentio.

Then had not Grumio come by the worst.
Bion. The better for him ; 'Would I were so too ! Pet. A senseless villain ! Good Hortensio,
Tra. So would I, faith, boy, to have the next I bade the rascal knock upon your gate,
wish after,

And could not get him for my heart to do it. That Lucentio indeed had Baptista's youngest Gru. Knock at the gate? - .O heavens ! daughter

Spake you not these words plain, — Sirrah, knock But, sirrah, — not for my sake, but your master's,

me here, I advise

Rap me here, knock me well, and knock me soundly? You use your manners discreetly in all kind of com- And come you now with — knocking at the gate ? panies:

Pet. Sirrah, be gone, or talk not, I advise you. When I am alone, why, then I am Tranio;

Hor. Petruchio, patience; I am Grumio's But in all places else, your master Lucentio.

pledge : Luc. Tranio, let's go :

Why, this a heavy chance 'twixt him and you ; One thing more rests, that thyself execute ;

Your ancient, trusty, pleasant servant Grumio. To make one among these wooers : If thou ask me And tell me now, sweet friend, what happy gale why,

Blows you to Padua here, from old Verona ? Sufficeth, my reasons are both good and weighty. Pet. Such wind as scatters young men through

(Exeunt.

the world, i Serv. My lord, you nod; you do not mind the

To seek their fortunes further than at home, play.

Where small experience grows. But, in a few, Sly. Yes, by saint Anne, do 1. A good matter, Signior Hortensio, thus it stands with me: surely; Comes there any more of it??

Antonio, my father, is deceas'd; Page. My lord, 'tis but begun.

And I have thrust myself into this maze, Sly. 'Tis a very excellent piece of work, madam Haply to wive, and thrive, as best I may : lady ; 'Would 'twere done!

Crowns in my purse I have, and goods at home,

And so am come abroad to see the world.
SCENE II.
· The same.

Before Hortensio's Hor. Petruchio, shall I then come roundly
House.

thee,

And wish thee to a shrew'd ill-favour'd wife?
Enter PETRUCHIO and GRUMIO.

Thoud'st thank me but a little for my counsel :
Pet. Verona, for a while I take my leave, And yet I'll promise thee she shall be rich,
To see my friends in Padua ; but, of all,

And very rich :- but thou’rt too much my friend,
My best beloved and approved friend,

And I'll not wish thee to her. Hortensio ; and, I trow, this is his house:

Pet. Signior Hortensio, 'twixt such friends as we, Here, sirrah Grumio; knock, I say.

Few words suffice: and, therefore, if thou know Gru. Knock, sir! whom should I knock? is One rich enough to be Petruchio's wife, there any man has rebused your worship?

(As wealth is burden of my wooing dance,) Pet. Villain, I say, knock me here soundly. Be she as foul as was Florentius' love,

Gru. Knock you here, sir ? why, sir, what am I, As old as Sybil, and as curst and shrewd sir, that I should knock you here, sir ?

As Socrates' Xantippe, or a worse,
Pet. Villain, I say, knock me at this gate, She moves me not, or not removes, at least,
And rap me well, or I'll knock your knave's pate. Affection's edge in me; were she as rough
Gru. My master is grown quarrelsome: I should As are the swelling Adriatick seas :
knock you first,

I come to wive it wealthily in Padua;
And then I know after who comes by the worst. If wealthily, then happily in Padua.
Pet. Will it not be ?

Gru. Nay, look you, sir, he tells you flatly what ’Faith, sirrah, an you'll not knock, I'll wring it; his mind is. Why, give him gold enough and marry I'll try how you can sol, fa, and sing it.

him to a puppet, or an aglet-baby; or an old trot [He wrings GRUMIO by the ears. with ne'er a tooth in her head, though she have as Gru. Help, masters, help! my master is mad. many diseases as two and fifty horses : why, nothing Pet. Now, knock when I bid you : sirrah ! comes amiss, so money comes withal. villain!

Hor. Petruchio, since we have stepped thus far

in,
Enter HORTENSIO.

I will continue that I broach'd in jest.
Hor. How now? what's the matter ? — My old I can, Petruchio, help thee to a wife
friend Grumio! and my good friend Petruchio!. With wealth enough, and young, and beauteous ;
How do you all at Verona ?

Brought up, as best becomes a gentlewoman :
Pet. Signior Hortensio, come you to part the fray? | Her only fault (and that is faults enough)
Con tutto il core bene trovato, may I say.

Is, – that she is intolerably curst, Hor. Alla nostra casa bene venuto,

And shrewd, and froward : so beyond all measure, Molto honorato signor mio Petruchio.

That, were my state far worser than it is, Rise. Grumio, rise; we will compound this quarrel. I would not wed her for a mine of gold.

Trow you,

Pet. Hortensio, peace; thou know'st not gold's | As firmly as yourself were still in place : effect:

Yea, and (perhaps) with more successful words Tell me lier father's name, and 'tis enough ; Than you, uniiss you were a scholar, sir. For I will board her, though she chide as loud Gre. ( this learning! wlikt a thing it is! As thunder, when the clouds in autumn crack.

Gru. O this woodcock! wliat an ass it is! Hor. Her father is Baptista Minola,

Pet. Peace, sirrah. An affable and courteous gentleman :

Hor. Grunio, mum! God save you, signior Her name is Katharina Minola,

Gremio! Renown'd in Padua for her scolding tongue.

Gre. And you're well met, signior Hortensiv. Pet. I know her father, though I know not her ; And he knew my deceased father well :

Whither I am going ? --- To Baptista Minola. I will not sleep, Hortensio, till I see her;

I promis'u to enquire carefully And therefore let me be thus bold with you,

About a schoolmaster for fair Bianca : To give you over at this first encounter,

And, by good fortune, I have lighted well Unless you will accompany me thither.

On this young man ; for learning, and behaviour, Gru. I pray you, sir, let him go while the hu- | Fit for her turn; well read in poetry mour lasts. O my word, an she knew him as well And other books, - good ones, I warrant you. as I do, she would think scolding would do little good Hor. 'Tis well: and I have met a gentleman, upon

him : She may, perhaps, call him half a score Hath promis'd me to help me to another, knares, or so : why, that's nothing; an he begin A fine musician to instruct our mistress ; once, he'll rail in his rope-tricks. I'll tell you So shall I no whit be behind in duty what, sir, — an she stand him but a little, he will To fair Bianca, so belov'd of me. throw a figure in her face, and so disfigure her with Gre. Belov'd of me, - and that my deeds shall it, that she shall have no more eyes to see withal

prove : than a cat: You know him not, sir.

Gru. And that his bags shall prove. [ Aside. Hor. Tarry, Petruchio, I must go with thee ; Hor. Gremio, 'tis now no time to vent our For in Baptista's keep my treasure is :

love; Ile hath the jewel, of my life in hold,

Listen to me, and if you speak me fair, His youngest daughter, beautiful Bianca ;

I'll tell you news indifferent good for either. And her withholds from me, and other more Here is a gentleman, whom by chance I met, Suitors to her, and rivals in my love :

Upon agreement from us to his liking, Supposing it a thing impossible,

Will undertake to woo curst Katharije; (For those defects I have before rehears'd,

Yea, and to marry her, if her dowry please. That ever Katharina will be woo'd,

Gre. So said, so done, is well : Therefore this order hath aptista ta'en;

Hortensio, have you told him all her faults? That none shall have access unto Bianca,

Pet. I know, she is an irksome brawling scold; Till Katharine the curst have got a husband. If that be all, masters, I hear no harm. Gru. Katharine the curst!

Gre. No, say'st me so, friend? What countryA title for a maid, of all titles the worst.

man ? Hor. Now shall my friend Petruchio do me Pet. Born in Verona, old Antonio's son : grace ;

My father dead, my fortune lives for me; And offer me, disguis'd in sober robes,

And I do hope good days, and long, to sce. To cld Baptista as a schoolmaster

Gre. O, sir, such a life, with such a wife, were Well seen in musick, to instruct Bianca :

strange : That so I may by this device, at least,

But if you have a stomach, to't o'God's name; Ilave leave and leisure to make love to her,

You shall have me assisting you in all.
And, unsuspected, court her by herself.

But, will you woo this wild cat ?
Pet.

Will I live? Enter GREMIO; with him LUCENTIO disguised, with

Gru. Will he woo her ? ay, or I'll hang her. books under his arm.

[ Aside. Gru. Here's no knavery! See; to beguile the Pet. Why came I hither, but to that inteni? old folks, how the young folks lay their heads to- Think you, a little din can daunt mine ears; gether! Master, master, look about you: Who goes Have I not in my time heard lions roar ? there? ha!

Have I not heard the sea, pufl'd up with winds, Hor. Peace, Grumio ; 'tis the rival of my love : Rage like an angry boar, chafed with sweat ? - Petruchio, stand by a while.

Have I not heard great ordnance in the field, Gru. A proper stripling, and an amorous ! And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies?

( They r-iire. Have I not in a pitched battle heard Gre. O, very well : I have perus’d the note. Loud ’larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang? Hark you, sir; I'll have them very fairly bound : And do you tell me of a woman's tongue; All books of love, see that at any hand;

That gives not half so great a blow to the ear, And see you read no other lectures to her :

As will a chesnut in a farmer's fire ? You understand me:- Over and beside

Tush ! tush! fear boys with bugs. Signior Baptista's liberality,

Gru.

For he fears none. I'll mend it with a largess : Take your papers too,

Aside And let me have them very well perfum'd;

Gre. Hortensio, hark ! for she is sweeter than perfume itself,

This gentleman is happily arriv'd, To whom they go. What will you read to her ? My mind presumes, for his own good, and yours

Luc. Whate'er I read to her, I'll plead for you, Hor. I promis'd, we would be contributors, As for my patron, (stand you so assur'd,)

And bear his charge of wooing, whatsoe'er.

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