Have I not in my time heard lions roar? Have I not in a pitched battel heard Loud larums, neighing fteeds, and trumpets clangue? 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. SCENE VII. 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 way to the house of Signior Baptifta Minola? 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? 3 That gives not half fo great a blow to HEAR,] This aukward phrafe could never come from Shakespeare. He wrote, without queftion, -fo great a blow to TH’EAR. WARBURTON. Tra. I love no chiders, Sir: Biondello, let's away. Luc. Well begun, Tranio. 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 fhe. Tra. For what reafon, I beseech you? That's fhe's the choice love of Signior Gremio. To whom my Father is not all unknown; Gre. What, this Gentleman will out-talk us all! Did you yet ever fee Baptifta's daughter? Tra. No, Sir; but hear I do, that he hath two: The one as famous for a scolding tongue, As the other is for beauteous modefty. Pet. Sir, Sir, the firft's for me; let her go by. Gre. Yea, leave that labour to great Hercules; And let it be more than Alcids' twelve. Pet. Sir, understand you this of this of me, infooth: The youngest Daughter, whom you hearken for, Her father keeps from all accefs of fuitors, And And will not promise her to any man, Tra. If it be fo, Sir, that you are the man Hor. Sir, you fay well, and well you do conceive; Tra. Sir, I fhall not be flack; in fign whereof, 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 so, 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 I. Baptifta's House in Padua. Enter Catharina and Bianca. BIANCA. OOOD Sifter, wrong me not, nor wrong your felf, To make a bond-maid and a flave of me ; That I difdain; but for these other Gawds, Cath. Of all thy Suitors here, I charge thee, tell I never yet beheld that special face, Bian. Is it for him you do fo envy me? Nay, then you jeft; and now, I well perceive, I pr'ythee, fifter Kate, untie my hands, Cath. If that be jeft, then all the reft was fo. Enter Baptifta. [Strikes ber. Bap. Why, how now, dame, whence grows this Bianca, ftand afide; poor girl, fhe weeps; Gath. Her filence flouts me; and I'll be reveng'd. [Flies after Bianca. Bap. What, in my fight?-Bianca, get thee in. [Exit Bianca. Cath. Will you not fuffer me? nay, now I fee, She is your treasure; she must have a husband; I muft dance bare-foot on her wedding-day, And, for your love to her, lead apes in hell: Talk not to me, I will go fit and weep, 'Till I can find occafion of revenge. [Exit Cath. Bap. Was ever gentleman thus griev'd, as I? But who comes here? SCENE IL Enter Gremio, Lucentio in the habit of a mean man; Petruchio with Hortenfio, like a musician; Tranio and Biondello bearing a lute and books. Gre. Good morrow, neighbour Baptifta. Bap. Good morrow, neighbour Gremio: God fave you, Gentlemen. ? bilding The word bilding, or hinderling, is a low wretch; it is applied to Ca tharine for the coarseness of her behaviour. |