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Have I not in my time heard lions roar?
Tufh, tufh, fear boys with bugs,
Gru. For he fears none.
This Gentleman is happily arriv'd,
My mind.prefumes, for his own good, and ours.
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,
-so 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
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;
Gre. What, this Gentleman will out-talk us all!
Tra. No, Sir; but hear I do, that he hath two: The one as famous for a fcolding 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 me, infooth: The youngest Daughter, whom you hearken for,
Her father keeps from all accefs of fuitors,
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.
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!
4 Pleafe ye, we may contrive this afternoon,] Mr. Theobald afks what they were to contrive? and then fays, a foolish corruption poffeffes the place, and fo alters it to convive; in which he is followed, as he pretty conftantly is, when wrong, by the Oxford Editor. But the common reading is right, and the Critic was only ignorant of the
meaning of it. Contrive does not fignify here to project, but to spend and wear out. As in this paffage of Spenfer,
Three ages fuch as mortal men
Fairy Queen, B xi. ch. 9. WARBURTON. The word is ufed in the fame fenfe of Spending or wearing out, in the Palace of Pleafure,
ACT II. SCENE I.
Baptifta's Houfe in Padua.
Enter Catharina and Bianca.
OOD Sifter, wrong me not, nor wrong your
To make a bond maid and a flave of me ;
Cath. Of all thy Suitors here, I charge thee, tell
Cath. Minion, thou lieft; is't not Hortenfio?
but for thefe other Goods. This is fo trifling and unexpreffive a Word, that, I am satisfied our Author wrote, Gawds (i. e. Toys, trifling Or'naments); a Term that he fre. VOL. III.
quently ufes and feems fond of.
to keep you fair.] I
I pr'ythee, fifter Kate, untie my hands,
Bap. Why, how now, dame, whence grows this
Bianca, ftand afide; poor girl, fhe weeps;
Cath. 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?
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 tharine for the coarfenefs of her word bilding, or hinderling, is a behaviour. *low wretch; it is applied to Ca