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Luc. Bafta; content thee; for I have it full. We have not yet been feen in any house, Nor can we be diftinguish'd by our faces, For man or mafter: then it follows thus. Thou shalt be mafter, Tranio, in my ftead; Keep houfe, and port, and fervants, as I fhould. I will fome other be, fome Florentine, Some Neapolitan, or meaner man of Pisa. 'Tis hatch'd, and shall be fo: Tranio, at once Uncafe thee: take my colour'd hat and cloak. When Biondello comes, he waits on thee ; But I will charm him firft to keep his tongue. Tra. So had you need. [They exchange habits. In brief, good Sir, fith it your pleasure is, And I am tied to be obedient,
(For fo your Father charg'd me at our parting:; Be ferviceable to my Son, quoth he,)
Altho', I think, 'twas in another fenfe;
I am content to be Lucentio,
Because fo well I love Lucentio.
Luc. Tranio, be fo; because Lucentio loves;
Here comes the rogue. Sirrah, where have you been? Bion. Where have I been? nay, how now, where are you? mafter, has my fellow Tranio ftoll'n your cloaths, or you ftoll'n his, or both? pray, what's the news?
Luc. Sirrah, come hither: 'tis no time to jest;
Bion. Ay, Sir, ne'er a whit.
Luc. And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth; Tranio is chang'd into Lucentio.
Bion. The better for him: 'Would, I were fo too. Tra. So would I, 'faith, boy, to have the next wifh after; that Lucentio, indeed, had Baptifta's youngest Daughter. But, firrah, not for my fake, but your mafter's, I advise you, ufe your manners difcreetly in all kind of companies: when I am alone, why, then I am Tranio; but in all places elfe, your master Lucentio.
Luc. Tranio, let's go: one thing more refts, that thy felf execute, to make one among these wooers; if thou ask me why, fufficeth, my reasons are both good and weighty. [Exeunt. SCENE, before Hortenfio's House, in Padua. Enter Petruchio, and Grumio.
Pet. To fee my friends in Padua ; but of all
Gru. Knock, Sir? whom fhould I knock? is there
any man, has rebus'd your Worship?
Pet. Villain, I fay, knock me here foundly.
That I fhould knock you here, Sir?
Pet. Villain, I fay, knock me at this gate,
And then I know after, who comes by the worst.
Faith, firrah, an you'll not knock, I'll ring it,
I'll try how you can Sol, Fa, and fing it.
[He wrings him by the ears. Gru. Help, mafters, help; my maiter is mad. Pet. Now knock, when I bid you: Sirrah! Villain!
Hor. How now, what's the matter? my old friend Grumio, and my good friend Petruchio! how do you at Verona?
Pet. Signior Hortenfio, come you to part the fray? Con tutto il Core ben trovato, may I fay.
Hor. Alla noftra Cafa benvenuto, molto bonorato Signor mio Petruchio.
Rife, Grumio, rife; we will compound this quarrel. Gru. Nay, 'tis no matter, what he leges in Latine. If this be not a lawful caufe for me to leave his fervice, look you, Sir: he bid me knock him, and rap him foundly, Sir. Well, was it fit for a fervant to use his mafter fo, being, perhaps, for aught I fee, two and thirty, a pip out?
Whom, would to God, I had well knock'd at first,
And could not get him for my heart to do it.
Gru. Knock at the gate? O heav'ns! spake you not thefe words plain ? firrah, knock me here, rap me here, knock me well, and knock me foundly and come you now with knocking at the gate?
Pet. Sirrah, be gone, or talk not, I advise you. Hor. Petruchio, patience; I am Grumio's pledge: Why, this is a heavy chance 'twixt him and you, Your ancient, trufty, pleasant fervant Grumio; And tell me now, fweet Friend, what happy Gale Blows you to Padua here, from old Verona ?
Pet. Such wind as fcatters young men through the
To feek their fortunes farther than at home ;
And I have thruft my felf into this maze,
And fo am come abroad to see the world.
Hor. Petruchio, fhall I then come roundly to thee,
Pet. Signior Hortenfio, 'twixt fuch friends as us
She moves me not; or not removes, at least,
I come to wive it wealthily in Padua :
Gru. Nay, look you, Sir, he tells you flatly what his 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, tho' fhe have as many diseases as two and fifty horfes; why, nothing comes amifs, fo mony comes withal.
Hor. Petruchio, fince we are ftept thus far in, 1
I will continue That I broach'd in jeft.
I can, Petruchio, help thee to a wife
With wealth enough, and young and beauteous;
Her only fault, and that is fault enough,
Is, that fhe is intolerably curft;
And threwd, and froward, fo beyond all measure,
That, were my state far worser than it is,
I would not wed her for a Mine of gold.
Pet. Hortenfio, peace; thou know'ft not gold's ef- · fect;
Tell me her Father's name, and 'tis enough:
For I will board her, tho' fhe chide as loud
As thunder, when the clouds in Autumn crack.
Hor. Her Father is Baptifta Minola, An affable and courteous Gentleman; Her name is Catharina Minoļa,
Renown'd in Padua for her fcolding tongue.
Pet. I know her Father, tho' I know not her;
I will not fleep, Hortenfio, 'till I fee her,
Gru. I pray you, Sir, let him go while the humour lafts. O' my word, an fhe knew him as well as I do, she would think fcolding would do little good upon him. She may, perhaps, call him half a fcore knaves, or fo: why, that's nothing; an' he begin once, he'll rail in his rope-tricks. I'll tell you what, Sir, an' fhe ftand him but a little, he will throw a figure in her face, and fo disfigure her with it, that the fhall have no more eyes to fee withal than a cat: you know him not, Sir.
Hor. Tarry, Petruchio, I must go with thee, For in Baptifta's houfe my Treafure is:
He hath the jewel of my life in hold,
His youngest Daughter, beautiful Bianca;
(7) And her with holds he from me, and others more
(For thofe defects I have before rehears'd,)
A title for a maid of all titles the worft!
(7) And ber withholds he from me. Other more Suitors to her, and Rivals in my Love: &c.] The Editors, in this Carelessnefs of their Pointing, have made ftark Nonsense of this Paffage. The Regulation, which I have given to the Text, was dictated to me by the ingenious Dr. Thirlby.