BAPTISTA

Gentlemen importune me no farther, For how I firmly am resolved you know: That is not to bestow my youngest daughter, Before I have a husband for the elder: If either of you both love Katherina, Because I know you well, and love you well, Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure. 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 never the less my girl. Gentlemen content you: I am resolved: Go in Bianca. And for I know she takes most delight In Music, Instrumen S, 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: Katherina you may stay, For I have more to commune with Bianca. Exit. Why how now Dame, whence grows this insolence? Bianca, stand aside, poor Girl she weeps: Go ply the needle, meddle not with her. For shame thou hilding of a devilish spirit, Why dost thou wrong her, that did never wrong thee? When did she cross thee with a bitter word? What in my sighed? Bianca get thee in. Exit. Was ever Gentleman thus grieved as I? But who comes here. Good morrow neighbour Gremio: God save you Gen tlemen. I have a daughter sir, called Katerina. You're welcome sir, and he for your good sake But for my daughter Katerine, this I know, She is not for your turn the more my grief. Mistake me not, I speak but as I find, Whence are you sir? What may I call your name. I know him well: you are welcome for his sake. A thousand thanks signior Gremio: Welcome good Cambio. But gentle sir, Me thinks you walk Like a stranger, May I be so bold, to know the cause of your coming? Lucentio is your name of whence I pray. A mighty man of Pisa by report, I know him well: you are very welcome sir: Take you the Lute, and you the set of books, You shall go see your pupils presently. Holla, within. Sirrah, led these Gentlemen To my daughters, and tell them both These are their Tutors, bid them use them well, We will go walk a little in the Orchard, And then to dinner: you are passing welcome, And so I pray you all to think yourselves. After my death, the one half of my Lands, And in possession twenty thousand Crowns. I, when the special thing is well obtained, That is her love: for that is all in all. Well mayest thou woo, and happy be thy speed; But be thou armed for some unhappy words. How now my friend why dost thou look so pale? What will my daughter prove a good Musician? Why then thou canst not break her to the Lute? Well go with me, and be not so discomfited. Proceed in Practice with my younger daughter, She's apt to learn, and thankful for good turns: Signior Petruchio, will you go with us, Or shall I send my daughter Kate to you. Now Signior Petruchio, how speed you with my daughter? Why how now daughter Katherine, in your dumps? I know not what to say, but give me your hands, God send you joy Petruchio, it's a match. Faith Gentlemen now I play a Merchant's partly, And venture madly on a desperate Mars. The game I seek, is quiet me the match. Content you Gentlemen, I will compound this strife It's deeds must win the prize, and he of both That can assure my daughter greatest dower, Shall have my Bianca's love. Say signior Gremio, what can you assure her? I must confess your offer is the best, And let your father make her the assurance, She is your own, else you must pardon me: If you should die before him where's her dower? Well Gentlemen, I am thus resolved, On Sunday next, you know, My daughter Katherine is to be married: Now on the Sunday following shall Bianca Be Bride to you, if you make this assurance: If not to Signior Gremio: And so I take my leave, and thank you both. Exit, Signior Lucentio, this is the pointed day That Katherine and Petruchio should be married, And yet we hear not of our son in Law: What will be said, what mockery will it be? To want the Bridegroom when the Priest attends To speak the ceremonial rites of marriage? What says Lucentio to this shame of ours? Go girl, I cannot blame thee now to weep, For such and injury would vex a very Saint, Much more a shrew of impatient humour. Is it new and old too? how may that be? Is he come? What then? When will he be here? Who comes with him? I am glad he's come, howsoever he comes. Didst thou not say he comes? I, that Petruchio came. Why that's all one. You are welcome sir. And yet you halt not. Why sir, you know this is your wedding day First were we sad, fearing you would not come, Now sadder that you come so unprovided: Fie, doff this habit, shame to your estate, And eyesore to our solemn festival. But thus I trust you will not marry her. I'll after him, and see the event of this. Exit. Is't possible you will away to night? Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones. Neighbours and friends, though Bride and Bridegroom wants For to supply the places at the table, You know there wants no junkets at the feast: Lucentio you shall supply the Bridegrooms place, And let Bianca take her sisters room. She shall Lucentio: come Gentlemen let's go. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say, Your plainness and your shortness please me well Right true it is your son Lucentio here Does love my daughter and she loves him Or both dissemble deeply their affections: And therefore if you say no more then this, That Like a father you will deal with him, And pass my daughter a sufficient dower, The match is made and all is done, Your son shall have my daughter with consent. Not in my house Lucentio for you know Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants, Beside old Gremio is harkening still, And happily we may be interrupted. It likes me well: Cambio High you home and bid Bianca make her ready straight: And if you will tell what hath happened, Lucentios father is arrived in Padua, And how she's Like to be Lucentios wife. I follow you. Exeunt. You Mistake sir, you mistake sir, pray what do you think is his name? Talk not signior Gremio: I say he shall go to prison. Away with the dotard, to the Jail with him. How hast thou offended, where is Lucentio? Why, tell me is not this my Cambio? But do you hear sir, have you married my daughter without asking my good will? And I to found the depth of this knavery. Exit. Padua affords this kindness son Petruchio. How likes Gremio these quick witted folks? O, o Pretuchio, Tranio hits you now. Now in good sadness son Petruchio, I think thou hast the veriest shrew of all. Son I'll be you half, Bianca comes. Now by my hollidam here comes Katerina. Now fair befall thee good Petruchio; The wager thou hast wone, and I will add Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns, Another dowry to another daughter, For she is changed as she had never been. What is the man lunatic?