HORTENSIO

Mates maid, how mean you that? No mates for you, Unless you were of Gentler milder mould. From all such devils, good Lord deliver us. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange, Sorry am I that our good will effects Bianca's grief. So will I signiour Gremio: but a word I pray: Though the nam ture of our quarrel yet never brooked Parley, know now upon and vice, it touches us both: that we may yet again have access to to our fair Mistress, and be happy rivals in Bianca's love, to la bour and effect one thing specially. Marry sir to get a husband for her Sister. I say a husband. Tush Gremio: though it pass your patience & mine to endure her loud alarms, why man there be good fellows in the world, and a man could light on them, would take her with all faults, and money enough. Faith (as you say) there's small choice in rotten apples: but come, since this bar in law makes us friends, it shall be so far forth friendly maintained, till by helping Baptistas eldest daugh ter to a husband, we set his youngest free for a husband, and then have too t'afresh; Sweet Bianca, happy man be his dole: he that runs fastest, gets the Ring: How say you signior Gremio? How now, what's the matter? my old friend Grumio, and my good friend Petruchio? How do you all at Ʋ erona? Alla nostra casa be venuto multo honorata signior m oh Petruchio. Rise Grumio rise, we will compound this quarrel. Petruchio patience, I am Grumio's pledge: Why this a heavy chance betwixt him and you, Your ancient trusty pleasant servant Grumio: And tell me now (sweet friend) what happy gale Blows you to Padua here, from old Verona? Petruchio, shall I then come roundly to thee, And wish thee to a shrewed ill-favored wife? Thou'dst thank me but a little for my counsel: And yet I'll promise thee she shall be rich, And very rich: but th'art too much my friend, And I'll not wish thee to her. Petruchio, since we are stepped thus far in, I will continue that I broached in jest, I can Petruchio help thee to a wife With wealth enough, and young and beauteous, Brought up as best becomes a Gentlewoman. Her only fault and that is faults enough, Is, that she is intolerable cursed, And shrow and froward, so beyond all measure, That were my state far worse then it is, I would not wed her for a mine of Gold. Her father Baptista Minola, And affable and courteous Gentleman, Her name is Katherina Minola, Renowned in Padua for her scolding tongue. Tarry Petruchio I must go with thee, For in Baptistas keep my treasure is: He hath the Jewel of my life in hold, His youngest daughter, beautiful Bianca, And her withholds from me. Other more Suitors to her, and rivals in my Love: Supposing it a thing impossible, For those defects I have before rehearsed, That ever Katherina will be wooed Therefore this order hath Baptista taken, That none shall have access unto Bianca, Till Katherine the Cursed, have God a husband. Now shall my friend Petruchio do me grace, And offer me disguised in sober robes, To old Baptista as a schoolmaster Well seen in music, to instruct Bianca, That so I may by this device at least Have leave and leisure to make love to her, And unsuspected court her by her self. Peace Grumio, it is the rival of my Love. Petruchio stand by a while. Grumio mum: God save you signior Gremio. It's well: and I have met a Gentleman Hath promised me to help one to another, A fine Musician to instruct our mistress, So shall I no whit be behind in duty To fair Bianca, so beloved of me. G emio, it's now no time to vent our love, Listen to me, and if you speak me fair, I'll tell you ne es indifferent good for either. Here is a Gentleman whom by chance I met Upon agreement from us to his liking, Will undertake to woo cursed Katherine, Yea and to marry her, if her dowry please. I promised we would be Contributors, And bear his charge of wooing what soere. Sir a word ere you go: Are you a suitor to the Maid you talk of, yea or no? Sir, let me be so bold as ask you, Did you yet ever see Baptistas daughter? Sir you say well, and well you do conceive, And since you do profess to be a suitor, You must as we do, gratify this Gentleman, To whom we all rest generally beholding. The motions good indeed, and be it so, Petruchio, I shall be your Been venuto. Exeunt. For fear I promise you, if I look pale. I think she'l prove a soldier, Iron may hold with her, but never Lutes. Why no for she hath broke the Lute to me: I did but tell her she mistook her frets, And bowed her hand to teach her fingering, When (with a moist impatient devilish spirit) Frets call you these? (quoth she( I'll fume with them: And with that word she stroke me on the head, And through the instrument my pate made way, And there I stood amazed for a while, As on a Pillory, looking through the Lute, While she did call me Rascal, Fiddler, And twangling Jack, with twenty such vild terms, As had she studied to misuse me so. Sirrah, I will bear these braves of thine. Madam, before you touch the instrument, To learn the order of m fingering, I must begin with rudiments of Art, To teach you gamoth in a briefer sort, More pleasant, pithy and effectual, Then hath been taught by any of my trade, And there it is in writing fairly drawn. Yet read the gamouth of Hortentio. But I have cause to pry into this pedant, Me thinks he looks as though he was in love: Yet if thy thoughts Bianca be so humble To cast thy wandering eyes on every stale: Seize thee that List, if once I find thee ranging, Hortensio will be quit with thee by changing. Exit. Now Mistress profit you in what you read? I read, that I profess the Art to love. Quick proceeders marry, now tell me I pray, You that durst swear that your mistress Bianca Loved me in the world so well as Lucentio. Mistake no more, I am not Lisio, Nor a Musician as I seem to be, But one that scorn to live in this disguise, For such a one as leaves a Gentleman, And makes a God of such a Cullion; Know sir, that I am called Hortensio. See how they kiss and court: Signior, Lucentio, Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow Never to woo her more, but do forswear her As one unworthy all the former favors That I have fondly flattered them withal. Would all the world but he had quite forsworn For me, that I may surely keep mine oath. I will be married to a wealthy Widow, Ere three days pass, which hath as long loved me, As I have loved this proud disdainful Haggard, And so farewell signior Lucentio, Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks Shall win my love, and so I take my leave, In resolution, as I swore before. Mistress, what cheer? Signior Petruchio, fie you are to blame: Come Mistress Kate, I'll bear you company. That will not be in hast. I see she's Like to have neither cap nor gown. God-a-mercy Grumio, then he shall have no odds. Tailor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to morrow, Take no unkindness of his hasty words: Away I say, commend me to thy master. Exit Tail. Why so this Gallant will command the sun: Well Petruchio, this has put me in heart; Have to my Widow, and if she froward, Then hast thou taught Hortensio to be untoward. Exit For both our sakes I would that word were true. My Widow says, thus she conceives her tale. To her Widow. That's my office Confess, confess, hath he not hit you here? Content. Who shall begin? Sirrah Biondello, go and entreat my wife to come to me forthwith. Exit. Bion. I am afraid sir, do what you can Yours will not be entreated: Now where's my wife? I know her answer. She will not. And so it is: I wonder what it bodes That she is the chosen of Signior Hortensio, But wrangling pedant this is The patroness of heavenly harmony: Then give me leave to have Prerogative, And when in music we have spent and hour Your Lecture shall have leisure for as much. You'll leave his Lecture when I am in tune? Madam my instrument's in tune. Madam it's now in tune. The base is right, it's the base knave that jars. I must believe my master, else I promise you, I should be arguing still upon that doubt, But let it rest, now Litto to you: Good master take it not unkindly pray That I have been thus pleasant with you both. You may go walk, and give me leave a while, My Lessons make no music in three parts. Say as he says, or we shall never go Petruchio, go thy ways, the field is wone. A will make the man mad to make the woman of him. I do assure thee father so it is. Content what's the wager? Now go thy ways thou hast tamed a cursed Shrow.