487Because she will not be annoy'd with suters.

488Luc. Ah Tranio, what a cruell Fathers he:

489But art thou not aduis'd, he tooke some care

490To get her cunning Schoolemasters to instruct her.

491Tra. I marry am I sir, and now 'tis plotted.

492Luc. I haue it Tranio.

493Tra. Master, for my hand,

494Both our inuentions meet and iumpe in one.

495Luc. Tell me thine first.

496Tra. You will be schoole-master,

497And vndertake the teaching of the maid:

498That's your deuice.

499Luc. It is: May it be done?

500Tra. Not possible: for who shall beare your part,

501And be in Padua heere Vincentio's sonne,

502Keepe house, and ply his booke, welcome his friends,

503Visit his Countrimen, and banquet them?

504Luc. Basta, content thee: for I haue it full.

505We haue not yet bin seene in any house,

506Nor can we be distinguish'd by our faces,

507For man or master: then it followes thus;

508Thou shalt be master, Tranio in my sted:

509Keepe house, and port, and seruants, as I should,

510I will some other be, some Florentine,

511Some Neapolitan, or meaner man of Pisa.

512'Tis hatch'd, and shall be so: Tranio at once

513Vncase thee: take my Conlord hat and cloake,

514When Biondello comes, he waites on thee,

515But I will charme him first to keepe his tongue.

516Tra. So had you neede:

517In breefe Sir, sith it your pleasure is,

518And I am tyed to be obedient,

519For so your father charg'd me at our parting:

520Be seruiceable to my sonne (quoth he)

521Although I thinke 'twas in another sence,

522I am content to bee Lucentio,

523Because so well I loue Lucentio.

524Luc. Tranio be so, because Lucentio loues,

525And let me be a slaue, t'atchieue that maide,

526Whose sodaine sight hath thral'd my wounded eye.

528Heere comes the rogue. Sirra, where haue you bin?

529Bion. Where haue I beene? Nay how now, where

530are you? Maister, ha's my fellow Tranio stolne your

531cloathes, or you stolne his, or both? Pray what's the

532newes?

533Luc. Sirra come hither, 'tis no time to iest,

534And therefore frame your manners to the time

535Your fellow Tranio heere to saue my life,

536Puts my apparrell, and my count'nance on,

537And I for my escape haue put on his:

538For in a quarrell since I came a shore,

539I kil'd a man, and feare I was descried:

540Waite you on him, I charge you, as becomes:

541While I make way from hence to saue my life:

542You vnderstand me?

543Bion. I sir, ne're a whit.

544Luc. And not a iot of Tranio in your mouth,

545Tranio is chang'd into Lucentio.

546Bion. The better for him, would I were so too.

547Tra. So could I 'faith boy, to haue the next wish af-

548ter, that Lucentio indeede had Baptistas yongest daugh-

549ter. But sirra, not for my sake, but your masters, I ad-

550uise you vse your manners discreetly in all kind of com-

551panies: When I am alone, why then I am Tranio: but in

552all places else, your master Lucentio.

553Luc. Tranio let's go:

554One thing more rests, that thy selfe execute,

555To make one among these wooers: if thou ask me why,

556Sufficeth my reasons are both good and waighty.

5581. Man. My Lord you nod, you do not minde the

559play.

560Beg. Yes by Saint Anne do I, a good matter surely:

561Comes there any more of it?

562Lady. My Lord, 'tis but begun.

563Beg. 'Tis a verie excellent peece of worke, Madame

564Ladie: would 'twere done. They sit and marke.

566Petr. Verona, for a while I take my leaue,

567To see my friends in Padua; but of all

568My best beloued and approued friend

569Hortensio: & I trow this is his house:

570Heere sirra Grumio, knocke I say.

571Gru. Knocke sir? whom should I knocke? Is there

572any man ha's rebus'd your worship?

573Petr. Villaine I say, knocke me heere soundly.

574Gru. Knocke you heere sir? Why sir, what am I sir,

575that I should knocke you heere sir.

576Petr. Villaine I say, knocke me at this gate,

577And rap me well, or Ile knocke your knaues pate.

578Gru. My M^r is growne quarrelsome:

579I should knocke you first,

580And then I know after who comes by the worst.

581Petr. Will it not be?

582'Faith sirrah, and you'l not knocke, Ile ring it,

583Ile trie how you can Sol,Fa, and sing it.

585Gru. Helpe mistris helpe, my master is mad.

586Petr. Now knocke when I bid you: sirrah villaine.

588Hor. How now, what's the matter? My olde friend

589Grumio, and my good friend Petruchio? How do you all

590at Verona?

591Petr. Signior Hortensio, come you to part the fray?

592Contutti le core bene trobatto, may I say.

593Hor. Alla nostra casa bene venuto multo honorata signi-

594or mio Petruchio.

595Rise Grumio rise, we will compound this quarrell.

596Gru. Nay 'tis no matter sir, what he leges in Latine.

597If this be not a lawfull cause for me to leaue his seruice,

598looke you sir: He bid me knocke him,& rap him sound-

599ly sir. Well, was it fit for a seruant to vse his master so,

600being perhaps (for ought I see) two and thirty, a peepe

601out?

Whom would to God I had well knockt at first,

602then had not Grumio come by the worst.

603Petr. A sencelesse villaine: good Hortensio,

604I bad the rascall knocke vpon your gate,

605And could not get him for my heart to do it.

606Gru. Knocke at the gate? O heauens: spake you not

607these words plaine? Sirra, Knocke me heere: rappe me

608heere: knocke me well, and knocke me soundly? And

609come you now with knocking at the gate?

610Petr. Sirra be gone, or talke not I aduise you.

611Hor. Petruchio patience, I am Grumio's pledge:

612Why this a heauie chance twixr him and you,

613Your ancient trustie pleasant seruant Grumio:

614And tell me now (sweet friend) what happie gale

615Blowes you to Padua heere, from old Verona?

616Petr.Such wind as scatters yongmen throgh y^e world,