1. SCENE I. Padua. A room in BAPTISTA'S house.
What! will you not suffer me? Nay, now I see
She is your treasure, she must have a husband;
I must dance bare-foot on her wedding-day,
And, for your love to her, lead apes in hell.
Talk not to me: I will go sit and weep
Till I can find occasion of revenge.
BAPTISTA. Was ever gentleman thus griev'd as I?
But who comes here?
[Enter GREMIO, with LUCENTIO in the habit of a mean man;
PETRUCHIO, with HORTENSIO as a musician; and TRANIO, with
BIONDELLO bearing a lute and books.]
Good morrow, neighbour Baptista.
Good morrow, neighbour Gremio. God save you, gentlemen!
And you, good sir! Pray, have you not a daughter
Call'd Katherina, fair and virtuous?
I have a daughter, sir, call'd Katherina.
You are too blunt: go to it orderly.
You wrong me, Signior Gremio: give me leave.
I am a gentleman of Verona, sir,
That, hearing of her beauty and her wit,
Her affability and bashful modesty,
Her wondrous qualities and mild behaviour,
Am bold to show myself a forward guest
Within your house, to make mine eye the witness
Of that report which I so oft have heard.
And, for an entrance to my entertainment,
I do present you with a man of mine,
Cunning in music and the mathematics,
To instruct her fully in those sciences,
Whereof I know she is not ignorant.
Accept of him, or else you do me wrong:
His name is Licio, born in Mantua.
You're welcome, sir, and he for your good sake;
But for my daughter Katherine, this I know,
She is not for your turn, the more my grief.
I see you do not mean to part with her;
Or else you like not of my company.
Mistake me not; I speak but as I find.
Whence are you, sir? What may I call your name?