| ACT II.
1. SCENE I. Padua. A room in BAPTISTA'S house.
 (continued)KATHERINA.
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.
 
 [Exit.]
 
 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.]
 
 GREMIO.
Good morrow, neighbour Baptista.
 
 BAPTISTA.
Good morrow, neighbour Gremio. God save you, gentlemen!
 
 PETRUCHIO.
And you, good sir! Pray, have you not a daughter
 Call'd Katherina, fair and virtuous?
 
 BAPTISTA.
I have a daughter, sir, call'd Katherina.
 
 GREMIO.
You are too blunt: go to it orderly.
 
 PETRUCHIO.
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,
 
 [Presenting HORTENSIO.]
 
 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.
 
 BAPTISTA.
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.
 
 PETRUCHIO.
I see you do not mean to part with her;
 Or else you like not of my company.
 
 BAPTISTA.
Mistake me not; I speak but as I find.
 Whence are you, sir? What may I call your name?
 
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