Ay, and a kind one too:
Pray God, sir, your wife send you not a worse.

Believe me, sir, they butt together well.

My cake is dough; but I'll in among the rest,
Out of hope of all, but my share of the feast.

Here's packing, with a witness to deceive us all!

Yes, I know thee to be Signior Lucentio.

Nay, I dare not swear it.

Take heed, Signior Baptista, lest you be
cony-catched in this business: I dare swear this
is the right Vincentio.

Stay, officer: he shall not go to prison.

They're busy within; you were best knock louder.

I marvel Cambio comes not all this while.

I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated.

Went they not quickly, I should die with laughing.

Ay, marry, sir, now it begins to work.

Let me entreat you.

Trembled and shook; for why, he stamp'd and swore,
As if the vicar meant to cozen him.
But after many ceremonies done,
He calls for wine: 'A health!' quoth he, as if
He had been aboard, carousing to his mates
After a storm; quaff'd off the muscadel
And ...

Tut, she's a lamb, a dove, a fool to him!
I'll tell you, Sir Lucentio: when the priest
Should ask, if Katharina should be his wife,
'Ay, by gogs-wouns,' quoth he; and swore so loud,
That, all-amazed, the priest let fall the book;
And, as he stoop'd ...

Why he's a devil, a devil, a very fiend.

A bridegroom say you? 'tis a groom indeed,
A grumbling groom, and that the girl shall find.

As willingly as e'er I came from school.

Adieu, good neighbour.
Exit BAPTISTA
Now I fear thee not:
Sirrah young gamester, your father were a fool
To give thee all, and in his waning age
Set foot under thy table: tut, a toy!
An old Italian fox is not so kind, my boy.

And may not young men die, as well as old?

Nay, I have offer'd all, I have no more;
And she can have no more than all I have:
If you like me, she shall have me and mine.

Two thousand ducats by the year of land!
My land amounts not to so much in all:
That she shall have; besides an argosy
That now is lying in Marseilles' road.
What, have I choked you with an argosy?

First, as you know, my house within the city
Is richly furnished with plate and gold;
Basins and ewers to lave her dainty hands;
My hangings all of Tyrian tapestry;
In ivory coffers I have stuff'd my crowns;
In cypress chests my arras counterpoints,
Costly apparel, tents, and canopies ...

But thine doth fry.
Skipper, stand back: 'tis age that nourisheth.

Youngling, thou canst not love so dear as I.

No doubt but he hath got a quiet catch.
But now, Baptists, to your younger daughter:
Now is the day we long have looked for:
I am your neighbour, and was suitor first.

Was ever match clapp'd up so suddenly?

Amen, say we: we will be witnesses.

Hark, Petruchio; she says she'll see thee
hang'd first.

I doubt it not, sir; but you will curse your
wooing. Neighbour, this is a gift very grateful, I am
sure of it. To express the like kindness, myself,
that have been more kindly beholding to you than
any, freely give unto you this young scholar,
Presenting LUCENTIO
that hath ...

Saving your tale, Petruchio, I pray,
Let us, that are poor petitioners, speak too:
Baccare! you are marvellous forward.

You are too blunt: go to it orderly.

Good morrow, neighbour Baptista.

Yea, leave that labour to great Hercules;
And let it be more than Alcides' twelve.

What! this gentleman will out-talk us all.

For this reason, if you'll know,
That she's the choice love of Signior Gremio.

But so is not she.

No; if without more words you will get you hence.

Hark you, sir; you mean not her to--

And so we will, provided that he win her.

Hortensio, hark:
This gentleman is happily arrived,
My mind presumes, for his own good and ours.

O sir, such a life, with such a wife, were strange!
But if you have a stomach, to't i' God's name:
You shall have me assisting you in all.
But will you woo this wild-cat?

No, say'st me so, friend? What countryman?

So said, so done, is well.
Hortensio, have you told him all her faults?

Beloved of me; and that my deeds shall prove.

And you are well met, Signior Hortensio.
Trow you whither I am going? To Baptista Minola.
I promised to inquire carefully
About a schoolmaster for the fair Bianca:
And by good fortune I have lighted well
On this young man, for learning and behavior
Fit for her turn, well read ...

O this learning, what a thing it is!

O, very well; I have perused the note.
Hark you, sir: I'll have them very fairly bound:
All books of love, see that at any hand;
And see you read no other lectures to her:
You understand me: over and beside
Signior Baptista's liberality,
I'll mend it ...

I am agreed; and would I had given him the best
horse in Padua to begin his wooing that would
thoroughly woo her, wed her and bed her and rid the
house of her! Come on.