Grumio A title for a maid, of all titles the worst. Hortensio 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 herself. Grumio Here's no knavery. See, to beguile the old folks, how Read more about Act 1, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: “Here's no knavery”
Hortensio Tarry, Petruchio, I must go with thee, For in Baptista's keep my treasure is. He hath the jewel of my life in hold, His youngest daughter, beautiful Bianca, And her withholds from me and others 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 woo'd, Therefore this order hath Baptista ta'en: That none shall have access unto Bianca Read more about Act 1, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: “in Baptista's keep my treasure is … ”
Grumio [To Hortensio] I pray you, sir, let him go while the humor lasts. O' my word, an she knew him as well as I do, she would think scolding would do little good upon him. She may perhaps call him half a score knaves or so — why, that's nothing. An he begin once, he'll rail in his rope tricks. I'll tell you what, sir, an she stand him but a little, he will throw a figure in her face, and so disfigure her with it that she shall have no more eyes to see withal than a cat. You know him not, sir. Read more about Act 1, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: “he will throw a figure in her face, and so disfigure her”
Grumio [To Hortensio] I pray you, sir, let him go while the humor lasts. O' my word, an she knew him as well as I do, she would think scolding would do little good upon him. She may perhaps call him half a score knaves or so — why, that's nothing. An he begin once, he'll rail in his rope tricks. I'll tell you what, sir, an she stand him but a little, he will throw a figure in her face, and so disfigure her with it that she shall have no more eyes to see withal than a cat. You know him not, sir. Read more about Act 1, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: “he’ll rail in his rope tricks”
Grumio [To Hortensio] Nay, look you, sir, he tells you flatly what his mind is. Why, give him gold enough and marry him to a puppet or an aglet-baby, or an old trot with ne'er a tooth in her head, though she have as many diseases as two-and-fifty horses. Why, nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal. Read more about Act 1, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: “aglet-baby”
Petruchio Signor Hortensio, 'twixt such friends as we, Few words suffice; and therefore, if thou know One rich enough to be Petruchio's wife — As wealth is burden of my wooing dance — Be she as foul as was Florentius' love, As old as Sibyl, and as curst and shrewd As Socrates' Xanthippe or a worse, She moves me not — or not removes at least Affection's edge in me — were she as rough As are the swelling Adriatic seas. I come to wive it wealthily in Padua; If wealthily, then happily, in Padua. Read more about Act 1, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: “She moves me not — or not removes, at least, affection's edge in me”
Petruchio Signor Hortensio, 'twixt such friends as we, Few words suffice; and therefore, if thou know One rich enough to be Petruchio's wife — As wealth is burden of my wooing dance — Be she as foul as was Florentius' love, As old as Sibyl, and as curst and shrewd As Socrates' Xanthippe or a worse, She moves me not — or not removes at least Affection's edge in me — were she as rough As are the swelling Adriatic seas. I come to wive it wealthily in Padua; If wealthily, then happily, in Padua. Read more about Act 1, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: Florentius’ Sibyl and Socrates’ Xanthippe
Petruchio Such wind as scatters young men through the world To seek their fortunes farther than at home, Where small experience grows. But in a few, Signor Hortensio, thus it stands with me: Antonio, my father, is deceased, And I have thrust myself into this maze, Happily to wive and thrive as best I may. Crowns in my purse I have, and goods at home, And so am come abroad to see the world. Read more about Act 1, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: “to wive and thrive as best I may”
Hortensio Rise, Grumio, rise. We will compound this quarrel. Grumio Nay, 'tis no matter, sir, what he 'leges in Latin. If this be not a lawful cause for me to leave his service! Look you, sir, he bid me knock him and rap him soundly, sir. Well, was it fit for a servant to use his master so, being perhaps, for aught I see, two and thirty, a pip out? Whom would to God I had well knocked at first, Then had not Grumio come by the worst. Read more about Act 1, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: “Being perhaps ... two and thirty, a pip out”
Grumio My master is grown quarrelsome. I should knock you first, And then I know after who comes by the worst. Petruchio Will it not be? Faith, sirrah, an you'll not knock, I'll ring it; [He wrings Grumio by the ears. Grumio falls to the ground screaming] I'll try how you can ‘sol,’ ‘fa,’ and sing it. Read more about Act 1, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: “I'll ring it; I'll try how you can ‘sol’ ‘fa’, and sing it.”
