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 popup_note_index_item 2815
