Gremio You shall have me assisting you in all. But will you woo this wildcat? Petruchio Will I live? Read more about popup_note_index_item 2825
Gremio You shall have me assisting you in all. But will you woo this wildcat? Petruchio Will I live? Grumio (servant) [Aside] Will he woo her? Ay, or I'll hang her. Petruchio Why came I hither but to that intent? Think you a little din can daunt mine ears? Have I not in my time heard lions roar? Have I not heard the sea, puffed up with winds, Rage like an angry boar chafed with sweat? Have I not heard great ordnance in the field, And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies? Have I not, in a pitched battle, heard Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang? And do you tell me of a woman's tongue That gives not half so great a blow to hear As will a chestnut in a farmer's fire? Read more about popup_note_index_item 2826
Petruchio Why came I hither but to that intent? Think you a little din can daunt mine ears? Have I not in my time heard lions roar? Have I not heard the sea, puffed up with winds, Rage like an angry boar chafed with sweat? Have I not heard great ordnance in the field, And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies? Have I not, in a pitched battle, heard Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang? And do you tell me of a woman's tongue That gives not half so great a blow to hear As will a chestnut in a farmer's fire? Tush, tush, fear boys with bugs. Read more about popup_note_index_item 2827
Grumio (servant) [Aside] I would I were as sure of a good dinner. [Enter Lucentio's two servants, Tranio and Biondello. Tranio is impersonating Lucentio, and Biondello is playing along with the deception.] Tranio-as-Lucentio Gentlemen, God save you. If I may be bold, tell me, I beseech you, which is the readiest way to the house of Signor Baptista Minola? Biondello He that has the two fair daughters, is't he you mean? Read more about popup_note_index_item 2828
Hortensio That she's the chosen of Signor Hortensio. Tranio-as-Lucentio Softly, my masters! If you be gentlemen, Do me this right: hear me with patience. Baptista is a noble gentleman, To whom my father is not all unknown; And were his daughter fairer than she is, She may more suitors have, and me for one. Fair Leda's daughter had a thousand wooers; Then well one more may fair Bianca have, And so she shall. Lucentio shall make one, Read more about popup_note_index_item 2829
Hortensio That she's the chosen of Signor Hortensio. Tranio-as-Lucentio Softly, my masters! If you be gentlemen, Do me this right: hear me with patience. Baptista is a noble gentleman, To whom my father is not all unknown; And were his daughter fairer than she is, She may more suitors have, and me for one. Fair Leda's daughter had a thousand wooers; Then well one more may fair Bianca have, And so she shall. Lucentio shall make one, Read more about popup_note_index_item 2830
Petruchio Sir, sir, the first's for me; let her go by. Gremio Yea, leave that labor to great Hercules, Read more about popup_note_index_item 2831
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 popup_note_index_item 2816
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 popup_note_index_item 2817
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 popup_note_index_item 2818