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 Act 1, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: “were his daughter fairer than she is, she may more suitors have”
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 Act 1, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: “He that has the two fair daughters, is't he you mean”
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 Act 1, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: “For he fears none.”
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 Act 1, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: Cultural Context
Gremio You shall have me assisting you in all. But will you woo this wildcat? Petruchio Will I live? Read more about Act 1, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: Proverbs
Grumio (servant) [Aside] And that, his bags shall prove. Hortensio Gremio, 'tis now no time to vent our love. Listen to me, and if you speak me fair, I'll tell you news indifferent good for either. [Presenting Petruchio] Here is a gentleman whom by chance I met, Upon agreement from us to his liking, Will undertake to woo curst Katherine, Read more about Act 1, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: Dowry
Lucentio-as-Cambio Than you, unless you were a scholar, sir. Gremio O this learning, what a thing it is! Read more about Act 1, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: “Woodcock”
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”