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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?

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.    

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?

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,

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,

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.

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.

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.        

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