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.”
Petruchio Here, sirrah Grumio, knock, I say. Grumio Knock, sir? Whom should I knock? Is there any man has rebused your worship? Read more about Act 1, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: “Is there any man has ‘rebused’ your worship?”
