Nor can we be diftinguifh'd by our faces, * Keep houfe, and port, and fervants, as I fhould. Some Neapolitan, or meaner man of Pifa. 1 But I will charm him first to keep his tongue. For fo your Father charg'd me at our parting; Because fo well I love Lucentio. Luc. Tranio, be fo; because Lucentio loves ; Enter Biondello. Here comes the rogue. Sirrah, where have you been? Bion. Where have I been? nay, how now, where are you? mafter, has my fellow Tranio ftoll'n your cloaths, or you ftoll'n his, or both? pray, what's the news? Luc. Sirrah, come hither: 'tis no time to jest; Port, is figure, fhow, appearance. You You understand me? Bion. Ay, Sir, ne'er a whit. Luc. And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth; Tranio is chang'd into Lucentio. Bion. The better for him: 'Would, I were so too. Tra. So would I, i'faith, boy, to have the next wish after; that Lucentio, indeed, had Baptifta's youngest daughter. But, firrah, not for my fake, but your master's, I advise you, use your manners difcreetly in all kind of companies when I am alone, why, then I am Tranio; but in all places elfe, your máfter Lucentio. Luc. Tranio, let's go: one thing more refts, that thyfelf execute, to make one among these wooers; if thou ask me why, fufficeth, my reasons are both good and weighty. [Exeunt. SCENE V. Before Hortenfio's Houfe, in Padua.. Pet. V Enter Petruchio, and Grumio. Erona, for a while I take my leave, To fee my friends in Padua; but of all My best beloved and approved friend, Hortenfio; and, I trow, this is the houfe; Here, firrah, Grumio, knock, I fay. Cru. Knock, Sir? whom should I knock? is there any man, has rebus'd your Worfhip? Pet. Villain, I fay, knock me here foundly. That I fhould knock you here, Sir. Pet. Villain, I fay, knock me at this gate, And rap me well; or I'll knock your knave's pate. Gru. My master is grown quarrelfome: Ifhould knock you first, And then I know after, who comes by the worst. Pet. Will it not be? Faith, firrah, an you'll not knock, I'll ring it, [He wrings him by the ears. Gru. Help, mafters, help; my mafter is mad. Pet. Now knock, when i bid you; Sirrah! Villain! Enter Hortenfio. Hor. How now, what's the matter? my old friend Grumis, and my good friend Petruchio! how do you all at Verona ? Pet, Signior Hortenfio, come you to part the fray? Con tutto il Core, ben trovato, may I say. Hor. Alla noftra Cafa ben venuto, molto bonorato Signor mio Petruchio. Rife, Grumio, rife; we will compound this quarrel. Gru. Nay, 'tis no matter, what he, leges in Latin. If this be not a lawful caufe for me to leave his fervice, look you, Sir: he bid me knock him, and rap him foundly, Sir. Well, was it fit for a fervant to use his mafter fo, being, perhaps, for aught I fee, two and thirty, a pip out? Whom, would to God, I had well knock'd at first, Pet. A fenfelefs villain !Good Hortenfio, I bid the rascal knock upon your gate, And could not get him for my heart to do it. Gru. Knock at the gate? O heav'ns! fpake you not these words plain? firrah, knock me here, rap me here, knock me well, and knock me foundly and come you now with knocking at the gate ? Pet. Sirrah, be gone, or talk not, 1 advise you. Pet, Pet. Such wind as fcatters young men through the world, To feek their fortunes farther than at home, s Where small experience grows. But, in a few, And I have thruft myself into this maze, Hor. Petruchio, fhall I then come roundly to thee, Pet. Signior Hortenfio, 'twixt fuch friends as us She moves me not; or not removes, at leaft, As $ Where Small experience grows expreffion which I have never but in a FEW.] This non fenfe fhould be read thus: but in a MEW, Why this should feem nonfenfe, I cannot perceive. In a few means the fame as in fort, in few words. 6 The burthen of a dance is an VOL. III. heard; the burthen of his wooing fong had been more proper. 7 Be fhe as foul as was was Florentius' love. This I suppofe relates to a circumitance in fome Italien novel, and should be read, Florentio's. WARBURTON. 8 Affection's EDGE in ME. ] This man is a ftrange talker. He tells you he wants money only. And, as to affection, he thinks fo little of the matter, that give him but a rich miftrefs, and he will take her though incrufted all C5 Over As are the fwelling Adriatick Seas, Gru. 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, tho' fhe have as many diseases as two and fifty horfes; why, nothing comes amifs, fo money comes withal. Hor. Petruchio, fince we have ftept thus far in, I will continue That I broach'd in jeft. I can, Petruchio, help thee to a wife With wealth enough, and young and beauteous; And fhrewd, and froward, fo beyond all measure, I would not wed her for a Mine of gold. Pet. Hortenfio, peace; thou know'it not gold's effect; Tell me her father's name, and 'tis enough: over with the worst bad qualities of age, uglinefs and ill-manners. Yet, after this, he talks of Affection's edge being fo ftrong in him that nothing can abate it. Some of the old copies indeed, inftead of me read time: this will direct us to the true reading, which I am perfuaded is this, Affection SIEG'D IN COIN, i. e. placed, feated, fixed. This makes him fpeak to the purpofe. that his afiction is all love of money. The expreffion too is 9' |