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Flies after Bianca.

Bap.

What, in my sight? Bianca, get thee in.

Exit [Bianca].

Kath.

What, will you not suffer me? Nay, now I see

She is your treasure, she must have a husband;

I must dance barefoot on her wedding-day,

And for your love to her lead apes in hell.

Talk not to me, I will go sit and weep,

Till I can find occasion of revenge.

Exit.

Bap.

Was ever gentleman thus griev’d as I?

But who comes here?

Enter Gremio, Lucentio in the habit of a mean man, Petruchio with [Hortensio as a musician, and] Tranio [as Lucentio] with his boy [Biondello] bearing a lute and books.

Gre. Good morrow, neighbor Baptista.

Bap. Good morrow, neighbor Gremio. God save you, gentlemen!

Pet.

And you, good sir! Pray have you not a daughter

Call’d Katherina, fair and virtuous?

Bap.

I have a daughter, sir, call’d Katherina.

Gre.

You are too blunt, go to it orderly.

Pet.

You wrong me, Signior Gremio, give me leave.

I am a gentleman of Verona, sir,

That hearing of her beauty and her wit,

Her affability and bashful modesty,