_Tra._ Pardon me, sir, the boldness is mine own; That, being a stranger in this city here, Do make myself a suitor to your daughter, Unto Bianca, fair and virtuous. 90 Nor is your firm resolve unknown to me, In the preferment of the eldest sister. This liberty is all that I request, That, upon knowledge of my parentage, I may have welcome 'mongst the rest that woo 95 And free access and favour as the rest: And, toward the education of your daughters, I here bestow a simple instrument, And this small packet of Greek and Latin books: If you accept them, then their worth is great. 100 _Bap._ Lucentio is your name; of whence, I pray? _Tra._ Of Pisa, sir; son to Vincentio. _Bap._ A mighty man of Pisa; by report I know him well: you are very welcome, sir. Take you the lute, and you the set of books; 105 You shall go see your pupils presently. Holla, within! _Enter a_ Servant. Sirrah, lead these gentlemen To my daughters; and tell them both, These are their tutors: bid them use them well. [_Exit Servant, with Luc. and Hor., Bio. following._ We will go walk a little in the orchard, 110 And then to dinner. You are passing welcome, And so I pray you all to think yourselves. _Pet._ Signior Baptista, my business asketh haste, And every day I cannot come to woo. You knew my father well, and in him me, 115 Left solely heir to all his lands and goods, Which I have better'd rather than decreased: Then tell me, if I get your daughter's love, What dowry shall I have with her to wife? _Bap._ After my death the one half of my lands, 120 And in possession twenty thousand crowns. _Pet._ And, for that dowry, I 'll assure her of Her widowhood, be it that she survive me, In all my lands and leases whatsoever: Let specialties be therefore drawn between us, 125 That covenants may be kept on either hand. _Bap._ Ay, when the special thing is well obtain'd, That is, her love; for that is all in all. _Pet._ Why, that is nothing; for I tell you, father, I am as peremptory as she proud-minded; 130 And where two raging fires meet together They do consume the thing that feeds their fury: Though little fire grows great with little wind, Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all: So I to her and so she yields to me; 135 For I am rough and woo not like a babe. _Bap._ Well mayst thou woo, and happy be thy speed! But be thou arm'd for some unhappy words. _Pet._ Ay, to the proof; as mountains are for winds, That shake not, though they blow perpetually. 140