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HORTENSIO. Peace, Grumio! ' tis the rival of my love. Petruchio, stand by awhile.
GRUMIO. A proper stripling, and an amorous!
GREMIO. O! very well; I have perus ' d the note. Hark you, sir; I ' ll have them very fairly bound: All books of love, see that at any hand, And see you read no other lectures to her. You understand me. Over and beside Signior Baptista ' s liberality, I ' ll mend it with a largess. Take your papers too, And let me have them very well perfum ' d; For she is sweeter than perfume itself To whom they go to. What will you read to her?
LUCENTIO. Whate ' er I read to her, I ' ll plead for you, As for my patron, stand you so assur ' d, As firmly as yourself were still in place; Yea, and perhaps with more successful words Than you, unless you were a scholar, sir.
GREMIO. O! this learning, what a thing it is. GRUMIO. O! this woodcock, what an ass it is. PETRUCHIO. Peace, sirrah! HORTENSIO. Grumio, mum! God save you, Signior Gremio!
GREMIO. And you are well met, Signior Hortensio. Trow you whither I am going? To Baptista Minola. I promis ' d to enquire carefully About a schoolmaster for the fair Bianca; And by good fortune I have lighted well On this young man; for learning and behaviour Fit for her turn, well read in poetry And other books, good ones, I warrant ye.
HORTENSIO. ' Tis well; and I have met a gentleman Hath promis ' d me to help me to another, A fine musician to instruct our mistress: So shall I no whit be behind in duty To fair Bianca, so belov ' d of me.
GREMIO. Belov ' d of me, and that my deeds shall prove.