_Gru._ Help, masters, help! my master is mad.
_Pet._ Now, knock when I bid you, sirrah villain!
_Hor._ How now! what's the matter? My old friend Grumio! 20 and my good friend Petruchio! How do you all at Verona?
_Pet._ Signior Hortensio, come you to part the fray? 'Con tutto il core ben trovato,' may I say.
_Hor._ 'Alla nostra casa ben venuto, molto honorato 25 signor mio Petrucio.' Rise, Grumio, rise: we will compound this quarrel.
_Gru._ 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: 30 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 knock'd at first, Then had not Grumio come by the worst.
_Pet._ A senseless villain! Good Hortensio, 35 I bade the rascal knock upon your gate And could not get him for my heart to do it.
_Gru._ Knock at the gate! O heavens! Spake you not these words plain, 'Sirrah, knock me here, rap me here, knock me well, and knock me soundly'? And come you 40 now with, 'knocking at the gate'?
_Pet._ Sirrah, be gone, or talk not, I advise you.
_Hor._ Petruchio, patience; I am Grumio's pledge: Why, this's a heavy chance 'twixt him and you, Your ancient, trusty, pleasant servant Grumio. 45 And tell me now, sweet friend, what happy gale Blows you to Padua here from old Verona?
_Pet._ 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, 50 Signior Hortensio, thus it stands with me: Antonio, my father, is deceased; And I have thrust myself into this maze, Haply to wive and thrive as best I may: Crowns in my purse I have and goods at home 55 And so am come abroad to see the world.
_Hor._ Petruchio, shall I then come roundly to thee And wish thee to a shrewd ill-favour'd wife? Thou'ldst thank me but a little for my counsel: And yet I'll promise thee she shall be rich 60 And very rich: but thou'rt too much my friend, And I'll not wish thee to her.
_Pet._ Signior Hortensio, 'twixt such friends as we Few words suffice; and therefore, if thou know One rich enough to be Petruchio's wife, 65 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, 70 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.