GREMIO Good morrow, neighbour Baptista.
BAPTISTA Good morrow, neighbour Gremio.
PETRUCHIO And you, good sir! Pray, have you not a daughter Call'd Katharina, fair and virtuous?
BAPTISTA I have a daughter, sir, called Katharina.
PETRUCHIO : I am a gentleman of Verona, sir,
That, hearing of her beauty and her wit,
Her affability and bashful modesty, Her wondrous qualities and mild behavior,
Am bold to show myself a forward guest Within your house, to make mine eye the witness
Of that report which I so oft have heard. And, for an entrance to my entertainment,
I do present you with a man of mine, Presenting HORTENSIO
Cunning in music and the mathematics, To instruct her fully in those sciences,
Whereof I know she is not ignorant: Accept of him, or else you do me wrong:
His name is Licio, born in Mantua.
BAPTISTA You're welcome, sir; and he, for your good sake.
But for my daughter Katharina, this I know, She is not for your turn, the more my grief.