GRUMIO.
I would I were as sure of a good dinner.
Enter Tranio brave, and Biondello.
TRANIO.
Gentlemen, God save you! If I may be bold,
Tell me, I beseech you, which is the readiest way
To the house of Signior Baptista Minola?
BIONDELLO.
He that has the two fair daughters; is’t he you mean?
TRANIO.
Even he, Biondello!
GREMIO.
Hark you, sir, you mean not her to—
TRANIO.
Perhaps him and her, sir; what have you to do?
PETRUCHIO.
Not her that chides, sir, at any hand, I pray.
TRANIO.
I love no chiders, sir. Biondello, let’s away.
LUCENTIO.
[Aside] Well begun, Tranio.