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If we could hear Petruchio's thoughts:

      HORTENSIO
 45   Petruchio, patience; I am Grumio's pledge:
 46   Why, this' a heavy chance 'twixt him and you,
 47   Your ancient, trusty, pleasant servant Grumio.
 48   And tell me now, sweet friend, what happy gale
 49   Blows you to Padua here from old Verona?


      PETRUCHIO
 50   Such wind as scatters young men through the world,
 51   To seek their fortunes farther than at home
 52   Where small experience grows. But in a few,
 53   Signior Hortensio, thus it stands with me:
 54   Antonio, my father, is deceased;
 55   And I have thrust myself into this maze,
 56   Happily to wive and thrive as best I may:
 57   Crowns in my purse I have and goods at home,
 58   And so am come abroad to see the world.

      HORTENSIO
 59   Petruchio, shall I then come roundly to thee
 60   And wish thee to a shrewd ill-favor'd wife?
 61   Thou'ldst thank me but a little for my counsel:
 62   And yet I'll promise thee she shall be rich
 63   And very rich: but thou'rt too much my friend,
 64   And I'll not wish thee to her.

      PETRUCHIO
 65   Signior Hortensio, 'twixt such friends as we
 66   Few words suffice; and therefore, if thou know
 67   One rich enough to be Petruchio's wife,
 68   As wealth is burden of my wooing dance,
 69   Be she as foul as was Florentius' love,
 70   As old as Sibyl and as curst and shrowd
 71   As Socrates' Xanthippe, or a worse,
 72   She moves me not, or not removes, at least,
 73   Affection's edge in me, were she as rough
 74   As are the swelling Adriatic seas:
 75   I come to wive it wealthily in Padua;
 76   If wealthily, then happily in Padua.


      GRUMIO
 77   Nay, look you, sir, he tells you flatly what his
 78   mind is: Why give him gold enough and marry him to
 79   a puppet or an aglet-baby; or an old trot with ne'er
 80   a tooth in her head, though she have as many diseases
 81   as two and fifty horses: why, nothing comes amiss,
 82   so money comes withal.


      HORTENSIO
 83   Petruchio, since we are stepp'd thus far in,
 84   I will continue that I broach'd in jest.
 85   I can, Petruchio, help thee to a wife
 86   With wealth enough and young and beauteous,
 87   Brought up as best becomes a gentlewoman:
 88   Her only fault, and that is faults enough,
 89   Is that she is intolerable curst
 90   And shrewd and froward, so beyond all measure
 91   That, were my state far worser than it is,
 92   I would not wed her for a mine of gold.

      PETRUCHIO
 93   Hortensio, peace! thou know'st not gold's effect:
 94   Tell me her father's name and 'tis enough;
 95   For I will board her, though she chide as loud
 96   As thunder when the clouds in autumn crack.