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And makes a God of such a cullion

; Know, Sir, that I am callid Hortenso.

Tra. Signior Hortensio, I have often heard
Of
your

entire affection to Bianca;
And since mine eyes are witness of her lightness,
I will with you, if you be so contented,
Forswear Bianca and her love for ever.
Hor. See, how they kiss and court! Signior

Lucentio,
Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow
Never co woo her more ; but do forswear her,
As one unworthy all the former favours,
That I have fondly flatter'd her withal.

Tra. And here I take the like unfeigned oath,
Never to marry her, cho' she intreat.
Fie on her! see, how beastly she doch court him.
Hor. 'Would all the World, but he, had quite for-

fworn her!
For me, that I may surely keep mine oath,
I will be married to a wealthy widow,
Ere three days pass, which has as long lov'd me,
As I have lov'd this proud disdainful haggard.
And so farewel, Signior Lucentio.
Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,
Shall win my love: and so I take my leave,
In resolution as I swore before.

[Exit Hor. Tra. Mistress Bianca, bless

you
with such

grace,
As longeth to a lover's blessed case :
Nay, I have ta’en you napping, gentle Love,
And have forsworn you with Hortenfio.

[Lucentio and Bianca come forward.
Bian. Tranio, you jeft: but have you both for.

sworn me? Tra. Mistress, we have. Luc. Then we are rid of Licio.

Tra. I'faith, he'll have a lufty widow now, That shall be woo'd and wedded in a day.

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Bian. God give him joy!
Tra. Ay, and he'll tame her.
Bian. He says so, Tranio.
Tra. 'Faith, he's gone into the Taming school.
Bian. The Taming school? what, is there fuch a

place?
Tra. Ay, mistress, and Petruchio is the master;
That teacherh tricks eleven and twenty long,
To tame a Shrew, and charm her chattering tongue.

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S с E N E V.

Enter Biondello, running.
Bion. Oh master, master, I have watch'd so long,
That I'm dog-weary; but at last I spied
An ancient (a) Engle, going down the hill,
Will serve the turn.

Tra. What is he, Biondello?

Bion. Master, a mercantant, or else a pedant;
I know not what; but formal in apparel ;
In gate and countenance s surely like a father.

Luc. And what of him, Tranio?

Tra. If he be credulous, and trust my tale,
I'll make him glad to seem Vincentio,
And give him assurance to Baptista Minola,
As if he were the right Vincentio:
Take in your love, and then let me alone.

[Exeunt Luc. and Bian.

Enter a Pedant.
Ped. God save you, Sir.

Tra. And you, Sir; you are welcome:
Travel you far on, or are you at the farthest?

5 - Surely like a father.] I know not what he is, says the
speaker, however this is certain, he has the gate and countenance
of a fatherly man.
[ (a) Engle. Mr. Theobald. --- Vulg. Angel. ]

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Ped. Sir, at the farthest for a week or two:
But then up farther, and as far as Reme;
And so to Tripoly, if God lend me life.

Tra. What countryman, I pray!
Ped. Of Mantua.

Tra. Of Mantua, Sir? God forbid !
And come to Padua, careless of

your

Life?
Ped. My life, Sir! how, I pray? for that goes hard.

Tra. 'Tis death for any one in Mantua
To come to Padua ; know you not the cause !
Your ships are staid at Venice, and the Duke,
(For private quarrel 'cwixt your Duke and him,)
Hath publish'd and proclaim'd it openly:
'Tis marvel, but that you're but newly come,
You might have heard it else proclaim'd about.

Ped. Alas, Sir; it is worse for me than so;
For I have bills for mony by exchange
From Florence, and must here deliver them.

Tra. Well, Sir, to do you courtesie,
This will I do, and this will I advise you;
First, tell me, have you ever been at Pisa?

Ped. Ay, Sir, in Pisa have I often been;
Pisa, renowned for grave citizens.
Tra. Among them know you one Vincentio ?

Ped. I know him not, but I have heard of him ;
A merchant of incomparable wealth.

Tra, He is my father, Sir; and, footh to say,
In count'nance somewhat doth resemble you.
Bion. As much as an apple doth an oyster, and all

[Afrde.
Tra. To save your life in this extremity,
This favour will I do you for his fake;
And think it not the worst of all your fortunes,
That you are like to Sir Vincen'io:
His name and credit shall you undertake,
And in my house you shall be friendly lodg'd:
Look, that you take upon You as you should.
You understand me, Sir: fo shall you stay,

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'Till you have done your business in the city.
If this be court'sie, Sir, accept of it.

Ped. Oh, Sir, I do; and will repute you ever
The Patron of my life and liberty.

Tra. Then go with me to make the matter good :
This by the way I let you understand,
My father is here look'd for every day,
To pass assurance of a dower in marriage
'Twixt me and one Baptista's daughter here :
In all these Circumstances I'll instruct you:
Go with Me, Sir, to cloath you as becomes you.

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Enter Catharina and Grumio.
Gru. No, no, forsooth, I dare not for my life.
Cath. The more my wrong, the more his spite

appears:
What, did he marry me to famish me?
Beggars, that come unto my father's door,
Upon intreaty, have a prefent alms;
If not, elsewhere they meet with charity:
But I, who never knew how to intreat,
Nor never needed that I should intreat,
Am starv'd for meat, giddy for lack of neep;
With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fed ;
And that, which fpites me more than all these wants,
He does it under name of perfect love:
As who would say, if I should neep or eat
'Twere deadly sickness, or else present death :
I pr’ythee go, and get me some repast;
I care not what, so it be wholesome food.

Gru. What say you to a near's foot?
Catb. 'Tis paffing good; I proythee, let me have it.

Gru. I fear, it is too flegmatick a meat:
How say you to a fat tripe finely broild ?

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Cath. I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me.

Gru. I cannot tell ;-I fear, it's cholerick:
What say you to a piece of beef and mustard ?

Catb. A dish, that I do love to feed upon.
Gru. Ay, but the mustard is too hot a little.
Cath. Why, then the beef, and let the mustard

rest. Gru. Nay, then I will not; you shall have the

mustard, Or else you get no beef of Grumio.

Cath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt. Gru. Why, then the mustard without the beef. Cath. Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding Nave,

[Beats bim. That feed’st me with the very name of meat ; Sorrow on thee, and all the pack of you, That triumph thus upon my misery! Go, get thee gone, I say.

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Enter Petruchio and Hortenfio, with meat. Pet. How fares my Kate? what, Sweeting, all

amort?

Hor. Mistress, what cheer?
Cath. 'Faith, as cold as can be,

Pet. Pluck up thy spirits; look cheerfully upon me;
Here, love, thou seest how diligent I am,
To dress thy meat myself, and bring it thee:
I'm sure, sweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks.
What, not a word? nay then, thou lov'st it not:
And all my pains is forted to no proof,
Here, take away the dish.

Cath. I pray you, let it stand.

Pet. The poorest service is repaid with thanks, And so shall mine, before you touch the meat. Cath. I thank you, Sir.

Hor.

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