Ped. Sir, at the fartheft for a Week or two;
But then up farther, and as far as Rome;
And fo to Tripoly, if God lend me Life.
Tra. What Countryman, I pray?
Ped. Of Mantua.
Tra. Of Mantua, Sir; marry God forbid;
And come to Padua, careless of your Life?
Ped. My Life, Sir! how, I pray? for that
Tra. 'Tis Death for any one in Mantua
To come to Padua; know you not the Caufe?
Your Ships are ftaid at Venice, and the Duke,
For private Quarrel 'twixt your Duke and him,
Hath publish'd and proclaim'd it openly:
'Tis marvel, but that you are but newly come,
You might have heard it elfe proclaim'd about.
Ped. Alas, Sir, it is worfe for me than fo;
For I have Bills for Mony by Exchange
From Florence, and muft here deliver them.
Tra. Well, Sir, to do you Courtefie,
This will I do, and this I will advise you;
Firft tell me, have you ever been at Pisa?
Ped. Ay, Sir, in Pifa have I often been;
Pifa 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 fomewhat doth resemble you.
Bion. As much as an Apple doth an Oyfter, and all one.
Tra. To fave 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 Vincentio :
His Name and Credit fhall you undertake,
And in my House you shall be friendly Lodg'd;
Look that you take upon you as you fhould.
You understand me, Sir: So fhall you stay
'Till you have done your Bufinefs in the City.
If this be Court'fie, 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 pafs affurance of a Dowry in Marriage
'Twixt me and one Baptifta's Daughter here:
In all thefe Circumftances I'll inftru&t you :
Go with me, Sir, to cloath you as becomes you. [Exeunt.
Enter Katharina and Grumio.
O, no, Forsooth, I dare not for my Life.
Kath. The more my Wrong; the more his
What, did he marry me to famifh me?
Beggars that come unto my Father's Door,
Upon intreaty, have a prefent Alms;
If not, elsewhere they meet with prefent Charity:
But I, who never knew how to intreat,
Nor never needed, that I fhould intreat,
Am ftarv'd for Meat, giddy for lack of Sleep;
With Oaths kept waking, and with Brawling fed;
And that which spights me more than all these Wants,
He does it under name of perfect Love:
As who would fay, if I fhould fleep or eat
'Twere deadly Sickness, or else prefent Death:
I prethee go, and get me fome Repast;
I care not what, fo it be wholfome Food.
Gru. What fay you to a Neat's Foot?
Kath. 'Tis paffing good; I prethee let me have it.
Gru. I fear it is too Phlegmatick a Meat:
How fay you to a fat Tripe finely broil'd?
Kath. I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me.
Gru. I cannot tell, I fear it is Cholerick:
What fay you to a piece of Beef and Mustard?
Kath. A Difh that I do love to feed upon.
Gru. Ay, but the Muftard is too hot a little.
Kath. Why then the Beef, and let the Muftard rest.
Gru. Nay then I will not; you shall have the Mustard,
Or else you get no Beef of Grumio.
Kath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt.
Gru. Why then the Muftard without the Beef.
Kath. Go, get thee gone, thou falfe deluding Slave,
That feed'st me with the very name of Meat:
Sorrow on thee, and all the pack of you
That triumph thus upon my Mifery.
Go, get thee gone, I fay.
Enter Petruchio and Hortenfio with Meat.
Pet. How fares my Kate? What,. Sweeting, all amort? Hor. Miftrefs, what cheer?
Kath. 'Faith as cold as can be.
Pet. Pluck up thy Spirits; look cheerfully upon me;
Here Love, thou feeft how diligent I am,
To drefs thy Meat my felf, and bring it thee:
I am fure, fweet Kate, this Kindness merits Thanks.
What, not a word? Nay then, thou lov❜ft it not:
And all my Pains is forted to no proof.
Here take away the Dish.
Kath. I pray you let it stand.
Pet. The pooreft Service is repaid with Thanks,
And fo fhall mine before you touch the Meat.
Kath. I thank you, Sir.
Hor. Signior Petruchio, fie, you are too blame :
Come, Miftrefs Kate, I'll bear you Company.
Pet. Eat it up all, Hortenfio, if thou loveft me,
Much good do it unto thy gentle Heart;
Kate, eat apace. And now my honey Love,
Will we return unto thy Father's House,
And Revel it as bravely as the best,
With filken Coats, and Caps, and golden Rings,
With Ruffs, and Cuffs, and Fardingals, and things:
With Scarfs, and Fans, and double change of Brav'ry,
With Amber Bracelets, Beads and all this Knav'ry.
What, haft thou Din'd? The Taylor ftays thy leifure,
To deck thy Body with his ruffling Treasure.
Come, Taylor, let us fee thefe Ornaments.
Lay forth the Gown. What News with you, Sir?
Hab. Here is the Cap your Worship did bespeak.
VOL. II.
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