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SCENE I 1.
Padua. Before Baptista's House.
Enter TRANIO and HORTENSIO.
Hor.. Sir, to satisfy you in what I have said,
[They stand aside.
Enter BIANCA and LỤCENTIO. Luc. Now, Mistress, profit you in what you read! Bian. What, Master, read you? first, resolve me that. Luc. I read that I profess, the art to love. Bian.; And may you prove, Sir, master of your art! Luc. While yoli, sweet dear, prove mistress of my
heard. (They retire. Hor. Quick proceeders, marry! Now, tell me, I pray, You that dursi swear that your mistress Bianca Lov'd none in the world so well as Lucentio.
Tra. O despiteful love! unconstant womankind! I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful.
Hor. Mistake no more: I am not Licio,
Tra. Signior Huricnsio, I have often heara
And since mine eyes are witness of her lightness,
Tra. And here I take the like unfeigned oatli; Ne'er to marry with her though she would entreat: Fie on her! see, how beastly she doth court him. Hör. 'Would, all the world, but he, had quite
forsworni! For me, -' that I may surely keep mine oath, I will be married to a wealthy widow, Ere three days pass; which hath as long lov'd me, As I have lov'd this proud disdainful haggard : And so farewell, Signior Lucentio, Kindness in women, ziot their beairteons looks, Shall win my love: and so I take my leave, In resolution as swore before.
[Exit HORTENSIO. LUCENTIo and BIANCA
Sworn me ?
Tra. I'faith, he'll have a lnsty widow now,
Bian. He says $0,
Tranio. Tra. 'Faith, he is gone into the taming-school. Bian. The taming-school! what, is there such a
place? Tra. Ay, Mistress, and Petruchio is the master; That teacheth tricks eleven and twenty long, To tame a shrew, and charm her chattering tongue,
Enter BIONDELLO, running.
Tra. What is he, Biondello ?
Tra. If he be credulous, and trust my tale,
[Exeunt LUCENTIO and BIANCA.
Enter a Pedant. Ped. God save you, Sir!
Tra. And you, Sir! you are welcome.
Ped. Sir, at the furthest for a week or two:
Tra.. What couniryman, I pray?
Ped. My life, Sir! how I pray? for that goes hard.
Tra. 'Tis death for any one in Vantua To come to Pidua; Know yor not the cause ? Your ships are staid at Venice; and the Duke (For private quarrel'twixt your Duke and him,) Hath publish'd and prociam'd it openly: 'Tis marvel; but that you're but nevly come, You might have heard it else proclaim'd about.
l'ed. Alas, Sir, it is worse for me than so;
Tra. Well, Sir, to do you courtesy,
Ped. Ay, Sir, in Pisa haye I often been;
Tra. Amoug 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, sooth to say, In countenance somewhat doch resemble yon. Bion. As much as an apple doth an Oyster, ånü
[Asiile Tra. To save your life in his extremity, This favour'wiil I do you for his sake; And think it not the worst of all your fortunes, That you are like to Sir Vin entio. 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; – so shall your stay Till you have done your business in the city: If this be courtesy, Sir, accept of it.
Ped. 0, Sir, I do; and will repute you cver The patron of my life and liberiy. Tra. Then go with me, to make the matter good.
This, by the way, I let you inderstand; ~
1 Room in Petruchio's House Inter KATHARINA' And Gnuário.
Gru. No, no, forfooth; I dare not, for my life. Kath. The more my wrong, the more his spite
Gru. What say yon to a neat's foot ?'
Grt. I fear, it is too cholerick a meat:
Kath. i like it vell; gved Grumin, fetch it wc. VOL. VI.