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And thus P'll curb her mad and headstrong humonr:-
He that knows better how to tame a shrew,
Now let him speak; 'tis charity, to show. (Exit.


Padua. Before Baptista's House.

Tra., Is't possible, friend Licio, that Bianca
Doch fancy any other but Lucentio ?
I tell you, Sir, she bears me fair in hand.

Hor.. Sir, to satisfy you in what I have said,
Stand by, aud mark the manner of his teaching.

[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,
Nor a mansician, as I seem to be;
But one thai scorn to live in this disguise,
for such a one as leaves a gentleman,
And makes a god of such a cullioa:
Know, Sir, that I am callid - Hortensio.

Tra. Signior Huricnsio, I have often heara
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 conrt! Signior

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

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.


Tra. Mistress Bianca, bless you with such grace
As 'longeth to a lover's blessed case!
Nay, I have ta'en yon napping, gentle love;
And have forsworn you, with Hortensio.
Bian. Tranio, you jest; 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 lnsty widow now,
That shall be woo'd and wedded in a day.
Bian. God give him joy!
Tra. Ay, and he'll tame her.

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.
Bio O Master, Master, I have watch'd so long
That I'm dog -weary; but at last 1 spied
An ancient angel coming down the hill,
Will serve the turn.

Tra. What is he, Biondello ?
Bion. Master, a mercatanté, or a pedant,
I know not what; but formal in apparel,
Jn gait aud countenance 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 assurance to Baptista Minola,
As if he were the right Vincentio.
Take in your love, and then let me alone.


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

Tra. And you, Sir! you are welcome.
Travel you far on, or are you at the furthest?

Ped. Sir, at the furthest for a week or two:
But then np further; and as far as Romc;
And so to l'ripoly, if God lend 2nc life.

Tra.. What couniryman, I pray?
Ped. Of Mautta.
Tra. Of Mantuia, Sir? marry,

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 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;
For I have bills for money by exchange
I'rom Florence, and must here deliver them.

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

Ped. Ay, Sir, in Pisa haye I often been;
Pisa, renowned for grave citizens.

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.

all one.

This, by the way, I let you inderstand; ~
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 clothe you as becomes you.



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

appcars :
What, did he marry me to famish mc ?
Beggars, that come into my father's door,
Upon entreaty, have a present alms ;
If not, elsewhere they meet with charity:
Bit I, - who ncver knew how to entrcat,
Nor never needed that I should entrcat,
Am starv'd for meat, giddy for lack of sleep;
With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fcd:
And that which spites ne more than all these wants,
He does it under name of perfect love;
As who should say, if I should sleep, or çat,
'Twere deadly sickness, or else present death,
I prylhee go, and get me some repast;
I care not what, so it be wholesome food.

Gru. What say yon to a neat's foot ?'
Kath. 'Tis passing good; I prythee let me have it.

Grt. I fear, it is too cholerick a meat:
How say you to a fat tripe, finely broil'a ?

Kath. i like it vell; gved Grumin, fetch it wc. VOL. VI.

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