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You heedlefs jolt-heads, and unmanner'd slaves!
What do you grumble? I'll be with you ftraight.
Cath. I pray you, hufband, be not fo difquiet;
The meat was well, if you were fo contented.
Pet. I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dry'd away.
And I exprefly am forbid to touch it :

For it engenders choler, planteth anger;
And better 'twere, that both of us did faft,
Since, of ourfelves, ourselves are cholerick,
Then feed it with fuch over-rofted flesh:
Be patient, for to-morrow't shall be mended,
And for this night we'll fast for company.

Come, I will bring thee to thy bridal chamber. [Exeunt.
Enter Servants feverally.

Nath. Peter, didft ever feek the like?
Peter. He kills her in her own humour.
Gru. Where is he?

Enter Curtis, a Servant.

Curt. In her chamber, making a fermon of continency to her,

And rails and fwears, and rates: that fhe, poor Soul,
Knows not which way to ftand, to look, to fpeak,
And fits as one new-rifen from a dream.
Away, away, for he is coming hither.

Enter Petruchio.

Pet.. Thus have I politickly begun my reign,
And 'tis my hope to end fuccefsfully:
My faulcon now is fharp, and paffing empty,
And till the stoop, fhe must not be full gorg'd,
For then the never looks upon her lure.
Another way I have to man my haggard,

[Exeunt.

To make her come, and know her keepers' Call:
That is, to watch her, as we watch thefe kites,
That bait and beat, and will not be obedient.
She ate no meat to day, nor none shall eat.
Last night she slept not, nor to night_shall not:

As

As with the meat, fome undeserved fault
I'll find about the making of the bed.

And here I'll fling the pillow, there the bolter,
This way the coverlet, that way the fheets;
Ay; and, amid this hurly, I'll pretend,
That all is done in reverend care of her,
And, in conclufion, fhe fhall watch all night:
And, if she chance to nod, I'll rail and brawl,
And with the clamour keep her ftill awake.
This is a way to kill a wife with kindness ;-
And thus I'll curb her mad and headstrong humour.
He that knows better how to tame a Shrew,
Now let him speak, 'tis charity to fhew.

[Exit.

SCENE, before Baptifta's House.

Enter Tranio and Hortenfio.

TRANIO.

S't poffible, friend Licio, that Bianca (16)
Doth fancy any other but Lucentio ?
I tell you, Sir, fhe bears me fair in hand.

Her.

(16) Is't poffible, friend Licio, &c.] This Scene, Mr. Pope, upon what Authority I cannot pretend to guefs, has in his Editions made the First of the Fifib Act: in doing which, he has fhewn the very Power and Force of Criticism. The Confequence of this judicious Regulation is, that two unpardonable Abfurdities are fix'd upon the Author, which he could not poffibly have committed. For, in the firft Place, by this fhuffling the Scenes out of their true Pofition, we find Hortenfio, in the fourth Act, already gone from Baptifta's to Petruchio's Country-houfe; and afterwards in the beginning of the fifth Act we find him first forming the Refolution of quitting Bianca; and Tranio immediately informs us, he is gone to the Taming School to Petruchio. There is a Figure, indeed, in Rhetorick, call'd, rego węótegova But this is an Abuse of it, which the Rhetoricians will never adopt upon Mr. Pope's Authority. Again, by this Mifplacing,

the

Hor. To fatisfy you, Sir, in what I faid, Stand by, and mark the manner of his teaching.

Enter Bianca and Lucentio.

[They ftand by.

Luc. Now, miftrefs, profit you in what you read? Bian. What, mafter, read you? firft, refolve me that. Luc. I read that I profefs, the art of Love.

Bian. And may you prove, Sir, master of your art! Lac. While you, fweet dear, prove mistress of my heart. [They retire backward. Hor. Quick proceeders! marry! now, tell me, I pray, you that durft fwear that your miftrefs Bianca loved none in the world fo well as Lucentio.

Fra. Defpightful love, unconftant womankind!

I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful.

Hor. Miftake no more, I am not Licio,

Nor a mufician, as I feem to be;

But one that fcorn to live in this disguise
For fuch a one as leaves a gentleman,
And makes a God of fuch a cullion;
Know, Sir, that I am called Hortenfio.

Tra. Signior Hortenfio, I have often heard
Of your entire affection to Bianca ;

And fince mine eyes are witnefs of her lightness,
I will with you, if you be fo contented,
Forfwear Bianca and her love for ever.

Hor. See, how they kifs and court!-Signior Lucentio,

the Pedant makes his first Entrance, and quits the Stage with Franio in order to go and dress himself like Vincentio, whom he was to perfonate: but his fecond Entrance is upon the very Heels of his Exit; and without any Interval of an Aft, or one Word intervening, he comes out again equipped like Vincentio. If fuch a Critick be fit to publifh a Stage-Writer, I fhall not envy Mr. Pope's Admirers, if they fhould think fit to applaud his Sagacity. I have replaced the Scenes in that Order, in which I found them in the old Books.

Here

Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow
Never to woo her more; but to forfwear 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, tho' fhe intreat.

Fy on her fee, how beaftly fhe doth court him.
Hor. 'Would all the world but he, had quite forfworn hert
For me, that I may furely keep mine oath,

I will be married to a wealthy widow,

Ere three days pafs, which has as long lov'd me,
As I have lov'd this proud difdainful haggard.
And so farewel, Signior Lucentio.

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,
Shall win my love: and so I take my leave,
In refolution as I fwore before.

[Exit Hor. Tra. Mistress Bianca, blefs you with fuch grace,

As longeth to a lover's bleffed cafe :

Nay, I have ta'en you napping, gentle love,

And have forfworn you with Hortenfio.

[Lucentio and Bianca come forward.

Bian. Tranio, you jeft: but have you both forfworn me?

Tra. Miftrefs, we have.

Luc. Then we are rid of Licio.

Tra. l'faith, he'll have a lufty widow now,

That fhall be woo'd and wedded in a day.
Bian. God give him joy!

Tra. Ay, and he'll tame her.

Bian. He fays fo, Tranio.

Tra. 'Faith, he's gone unto the Taming school.
Bian. The Taming school? what, is there fuch a place?
Tra. Ay, mistress, and Petruchio is the mafter,

That teacheth tricks eleven and twenty long,
To tame a Shrew, and charm her chattering tongue.

Enter Biondello, running.

Bian. Oh mafter, mater, I have watch'd fo long,

That

That I'm dog-weary; but at laft I fpied (17)
An ancient Engle, going down the hill,
Will ferve the turn.

Tra. What is he, Biondello?

Bion. Matter, a mercantant, or else a pedant;
I know not what; but formal in apparel; (18)
In gaite and countenance furly like a father.
Luc. And what of him, Tranio?

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

[Exeunt Lucentio and Bianca,

Enter a Pedant.

Ped. God fave you, Sir.

Tra. And you,

Travel

(17)

Sir; you are welcome :

you far on, or are you at the fartheft?

but at laft I fpied

An ancient Angel going down the Hill,
Will ferve the turn.]

Tho' all the printed Copies agree in this Reading, I am confident,
that Shakespeare intended no Profanation here; nor indeed any
Compliment to this old Man who was to be impos'd upon, and
made a Property of. The Word I have restored, certainly retrieves
the Author's Meaning and means, either in its first Signification,
a Burdash; (for the Word is of Spanish Extraction, Ingle, which is
equivalent to inguen of the Latins ;) or, in its metaphorical Senfe,
a Gull, a Cully, one fit to be made a Tool of.

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but formal in Apparel ;

In Gate and Countenance furely like a Father.]

I have made bold to read, furly; and furely, I believe, I am right
in doing fo Our Poet always reprefents his Pedants, imperious
and magifterial. Befides, Tranie's Directions to the Pedant for his
Behaviour vouch for my Emendation.

'Tis well; and hold your own in any Cafe,
With fuch Aufterity as longeth to a Father.

C

Ped.

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