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Bian. And may you prove, fir, master of your art !
Luc. While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of my heart.

[They retire backward.
Hor. "Marry, quick proceeders ! Tell me now, I pray,
You that durft swear your mistress Bianca
Lov'd none in the world so well as Lucentio.

Tra. O despightful love ! unconstant womankind !
I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful.
1 Hor. Mistake no more : I am not Licio,
Nor a musician, as I seem to be ;
But one that scorn to live in this disguise,
For such a one as leaves a gentleman,
And makes a god of such a "cullion :
Know, fir, that I am call'd-Hortensio.

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 to 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, though she would intreat :
Fye on her! fee, how beastly she doth court him.
Hor. 'Would all the world, but he, had quite forsworn

her! For me,—that I may surely keep mine oath, I will be marry'd to a wealthy widow,

"Marry, quick proceeders! ]—They have made a rapid progress, trul;; they have foon taken their degrees in that line ; and now tell me your sentiments of the scene before you.

W cullion :]-[coundrel.


Ere three days pass ; which hath 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 Hortenso.
Tra. Mistress Bianca, bless you with such grace
As 'longech to a lover's blessed case !
Nay, I have ta’en you napping, gentle love;
And have forsworn you, with Hortensio.

[Lucentio and Bianca come forward. Bian. Tranio, you jest; But have you both forsworn me? Tra. Mistress, we have. Luc. Then we are rid of Licio.

Tra. I'faith, he'll have a lusty 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 so, Tranio.
Tra. 'Faith he is gone unto 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 congue.

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

Tra. What is he, Biondello?

* eleven and twenty long, ]-as good as any at the game of “ One and thirty."

y charm]-stop, still, z dog-weary;]--quite jaded, tired out.

angel]-[o Biondello, in his transport, files him. VOL. II,


Bion. Master, "a mercatantè, or a pedant,
I know not what ; but formal in apparel,
In gait and countenance surely like a father.

Luc. And what of him, Tranio ?

Tra. If he be credulous, and trust my tale,
I'}l 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.

[Exeunt Lucentio, and Bianca.

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

Tra. And you, fir! you are welcome. Travel you far on, or are you at the farthest ?

Ped. Sir, at the farthest for a week or two :
But then up farther; and as far as Rome ;
And so 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 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 'twixt 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 elfe proclaim'd about.

Ped. Alas, sir, it is worse for me than fo; For I have bills for money by exchange

ba mercatantè, or a pedant, ]-a merchant, or a teacher of languages. surely like a father. ]-he cuts a very fatherly figure.

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From 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 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 countenance somewhat doth reseinble you. Bion. As much as an apple doth an oyster, and all one.

[ Afide. 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 Vincentio. 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, fir ;-so shall you stay 'Till you have done your business in the city : If this be courtesy, sir, accept of it.

Ped. Oh, fir, 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. [Exeunt. .

o pass assurance]—make a conveyance.
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S c E N E III.

Enter Katharine, and Grumio.
Gru. No, no, forsooth; I dare not for my life.

Kath. The more my wrong, the more his fpite appears :
What, did he marry me to familh me?
Beggars, that come unto my father's door
Upon entreaty, have a present alms;
If not, elsewhere they meet with charity :
But I,—who never knew how to entreat,
Nor never needed that I should entreat,
Am ftarv'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 should 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 neat's foot ?
Kath. 'Tis passing good; I pr'ythee, let me have it.

Gru. I fear, it is too phlegmatick a meat: How say you to a far tripe, finely broil'd ?

Kath. I like it well; good Grumio, ferch it me.

Gru. I cannot tell ; I fear 'tis cholerick.
What fay you to a piece of beef, and mustard ?

Kath. A dish that I do love to feed upon.
Gru. Ay, but the mustard is too hot a little.
Kath. 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.

Kath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt.
Gru. Why, then the mustard without the beef.


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