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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 fo well as Lucentio.

Tra. O defpightful love! unconftant womankind!

I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful.

Hor. Miftake no more: I am not Licio,
Nor a musician, 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:

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Know, fir, that I am call'd-Hortenfio.

Tra. Signior Hortenfio, I have often heard

Of your entire affection to Bianca;

And fince mine eyes are witness 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,

Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow

Never to woo her more; but do 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, though fhe would intreat : Fye on her! fee, how beaftly fhe doth court him.

Hor. 'Would all the world, but he, had quite forfworn

her!

For me, that I may furely 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 fentiments of the fcene before you. w cullion:]-fcoundrel.

Ere

Ere three days pafs; which hath as long lov'd me,
As I have lov'd this proud disdainful haggard :
And fo farewel, fignior 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 Hortenfio. 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. Mistress, we have.

Luc. Then we are rid of Licio.

Tra. I'faith, he'll have a lufty 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 fays fo, Tranio.

Tra. 'Faith he is gone unto the taming school.

Bian. The taming fchool! what, is there fuch a place? Tra. Ay, mistress, and Petruchio is the mafter; That teacheth tricks * eleven and twenty long,To tame a fhrew, and charm her chattering tongue.

Enter Biondello, running.

Bion. Oh mafter, mafter, I have watch'd fo long

That I'm dog-weary; but at last I fpied

An ancient angel coming down the hill,

Will ferve 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, ftill.

2 dog-weary ;]-quite jaded, tired out.

angel]-fo Biondello, in his tranfport, ftiles him. VOL. II.

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Bion.

Bion. Mafter, a mercatantè, or a pedant,
I know not what; but formal in apparel,
In gait and countenance furely like a father.
Luc. And what of him, Tranio?

Tra. If he be credulous, and truft my tale,
I'll make him glad to feem Vincentio ;
And give 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, fir!

Tra. And you, fir! you are welcome.

Travel you far on, or are you at the fartheft?
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, fir ?-marry, God forbid !

And come to Padua, careless of your life?

Ped. My life, fir! how, I pray? for that goes hard.
Tra. 'Tis death for any one in Mantua

To come to Padua; Know you not the caufe?
Your fhips 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're but newly come,
You might have heard it elfe proclaim'd about.

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

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

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From Florence, and muft here deliver them.

Tra. Well, fir, 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, fir, 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, fir; and, footh to fay,

In countenance fomewhat doth resemble you.

Bion. As much as an apple doth an oyster, and all one.

Tra. To fave your life in this extremity,

[Afide.

This favour will I do you for his fake;

And think it not the worst of all your fortunes,
That you are like to fir 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 should;
You understand me, fir;-so fhall you stay
'Till you have done your business in the city :
If this be courtesy, fir, 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 affurance of a dower in marriage
'Twixt me and one Baptifta's daughter here:
In all these circumftances I'll instruct you:

Go with me, fir, to cloath you as becomes you. [Exeunt.

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pass affurance]-make a conveyance.

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Gru. No, no, forfooth; I dare not for my life.

Kath. The more my wrong, the more his fpite appears: What, did he marry me to famish me?

Beggars, that come unto my father's door
Upon entreaty, have a prefent alms;

If not, elsewhere they meet with charity:
But I,-who never knew how to entreat,
Nor never needed that I fhould entreat,-
Am ftarv'd for meat, giddy for lack of fleep;
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 fhould fay,-if I fhould fleep, or eat,
'Twere deadly fickness, or else present death.-
I pr'ythee go, and get me fome repast;
I care not what, fo it be wholesome food.
Gru. What fay you to a neat's foot?

Kath. 'Tis paffing good; I pr'ythee, 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 'tis 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 fhall 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.