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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, not their beauteous looks,
Shall win my love :-and so I take my leave,
In resolution as I swore before.

[Exit HortenS10.-Lucentio and BIANCA

advance. Tra. Mistress Bianca, bless you with such grace, As 'longeth to a lover's blessed case ! Nay, I have ta’en you napping, gentle love ; And have forsworn you, with Hortensio. 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 tamé a shrew, and charm her chattering tongue.

Enter BIONDELLO, running. Bion. O master, master, I have watch'd so long, That I am dog-weary; but at last I spied An ancient angel coming down the hill,

Will serve the turn.

Tra. What is he, Biondello?

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'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.

[Exeunt LUCENTIO and BIANCA,

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 up further; 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 else proclaim'd about.

Ped. Alas, sir, it is worse for me than so;
For I have bills for money by exchange
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, sooth to say, In countenance somewhat doth resemble you.

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

[Aside. Tra. To save your life in this extremity, This favour will I do you for his sake; 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, sir ;—so shall you stay,

Till you have done your business in the city :
If this be courtesy, sir, accept of it.

Ped. O, sir, I do; and will repeat 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 clothe you as becomes you.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.- A Room in Petruchio's House,

Enter KATHARINA and Grumio. Gru. No, no, forsooth; I dare not, for my life. Kath. The more my wrong, the more his spite ap

pears : What, did he marry me to famish 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,Am starv'd for meat, giddy for lack of sleep; With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fed: And that, which spites-me more than all these wants, He does it under name of perfect love; As who should say,—if I should sleep, 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 cholerick a meat : How say you to a fat tripe, finely broild ?

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

Gru. I cannot tell; I fear, 'tis cholerick. What say 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 mus-

tard,
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. Kath. Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding slave,

[Beats him. That feed'st me with the very name of meat : Sorrow on thee, and all the pack of you, That triumph thus upon my misery! Go, get thee gone, I say.

Enter Petruchio with a dish of meat; and HORTEN

SIO. Pet. How fares my Kate ? What, sweeting, all

amort? Hor. Mistress, what cheer ? Kath. ’Faith, as cold as can be.

Pet. Pluck up thy spirits, look cheerfully upon me. Here, love; thou see'st how diligent I am, To dress thy meat myself, and bring it thee:

[Sets the dish on a table. I am sure, sweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks. What, not a word ? Nay then, thou lov'st it not; And all my pains is sorted to no proof :Here, take away this dish.

Kath. 'Pray you, let it stand.

Pet. The poorest service is repaid with thanks; And so shall mine, before you touch the meat,

Kath. I thank you, sir.

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