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Ere three days pass; which hath as long lov'd me,
[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,
Bian. God give him joy.
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,
Luc. And what of him, Tranio ?
Tra. If he be credulous, and trust my tale,
[Exeunt LUCENTIO and BIANCA,
Enter a Pedant. Ped. God save you, sir !
Tra. And you, sir! you are welcome.
Ped. Sir, at the furthest for a week or two :
Tra. What countryman, I pray?
Tra. Of Mantua, sir ?-marry, God forbid !
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;
Tra. Well, sir, to do you courtesy,
Ped. Ay, sir, in Pisa have I often been;
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 :
Ped. O, sir, I do; and will repeat you ever
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:
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. 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.