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And thus P'll curb her mad and headstrong humour:-
Padya. Before Baptista's House.
Enter TRANIO and HORTENSIO.
Hor. , Sir, to satisfy you in what I have said,
[They stand aside.
Enter BIANCA and LỤCENTIO. Luc. Now, Mistress, profit you in what you read ? Bian. What, Master, read you? first, resolve me that. Luc. I read that I profess, the art to love. Bian.; Aud may you prove, Sir, master of your art! Luc. While youi, sweet dear, prove mistress of my
heard. (They retire. Hor. Quick proceeders, marry! Now, tell me, I pray, You thac durst swear that 'your mistress Bianca Lov'd none in the world so well as Lucentio.
Tra. O despiteful love! unconstant womankind! I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful.
Hor. Mistake no more: I am not Licio,
Tra. Signior Kuricnsio, I have often heara
your entire affection to Bianca;
And since mine eyes are witness of her lightness,
ra. Auld here I take the like unfeigned oath, Ne'er to marry with tier though she would entreat: Fie on her! see, how beastly she doth court him. Hor. 'Would, all the world, but he, had quite
forsworn! - That I may surely keep mine oath, I will be married to a wealthy widow, Ere three days pass; which hath as long lov'd me, As I have loy'd this proud disdainful haggard: And so farewell, Signior Lucemio, Kindness in women, not their beaurteons looks, Shall win my lovc: - and so I take my leave, L2F resolution as I swore before.
[Exit HORTENSIO. LICENTIo and BIANCA
Sworn me ?
Tra. I'faith, he'll have a Insty widow now,
Bian. He says so, Tranio.
Enter BIONDELLO, running Bion. O Master, Master, I have watch'd so long That I'm 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 mercatante, 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:
pray? Ped. Of Mautta. Tra Of Mantia, 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 Nantua To come to Pidua;. Know yoii not the cause? Your ships are staid at Venice; and the Duke (For private quarrel 'twixt your Duke and him,) Hath publish'd and rociaim'd it openly: 'Tis marvel; but that you're but nev: ly come, You might have heard it else proclaim'd about.
l'ed. Alas, Sir, it is worse for me than so;
Tra. Well, Sir, to do you couriesy,
Ped. Ay, Sir, in Pişa have 1 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 yoni. Þion. As much as an apple doth an oyster, and
[Aside Tra. To save your life in his extremity, This favour'wiil 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 takie upon you as you should; You understand me, Sir;
so shall yoil stay Till you
have done your business in the city: If this be courtesy, Sir, accept of it.
Ped. 0, Sir, I do; anl will repute you cver The pairon of my life and liberiy. Tra. Then go with me, to make the matter good.
Thii, ly the way,
I let you runderstand;
1 Room in Petruchio's House.
Inter KATHARINA' and GNUMIO. Gru. No, no, forfooth; I dare 110t, for
life. Kath. The more my wrong, thc more his spite
· who never knew how to entreat,
Gru. What say yon to a ncat's foot?
Gru. I fear, 'it is too cholerick a meat:
Kath. I like it well; goed Grumio, fetch it wc. VOL. VI.