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And thus P'll curb her mad and headstrong humour:-
He that knows better how to tame a shrew,
Now let him speak; 'tis charity, to show. (Exit.


Padya. Before Baptista's House.

Tra. Is't possible, friend Licio, that Bianca
Doch fancy any other but Lucentio ?
I tell you, Sir, she bears me fair in hand.

Hor. , Sir, to satisfy you in what I have said,
Stand by, and mark the manner of his teaching.

[They stand aside.

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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,
Nor a mnsician, as I seem to be;
But one thai scorn to live in this disguise,
Tor such a one as leaves a gentleman,
And makes a god of such a cullion:
know, Sir, that I am callid Hortensio.

Tra. Signior Kuricnsio, I have often heara

your entire affection to Bianca;

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For me,

And since mine eyes are witness of her lightness,
I will with you, if you he so contented,
Forswear Bianca and her love for ever.
Hor. See, how they kiss and court! Signior

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 foudly flaster'd her withal.

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.


Tra. Mistress Bianca, bless you with such grace
As 'longeth to a lover's blessed case!
Nay, I have ta'en yon napping, gentle love;
And have forsworn yoii, with Hortensio.
Bian. Tranio, you jest; But have you both for

Sworn me ?
Tra. Mistress, we have.
Luc. Then we are rid of Licin.

Tra. I'faith, he'll have a Insty widow now,
That shall be woo'd and wedded in a day.
Bian. God give him jos!
Tra. Ay, and he'll tame her.

Bian. He says so, Tranio.
Tra. Faith, he is gone into the taming-school.
Bian. The taming-school! what, is there such a

Tra. Ay, Mistress, and Petruchio is the master;
That teacheth tricks eleven and twenty long,
To tame a shrew, and charm her chattering tongne,

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,
I know not what; but formal in apparel,
In gait aud countenance surely like a father.

Luc. And what of him, Tranio?

Tra. If he be credulous, and trust my tale,
t'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.


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

Tra. And you, Sir! you are welcome.
Travel you far on, or are yon at the furthest?

Ped. Sir. at the furthest for a week or two:
But then np further; and as far as Pome;
And so to l'ripoly, if God lend me life.
Tra, What countryman,


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;
For I have bills for money by exchange
l'rom Florence, and must here deliver them.

Tra. Well, Sir, to do you couriesy,
This will I do, and this will I advise you;;-
First, tell me, have you ever been at Pisa?

Ped. Ay, Sir, in Pişa have 1 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 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.

all one.

Thii, ly the way,

I let you runderstand;
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.



1 Room in Petruchio's House.

But I,

Inter KATHARINA' and GNUMIO. Gru. No, no, forfooth; I dare 110t, for


life. Kath. The more my wrong, thc more his spite

appears :
What, did he marry me to famish me?
Beggars, that come unto my father's door,
Upon entreaty, have a present alms;
If not, clsewhere they meet with charity:

· who never knew how to entreat,
Nor never needed that I should entrcat, -!
Am starv'd for meat, giddy for lack of slecp;
With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fcd:
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 cat,
'Twere deadly sickness, or else present death,
I pryrhee go, and get me some repasť;
I care not what, so it be wholesome food.

Gru. What say yon to a ncat's foot?
Kath. 'Tis passing good; I prgthee let me havcit,

Gru. I fear, 'it is too cholerick a meat:
How say you to a fat tripe, finely broild?

Kath. I like it well; goed Grumio, fetch it wc. VOL. VI.

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