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Gru. Nathanael's coat, Sir, was not fully made : And Gabriel's pumps were all unpink'd i'th'heel: There was no link to colour Peter's hat ',

And Walter's dagger was not come from fheathing:
There were none fine, but Adam, Ralph, and Gregory;
The reft were ragged, old and beggarly,

Yet as they are, here are they come to meet you.
Pet. Go, rafcals, go, and fetch my supper in.

[Exeunt Servants.

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Where is the life that late I led?

Where are thofe

And welcome. Soud, foud, foud, foud2!

Enter Servants with Supper.

Why, when, I fay? nay, good sweet Kate, be merry.
Off with my boots, you rogue: you villains, when?
It was the Friar of Orders grey,
As be forth walked on his way.

[Sings.

Out, out, you rogue! you pluck my foot awry.
Take that, and mind the plucking off the other.

[Strikes him. Be merry, Kate: fome water here; what hoa!

Enter one with water.

Where's my fpaniel Troilus? firrah, get you hence,
And bid my coufin Ferdinand come hither:

One, Kate, that you must kiss, and be acquainted with.
Where are my flippers; fhall I have fome water?
Come, Kate, and wafh, and welcome heartily:
You, whorefon villain, will you let it fall?

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Cath. Patience, I pray you, 'twas a fault unwilling.
Pet. A whorefon, beatle-headed, flap-ear'd knave:

no link to colour Peter's bat,] Link, I believe, is the fame with what we now call lamp black.

Soud, foud, &c.] That

is, feet, fweet. Soot, good, and fometimes foth, is fweet. So in Milton, to fing foothly, is, to fing sweetly.

Come,

Come, Kate, fit down; I know, you have a ftomach. Will you give thanks, fweet Kate, or elfe fhall I?? What's this, mutton?

1 Ser. Yes.

Pet. Who brought it?

Ser. I.

Pet. 'Tis burnt, and fo is all the meat:

What dogs are thefe ? where is the rafcal cook? How durft you, villains, bring it from the dreffer, And ferve it thus to me that love it not?

There, take it to you, trenchers, cups and all:

[Throws the meat, &c. about the Stage.

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You heedlefs jolt-heads, and unmanner'd flaves What, do you grumble? I'll be with you ftraight. T Cath. I pray you, husband, be not fo difquiet,

The meat was well, if you were fo contented.

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Pet. I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dry'd away,

And I exprefly am forbid to touch it:

For it ingenders choler, planteth anger;
And better 'twere, that both of us did faft,
Since of ourfelves, ourselves are cholerick,

Than feed it with fuch over-rofted flefl: vow T
Be patient, for to-morrow't shall be mended,
And for this night we'll faft for company.

Come, I will bring thee to thy bridal chamber. [Exeunt.

Enter Servants feverally.

Nath. Peter, didft ever see the like?
Peter. He kills her in her own humour.
Gru. Where is he?

Enter Curtis, à Servant.

Curt. İn her chamber, making a fermon of continency to her,

And rails and fwears, and rates; that fhe, poor foul, Knows not which way to ftand, to look, to speak,

VOL. III.

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And fits as one new-rifen from a dream,

Away, away, for he is coming hither.

SCENE

[Exeunt.

III:

Enter Petruchio.

Pet. Thus have I politickly begun my reign,
'And 'tis my hope to end fuccefsfully:
My faulcon now is fharp, and paffing empty,
And till the ftoop, fhe muft not be full-gorg'd,
For then she never looks upon her lure.
Another way. I have to man my haggard',

To make her come, and know her mafter's Call:
That is, to watch her, as we watch these kites,
That bait and beat, and will not be obedient.
She ate no meat to-day, nor none shall eat.
Laft night the flept not, nor to-night shall not:
As with the meat, fome undeserved fault
I'll find about the making of the bed.
And here I'll fling the pillow, there the bolter,
This way the coverlet, that way the sheets;
Ay; and, amid this hurly, I'll pretend
That all is done in reverend care of her,
And, in conclufion, fhe fhall watch all night:
And, if the chance to nod, I'll rail and brawl,
And with the clamour keep her still awake.
This is a way to kill a wife with kindnefs; -
And thus I'll curb her mad and headstrong humour.
He that knows better how to tame a Shrew,
Now let him speak, 'tis charity to fhew.

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to man my haggard,]. A baggard is a wild hawk; to man a hawk is to tame her.

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S't poffible, friend Licia, that Bianca Doth fancy any other but Lucentio ? I tell you, Sir, the bears me fair in hand. Hor. To fatisfy you, Sir, in what I said, Stand by, and mark the manner of his teaching. [They ftand by

Enter Bianca and Lucentio,

Luc. Now, miftrefs, profit you in what you read?

4 İs't poffible, friend Licio, &c.] This Scene, Mr. Pope, upon what Authority I can't pretend to guefs, has in his Editions made the Firft of the Fifth Act: in doing which, he has fhewn the very Power and Force of Criticifm. The Confequence of this judicious Regulation is, that two unpardonable Abfurdities are fix'd upon the Author, which he could not poffibly have committed. For, in the firft Place, by thus fhuffling the Scenes out of their true Pofition, we find Hortenfio, in the fourth Aft, already gone from Baptifa's to Petruchio's Country-houfe; and afterwards in the beginning of the fifth Act we find him firft forming the Refolution of quitting Bianca; and Tranio immediately informs us, he is gone to the Taming-School to Petruchio. There is a Figure,

indeed, in Rhetorick, call'd, regor werepor: But this is an Abuse of it, which the Rhetori cians will never adopt upon Mr, Pope's Authority. Again, by this Mifplacing, the Pedant makes his firft Entrance, and quits the Stage with Tranio in order to go and drefs himself like Vincentio, whom he was to perfonate: but his fecond Entrance is upon the very Heels of his Exit; and without any Interval of an A, or one Word intervening, he comes out again equipp'd like Vincentio. If fuch a Critick be fit to publish a Stage-Writer, I fhall not envy Mr. Pope's Admirers, if they fhould think fit to applaud his Sagacity. I have replac'd the Scenes in that Order, in which I found them in the old Books. THEOBALD.

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Bian.

Bian. What, mafter, read you? first, refolve me that.

Luc. I read That I profefs the art of Love. Bian. And may you prove, Sir, mafter of your art! Luc. While you, fweet dear, prove mistress of my [They retire backward. Hor. Quick proceeders! marry! now, tell me, I pray, you that durft fwear that your mistress Bianca lov'd none in the world fo well as Lucentio.

heart.

Tra. Defpightful love, unconftant womankind! I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful.

Hor. Mistake no more, I am not Licio,
Nor a musician, as I feem to be;

But One that scorns to live in this disguise,
For fuch a One as leaves a gentleman,
And makes a God of fuch a cullion;
Know, Sir, 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 to 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, tho' fhe intreat.

Fy on her fee, how beaftly the 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 married to a wealthy widow,

Ere three days pafs, which has as long lov'd me,
As I have lov'd this proud difdainful haggard.
And fo farewel, Signor Lucentio.

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