Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,
Shall win my love: and fo I take my leave,
In refolution as I fwore before.

[Exit. Hor. Tra. Mistress Bianca, blefs you with fuch grace, As longeth to a lover's bleffed cafe:

Nay, I have ta'en you napping, gentle Love,

And have forfworn you with Hortenfio.

Lucentio and Bianca come forward.]

Bian. Tranio, you jeft: but have you bothforfworn me?

Tra. Mistress, we have.

Luc. Then we are rid of Licio.

Tra. I'faith, he'll have a lufty 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 fays fo, Tránio.

Tra. 'Faith, he's gone unto the Taming school. Bian. The Taming fchool? what, is there fuch a place?

Tra. Ay, miftrefs, and Petruchio is the mafter; That teacheth tricks eleven and twenty long, To tame a Shrew, and charm her chattering tongue.

Bion. Oh mafter, mafter, I have watch'd fo long, That I'm dog-weary; but at laft I fpied

5 An ancient angel going down the hill,

Will ferve the turn.

Tra. What is he, Biondello?

Bion. Mafter, a mercantant, or elfe a pedant;

I know not what; but formal in apparel;

5 An ancient Angel.] For angel Mr. Theobald, and after him

Sir T. Hanmer, and Dr. Warbur

ton read Engle.

In gaite and countenance furly like a father
Luc. And what of him, Tranio?

Tra. If he be credulous, and truft my tale,
I'll make him glad to feem Vincentio,
And give him affurance to Baptifta Minola,
As it he were the right Vincentio :

Take in your love, and then let me alone.

[Exeunt Lucentio and Bianca.

Enter a Pedant.

Ped. God fave you, Sir.

Tra. And you, Sir; you are welcome:
Travel you far on, or are you at the fartheft?
Ped. Sir, at the fartheft for a week or two;
But then up farther, and as far as Rome;
And fo to Tripoly, if God lend me life.
Tra. What countryman, I pray?

Ped. Of Mantua.

Tra. Of Mantua, Sir? 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 fhips are ftaid 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 elfe proclaim'd about.
Ped. Alas, Sir; it is worfe for me than fo;
For I have bills for money by exchange
From Florence, and muft 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 Pifa?

6 -Surely like a father.] I know not what he is, fays the fpeaker; however, this is certain,

he has the gait and countenance of a fatherly man.

WARBURTON.

Ped.

Ped. Ay, Sir, in Pifa have I often been; Pifa 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, footh to say,

In count'nance fomewhat doth resemble you.
Bion. As much as an apple doth an oyster, and all

one.

Tra. To fave your life in this extremity,
This favour will I do you for his fake;
And think it not the worst of all your fortunes,
That you are like to Sir Vincentio:

His name and credit fhall you undertake,
And in my house you fhall be friendly lodg'd:
Look that you take upon you as you should.
You understand me, Sir: fo fhall you stay,
'Till you have done your business in the city.
If this be court'fy, Sir, accept of it.

[Afide.

Ped. Oh, Sir, I do; and will repute you eyer 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 pafs affurance of a dower in marriage 'Twixt me and one Baptifta's daughter here: In all these circumftances I'll inftruct you: Go with me, Sir, to cloath you as becomes you.

SCENES VI,

Enter Catharina and Grumio.

[Exeunt.

Gru. No, no, forfooth, I dare not for my life.
Cath. The more my wrong, the more his spite ap-

pears:

What, did he marry me to famifh me?

F 4

Beggars,

Beggars, that come unto my father's door,
Upon intreaty, have a prefent alms;
If not, elsewhere they meet with charity:
But I, who never knew how to intreat,
Nor never needed that I fhould intreat,
Am ftarv'd for meat, giddy for lack of fleep;
With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fed;
And that, which fpites me more than all these wants,
He does it under name of perfect love:

As who would fay, If I fhould fleep or eat
'Twere deadly fickness, or else present death:
I pry thee go, and get me fome repaft;
I care not what, fo it be wholefome food.
Gru. What fay you to a neat's foot?`

Cath. 'Tis paffing good; I pry'thee, let me have it.
Gru. I fear, it is too flegmatick a meat:
How fay you to a fat tripe finely broil'd?

Cath. I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me. Gru. I cannot tell;-I fear, it's cholerick: What say you to a piece of beef and mustard? Cath. A difh, that I do love to feed upon. Gru. Ay, but the mustard is too hot a little. Cath. Why, then the beef, and let the mustard rest. Gru. Nay, then I will not; you fhall have the mustard,

Or else you get no beef of Grumio.

Cath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt. Gru. Why, then the muftard without the beef. Cath. Go, get thee gone, thou falfe deluding flave, [Beats him. That feeds me with the very name of meat: Sorrow on thee, and all the pack of you, That triumph thus upon my mifery! Go, get thee gone, I fay.

SCENE

SCENE VII.

Enter Petruchio and Hortenfio, with meat.

Pet. How fares my Kate? what, Sweeting, all à-mort?

Hor. Miftrefs, what cheer?

Cath. 'Faith, as cold as can be.

Pet, Pluck up thy fpirits; look cheerfully upon me; Here, love, thou feeft how diligent I am,

To dress thy meat myself, and bring it thee:
I'm fure, fweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks,
What, not a word? nay then, thou lov'st it not:
And all my pains is forted to no proof".
Here, take away the dish.

Cath. I pray you let it ftand.

Pet. The pooreft fervice is repaid with thanks, And fo fhall mine, before you touch the meat. Cath. I thank you, Sir.

Hor. Signior Petruchio, fy, you are to blame: Come, mistress Kate, I'll bear you company. Pet. Eat it up all, Hortenfio, if thou loveft me ;

Much good do it unto thy gentle heart;
Kate, eat apace. And now, my honey-love,
Will we return unto thy father's house,
And revel it as bravely as the best,

*

[Afide.

With filken coats, and caps, and golden rings,
With ruffs, and cuffs, and fardingals, and things:
With fcarfs, and fans, and double change of brav'ry,
With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knav'ry.
What, haft thou din'd? the taylor ftays thy leifure,
To deck thy body with his rustling treasure.

7 And all my pains is forted to no proof] And all my labour has ended in nothing, or proved nothing. We tried an experiment, but it forted not.

BACON. *-fardingals, and things:]

Though things is a poor word, yet I have no better, and perhaps the author had not another that would rhyme. I once thought to tranfpofe the words rings and things, but it would make little improvement.

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