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Bian. What, mafter, read you? first, resolve me
that. Luc. I read That I profess the art of Love. Bian. And may you prove, Sir, master of your art! Luc. While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of my heart.
[They retire backward. Hor. Quick proceeders ! marry! now, tell me, I pray, you that durft swear that your mistress Bianca lov'd none in the world so well as Lucentio.
Tra. Despightful love, unconstant womankind !
I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful.
Hor. Miftake no more, I am not Licio,
Nor a musician, as I seem to be ;
But One that scoros to live in this disguise,
For such a One as leaves a gentleman,
And makes a God of such a cullion;
Know, Sir, that I am callid Hortenso.
Tra. Signior Ilortenfio, I have often heard
Of your entire affection to Bianca;
And since mine eyes are witness of her lightness,
I will with you, if you be 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 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' she intreat.
Fy on her! fee, how beastly she doth court him.
Hor. 'Would all the world, but he, had quite for-
For me, that I may surely keep mine oath,
I will be married to a wealthy widow,
Ere three days pass, which has as long lov'd me,
As I have lov'd this proud disdainful haggard.
And so farewel, Signor Lucentia.
Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,
Shall win my love: and so I take my leave,
In resolution as I swore before.
Tra. Mistress Bianca, bless you with such grace,
As longech to a lover's blessed case :
Nay, I have ta’en you napping, gentle Love,
And have forsworn you with Hortenso.
Lucentio and Bianca come forward.] Bian. Tranio, you jeft: but have you both for
sworn me? Tra. Mistress, we have. Luc. Then we are rid of Licio.
Tra. l'faith, he'll have a lusty 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 says so, Tranio.
Tra. 'Faith, he's gone unto 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 tongue.
Bion. Oh master, master, I have watch'd so long, That I'm dog-weary; but at last I spied s An ancient angel going down the hill, Will serve the turn.
Tra. What is he, Biondello ?
Bion. Master, a mercantant, or else a pedant; I know not what; buc formal in apparel;
3 An ancient Angel.] For an. Sir T. Hanmer, and Dr. Warburgel Mr. Tbeobald, and after him ton read Engle.
In gaite and countenance surly like a father.
Luc. And what of him, Iranio ?
Ira. If he be credulous, and trust my tale,
I'll make him glad to seem l'incentio,
And give him assurance to Baptista Minole,
As it he were the right Vincentio :
Take in your love, and then let me alone.
[Exeunt Lucentio and Bianca.
Ped. God save you, Sir. .
Tra. And you, Sir ; you are welcome:
Travel you far on, or are you at the farthest ?
Ped. Sir, at the farthest for a week or two;
But then up farther, and as far as Rome ;
And so to Iripoly, if God lend me life.
Tra. What countryman, I pray?
Ped. Of Mantua.
Tro. Of Mantuo, 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 Montua
To come to Padua; know you not the cause?
Your ships are staid at Venice, and che Duke
(For private quarrel 'twixt your Duke and him,)
Haih publish'd and proclaim'd it openly:
'Tis marvel, but that you're but newly cone,
You might have heard it else proclaim'd about.
Ped. Alas, Sir; it is worse for me than so;
For I have bills for money by exchange
From Florence, and must 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 Pija?
6-Surely like a father.) I he has the gait and countenance know not what he is, says the of a fatherly man. speaker; however; this is certain,
Ped. Ay, Sir, in Pisa have. I 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, footh to say,
In count'nance somewhat doth resemble you.
Bion. As much as an apple doth an oyiter, and all
Tra. To save 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 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.
If this be court'sy, Sir, accept of it.
Ped. Oh, Sir, I do; and will repute you ever
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 pass assurance of a dower in marriage
'Twixt me and one Baptifia's daughter here:
In all these circumstances l’ll instruct you:
Go with me, Sir, to cloath you as becomes you.
Gru. No, no, forsooth, I dare not for my life.
Cath. The more my wrong, the more his spite ap-
What, did he marry me to familh me?
Beggars, that come unto my father's door,
Upon intreaty, have a present alms;
If not, elsewhere they meet with charity :
But I, who never knew how to intreat,
Nor never needed that I should intreat,
Am starv'd for meat, giddy for lack of Neep;
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 would say, If I should Neep or eat
'Twere deadly sickness, or else present death :
I pry’thee go, and get me some repast;
I care not what, so it be wholesome food.
Gru. What say you to a neat's foot ?
Cath. 'Tis passing good; I pry’thee, let me have it.
Gru. I fear, it is too flegmatick a meat :
How say you to a fat tripe finely broild ?
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 dilh, 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 reft.
Gru. Nay, then I will not; you shall have the
Or else you get no beef of Grumio.
Cath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt. Gru. Why, then the mustard without the beef. Cath. Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding Nave,
[Beats bim. That feeds 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.