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Then give me leave to have prerogative;

D sol re, one cliff, two notes have I ; And when in music we have spent an hour,

E la mi, show pity, or I die.
Your lecture shall have leisure for as much,

Call you this-gamut? tut! I like it pot:
Luc. Preposterous ass! that never read so far, Old fashions please me best; I am not so nice,
To know the cause, why music was ordain'd ! To change true rules for odd inventions.
Wasit not, to refresh the mind of man,

Enter a Servant.
After his studies, or his usual pain ?

Serv. Mistress, your father prays you leave your Then give me leave to read philosophy,

books, And, while I pause, serve in your harmony.

And help to dress your sister's chamber up; Hor. Sirrah, I will not bear these braves of thine. You know, to-morrow is the wedding-day. Bian. Why, gentlemen, you do me double wrong, Bian. Farewell, sweet masters, both; I must be gone. To strive for that, which resteth in my choice.

(Exeunt Bianca and Servant. I am no breeching scholar in the schools;

Luc. 'Faith, mistress, then I have no cause to stay. I'll not be tied to hours, nor 'pointed times,

[Exit. But learn my lessons,as I please myself.

Hor. But I have cause to pry into this pedant;
And, to cut off all strife, here sit we down :-

Methinks, he looks as though he were in love: -
Take you your instrument, play you the whiles ; Yet if thy thoughts, Bianca, be so humble,
His lecture will be done, ere you have tun'd.

To cast thy wand'ring eyes on every stale,
Hor. You'll leave his lecture, when I am in tune? Seize thee, that list! If once I find thee ranging,

(To Bianca ; Hortensio retires. Hortensio will be quit with thee by changing. "(Exit. Luc. That will be never :-tune your instrument ! Bian. Where left we last?

SCENE II.-The same. Before Baptista's house. Luc. Here, madam :

Enter Baptista, Gremio, Tranio, CATHARINA, Bianca, Hacibat Simois; hic est Sigeia tellus ;

LUCextio, and Attendants. Hic steterat Priami regia celsa senis.

Bap.Signior Lucentio,[To Tranio.]this is the pointBian. Construe them !

ed day, Luc. Hac ibut, as I told you before,- Simois, I am That Catharine and Petruchio should be married, Lucentio, -- hic est, son unto Vincentio of Pisa, -Si- And yet we hear not of our son-in-law. geia tellus, disguised thus to get your love. Hic ste- What will be said ? what mockery willitbe, terat , and that Lucentio that comes a-wooing, To want the bridegroom, when the priest attends Priami, is my man Tranio, - regia, bearing my port, To speak the ceremonial rites of marriage ? celsa senis, that we might beguile the old pantaloon. What says Lucentio to this shameofonrs ? Hor. Madam, myinstrument's in tune. (Returning. Cath. No shame but mine : I must, forsooth, be forc'd Bian. Let's hear;

(Hortensio plays. To give my hand, oppos'd against my heart, O fye! the treble jars.

Unto a mad-brain rudesby, full of spleen, Luc. Spit in the hole, man, and tune again! Who woo'd in haste, and means to wed at leisure. Bian. Now let me see, if I can construeit: Hacibat I told you, I, he was a frantic fool, Simois, I know you not; Hic est Sigeia tellus, I trust Hiding his bitter jests in blunt behaviour: you not; Hic steterat Priami, take heed he hear us And, to be noted for a merry man, not ;--regra, presume not;-celsu senis, despair not. He'll woo a thousand, 'point the day of inarriage, Hor. Madam, 'tis now in tune.

Make friends, invite, ves, and proclaim the banns, Luc. All but the base.

Yet never means to wed, where he hath woo’d. Hor. The base is right;'tis the base knave, that jars. Now must the world point at poor Catharine, How fiery and forward our pedantis !

And say,-Lo, there is mad Petruchio's wife, Now, for my life, the knave doth court my love: If it would please him come e and marry her. Pedascule, I'll watch you better yet.

Tra. Patience, good Catharine, and Baptista too! Bian. In time I may believe, yet I mistrust. Upon my life, Petruchio means but well, Luc. Mistrust it not; for, sure, Aeacides

Whatever fortune stays him from his word.
Was Ajax,-call's so from his grandfather.

Though he be blunt, I know him passing wise ;
Bian. I must believe my master; else, I promise you, Though he be merry, yet withal he's honest.
I should be arguing still upon that doubt:

Cath. 'Would Catharine had never seen him though! But let it rest. - Now, Licio, to you :

[Exit, weeping, followed by Bianca, and others. Good masters, take it not unkindly, pray,

Bap. Go, girl; I cannot blame thee now to weep; That I have been thus pleasant with you both. For such an injury would vex a saint, Hor. You may go walk, [To Lucentio.) and give me Much more a shrew of thy impatient humour. leave awhile;

Enter BiondeLLO. My lessons make no music in three parts.

Bion. Master, master! news, old news,and such news, Luc. Are you so formal, sir ? well, I must wait, as you never heard of! And watch withal; for, but I be deceiv'd,

Bap. Is it new and old too? how may that be? Our fine musician groweth amorous. [Aside. Bion. Why! is it not news, to hear of Petruchio' Hor. Madam, before you touch the instrument,

coming ? To learn the order of my fingering,

Bup. Is he come? I must begin with rudiments of art;

Bion. Why, no, sir. To teach you gamut in a briefer sort,

Bap. What then? More pleasant, pithy, and effectual,

Bion. He is coming. Than hath been taught by any of my trade:

Bap. When will hebe here? And there it is in writing, fairly drawn.

Bion. When he stands where I am,and sees you there. Bian. Why, I am past my gamut long ago.

Tra. But, say, what:—To thine old news. Hor. Yet read the gamut of Hortensio!

Bion. Why, Petruchio is coming, in a new hat, and Bian. [Reads.) Gamut I am the ground of all accord, an old jerkin ; a pair of old breeches, thrice turned ; A re, to plead Hortensio's passion;

a pair of boots, that have been candle-cases, one buckB mi, Bianca, take him for thy lord,

led, another laced ; an old rusty sword ta'en out of the Cfaut, that loves with all affection:

town armoury, with a broken hilt, and chapeless, with

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two broken points: his horse hipped with an old | 'Twere well for Kate, and better for myself.
mothy saddle, the stirrups of no kindred: besides, But what a fool am I, to chat with you,
possessed with the glanders, and like to mose in the When I should bid good-morrow to my bride,
chine; troubled with the lampass, infected with the And seal the title with a lovely kiss ?
fashions, full of windgalls, sped with spavins, raied (Exeunt Petruchio, Grumio, and Biondello.
with the yellows, past cure of the fives, stark spoiled Tra. He hath some meaning in his mad attire:
with the staggers, begnawn with the bots; swayed in We will persuade him, be it possible,
the back, and shoulder-shotten; ne'er-legged before, To put on better, ere he go to church.
and with a half-checked bit, and a head-stall of Bap. I'll after him, and see the event of this. [Exit.
sheep's leather; which, being restrained to keep him Tra. But, sir, to her love concerneth us to add
from stumbling, hath been often burst, and now re-Her father's liking : which to bring to pass,
paired with knots; one girt six times pieced, and a As I before imparted to your worship,
woman's crupper of velure, which hath two letters for I am to get a man,— whate'er he be,
her name, fairly set down in studs, and here and there It skills not much; we'll fit him to our turn,--
pieced with packthread.

And he shall be Vincentio of Pisa ;
Bap. Who comes with him?

And make assurance, here in Padua, Bion. 0, sir, his lackey, for all the world capari- of greater sums than I have promised. soned like the horse ; with a linen stock on one leg, and So shall you quietly enjoy your hope, a kersey boot-hose on the other, gartered with a red And marry sweet Bianca with consent. and blue list; an old hat, and The humour of forty Luc. Were it not that my fellow schoolmaster fancies pricked in't for a feather : a monster, a very Doth watch Bianca's steps so narrowly, monster in apparel; and not like a christian foot-boy, 'Twere good, methin to steal our marriage; or a gentleman's lackey.

Which once perform’d, let all the world say—no, Tra. 'Tis some odd humour pricks him to this fa- I'll keep mine own, despite of all the world. shion;

T:a. That by degrees we mean to look into, Yet oftentimes he goes but mean apparell’d.

And watch our vautage in this business : Bap. I am glad heis come, howsoe'er he comes. We'llover-reach the greybeard, Gremio, Bion. Why, sir, he comes not.

The narrow-prying father, Minola, Bap. Didst thou not say, he comes ?

The quaint musician, amorous Licio; Bion. Who? that Petruchio caine?

All for my master's sake, Lucentio.Bap. Ay, that Petruchio came.

Re-enter Gremio, Bion. No, sir; I say, his horse comes with him on Signior Gremio! came you from the church?. his back.

Gre. As willingly as e'er I came from school. Bap. Why, that's all one.

Tra. And is the bride and bridegroom coming home? Bion. Nay, by Saint Jamy, 1 hold you a penny, Gre. A bridegroom, say you ? 'tis a groom indeed, A horse and a man is more than one, and yet not many. A grumbling groom, and that the girl shall find. Enter Petruchio and GKUNO.

Tra. Curster than she? why, 'tis impossible. Pet. Come, where bethese gallants? who is at home? Gre. Why, he's a devil, a devil, a very fiend. Bop. You are welcome, sir.

Tra. Why, she's a devil, a devil, the devil's dam. Pet. And yet I come not well.

Gre. Tut! she's a lamb, a dove, a fool to him. Bap. And yet you halt not.

I'll tell you, sir Lucentio : when the priest Tra. Not so well apparell’d,

Should ask-if Catherine should be his wife, As I wish you were,

Ay, by gog's-wouns, quoth he, and swore so loud,
Pet. Were it better I should rush in thus.

That, allamaz'd, the priest let fall the book:
But whereis Kate? where is my lovely bride?-- And, as he stoop'd again to take it up,
How does my father?- Gentles, methinks you frown: The mad-brain'd bridegroom took him such a cuff,
And wherefore gaze this goodly company;

That down fell priest and book, and book and priest;
As if they saw some wondrous monument,

Now take them up, quoth he, if any list. Some comet, or unusual prodigy?

Tra. What said the wench, when hearose again? Bap. Why, sir, you know, this is your wedding-day. Gre. Trembled and shook ; for why, he stamp’d, and First were we sad, fearing, you would not come;

swore, Now sadder, that you come so unprovided.

As if the vicar meant to cozen him. Fye! doff this habit, 'shame to your estate,

But after many ceremonies done, An eye-sore to our solemn festival !

He calls for wine. A health, quoth he; as if Tra, And tell us, what occasion of import

He had been aboard, carousing to his mates
Hath all so long detain'd you from your wife, After a storm; quaffd off the muscadel,
And sent you hither so unlike yourself?

And threw the sops all in the sexton's face;
Pet. Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear: Having no other reason, -
Sufliceth, I am come to keep my word,

But that his beard grew thin and hungerly,
Though in some part enforced to digress;

And seem'd to ask him sops, as he was drinking. Which at more leisure I will so excuse,

This done, he took the bride about the neck As you shall well be satisfied withal.

And kiss'd her lips with such a clamorous smack, But whereis Kate? I stay too long from her;

That, at the parting, all the church did echo.
The morning wears, 'tis time, we were at church. I, seeing this, came thence for very shame,

Tra. See not your bride in these unreverent robes ! And after me, I know, the rout is coming.
Go to my chamber, put on clothes of mine!

Such a mad marriage never was before.
Per. Not I. believe me; thus I'll visit her.

Hark, hark! I hear the minstrels play.

[Music. Bap. But thus, I trust, you will not marry her. Enter PETRUCHIO, Catharina, Bianca, Baptista, HolPei. Good sooth, even thus; therefore have done

TENSIO, GRUMIO, and Train. with words!

Pet. Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for your To me she's married, not unto my clothes.

pains. Coald I repair what she will wear in me,

I know, you think to dine with me to-day, As I can change these poor accoutrements,

And have prepar'd great store of wedding cheer;

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Bap. Is’t possible, you will away to-night?

SCENE I.- A hall in Petruchio's country house.
Pet. I must away to-day, before night come. -

Enter GRUMIO.
Make it no wonder! if you knew my business, Gru. Fye, fye, on all tired jades ! on all mad masters!
You would entreat me rather go, than stay.

and all foul ways ! Was ever man so beaten? was ever And, honest company, I thank you all,

man so ray'd ? was ever man so weary? I am sent before That have beheld me give away myself

to make a fire, and they are coming after to warm them. To this most patient, sweet, and virtuous wife. Now, were not I a little pot, and soon hot, my very Dine with my father,drink a health to me;

lips might freeze to my teeth, my tongue to the roof For I must hence and farewell to you all.

ofmy mouth, my heart in my belly, ere I should come Tra. Let us entreat you stay till after dinner. by a fire to thaw me. — But I, with blowing the fire, Pet. It may not be.

shall warm myself; for, considering the weather, a Gre, Let me entreat you!

taller man than I will take cold. Holla, hoa! Curtis ! Pet. It cannot be.

Lnter Curtis.
Cath. Let me entreat you!

Curt. Who is that, calls so coldly?
Pet. I am content.

Gru. A piece ofice. If thou doubt it, thou may'st
Cath. Are you content to stay?

slide from my shoulder to my heel, with no greater a Pet. I am content you shall entreat me stay; ran but my head and my neck. A fire, good Curtis ! But yet not stay, entreat me how you can.

Curt. Is my master and his wife coming, Grumio ? Cath. Now, if you love me, stay!

Gru. O, ay, Curtis, ay: and therefore fire, fire; cast Pet. Grumio, my horses !

on no water! Gru.Ay,sir,they be ready;the oats have eaten the hor- Curt. Is she so hot a shrew, as she's reported ? Cath. Nay, then,

Gru. She was, good Curtis, before this frost: but Do what thou canst, I will not go to-day;

thou know'st, winter tames man, woman, and beast; No, nor to-morrow, nor till I please myself. for it hath tamed my old master, and my new mistress, The door is open, sir, there lies your way,

and myself, fellow Curtis. You may be jogging, whiles your boots are green; Curt. Away, you three-inch fool! I am no beast. For me, I'll not be gone, till I please myself:

Gru. Am I but three inches ? why, thy horn is a foot ; 'Tis like, you'll prove a jolly surly groom,

and so long am I, at the least. But wilt thou make a fire, That take it on you at the first so roundly.

or shall I complain on thee to our mistress, whose hand
Pet, 0, Kate, content thee ; pr’ythee, be not angry! (she being now at hand,) thou shalt soon feel, to thy
Cath. I will be angry. What hast thou to do? cold comfort, for being slow in thy hot office.
Father, be quiet; he shall stay my leisure.

Curt. I pr’ythee, good Grumio, tell me, How goes
Gre. Ay, marry, sir: now it begins to work. the world?
Cath. Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner!- Gru. A cold world, Curtis, in every office but thine;
I see, a woman may be made a fool,

and, therefore, fire; do thy duty, and have thy duty! If she had not a spirit to resist.

for my master and mistress are almost frozen to death. Pet. They shall go forward, Kate, at thy command. - Curt. There's fire ready; and therefore, good GruObey the bride, yon that attend on her;

mio, the news? Go to the feast, revel and domineer,

Gru. Why, Jack boy! ho boy! and as much news as
Carouse full measure to her maidenhead,

thou wilt.
Bemad and merry,
--or go hang yourselves !

Curt. Come, you are so full of coneycatching:
But for my bonny Kate, she must with me.

Gru. Why therefore, fire! for I have caught extreme
Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret! cold. Where's the cook ? is supper ready, the house
I will be master of what is mine own:

trimmed, rushes strewed, cobwebs swept; the serving She is my goods, my chattels, she is my house, men in their new fustian, their white stockings, and My household-stufi, my field, my barn,

every officer his wedding-garment on? Be the jacks My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing;

fair within, the jills fair without, the carpets laid, and And here she stands, touch her whoever dare!

every thing in order ? I'll bring my action on the proudest he,

Curt. All ready; and therefore, I pray thee, news ?
That stops my way in Padua.--Grumin,

Gru. First, know, my horse is tired; my master and
Draw forth thy weapon, we're beset with thieves ; mistress fallen out.
Rescue thy místress, if thou be a man!-

Curt. How?
Fear not, sweet wench, they shall not touch thee, Kate; Gru. Out of their saddles into the dirt; and thereby
I'll buckler thee against a million.

hangs a tale.
(Exeunt Petruchio, Catharina, and Grumio. Curt. Let's ha't, good Grumio!
Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones. Gru. Lend thine ear!
Gre. Went they not quickly, I should die with laugh- Curt. Here.
ing.

Gru. There.

[Striking him.
Tra. Of all mad matches, never was the like! Curt. This is to feel a tale, not to hear a tale.
Luc. Mistress, what's your opinion of your sister? Gru. And therefore 'tis called a sensible tale : and
Bian. That, being mad herself, she's madly mated. this cuff was but to knock at your ear, and beseech liste-

a Gre. I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated.

ning. Now I begin : Imprimis, we came down a foul
Bap. Neighbours and friends, though bride and bri- hill, my master riding behind my mistress :
degroom wants

Curt. Both on one horse?
For to supply the places at the table,

Gru. What's that to thee?
You know, there wants no junkets at the feast. -- Curt. Why, a horse.
Lucentio, you shall supply the bridegroom's place; Gru. Tell thou the tale. But hadst thou not
And let Bianca take her sister's room !

crossed me, thou should'st have heard, how her horse
Tra. Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it? fell, and she under her horse; thou should'st have
Bap. Sheshall
, Lucentio. — Come, gentlemen, let's heard, in how miry a place : how she was bemoiled;
(Exeunt, how he left her with the horse upon her; how he beat

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me, because her horse stumbled; how she waded Take that, and mend the placking off the other! through the dirt, to pluck him off me; how he swore;

(Strikes him. how she prayed — that never prayed before; how I Be merry, Kate !--Some water, here ; what, ho!cried; how the horses ran away; how her bridle was Where's my spaniel 'Troilus? - Sirrah, get you hence, burst; how I lost my crupper;-with many things of And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither! worthy memory, which now shall die in oblivion, and

[Exit Servant. thou return unexperienced to thy grave.

One,Kate,that you must kiss, and be acquainted with.Curt. By this reckoning, he is more shrew than she. Where are my slippers ? --Shall I have some water? Gru. Ay; and that thon and the proudest of you all

[4 basin is presented to him. shall find, when he comes home. But what talk I of Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily! this?-call forth Nathaniel, Ioseph, Nicholas, Philip,

(Servant lets

the ewer fall. Walter, Sugarsop, and the rest; let their heads be You whoreson villain! will you let it fall?[Strikes him. sleekly combed, their blue coats brushed, and their Cath. Patience, I pray you; 'twas a fault unwilling. garters of an indifferent knit: let them curtsey with Pet. A whoreson, beetle-headed, flap-ear'd knave! their left legs, and not presume to touch a hair of my Come, Kate, sit down! I know you have a stomach. master's horse-tail, till they kiss their hands! Are Will you give thanks, sweet Kate, or else shall I ?-they all ready?

What is this? mutton ? Curt. They are.

1 Serv. Ay. Gurt, Call them forth !

Pet. Who brought it? Cur. Do you hear, ho! you must meet my master, to 1 Serv. I. countenance my mistress.

Pet. 'Tis burnt; and so is all the meat: Gru. Why, she hath a face of her own.

What dogs are these!-- Where is the rascal cook? Curt. Who knows not that?

How darst you, villains, bring it from the dresser, Gru. Thou, it seems; that callest for company to And serve it thus to me, that love it not? countenance her.

There, take it to you, trenchers, cups, and all! Curt, I call them forth to credit her.

[Throws the meat, etc. about the stage. Gru. Why, she comes to borrow nothing of them. You heedless joltheads, and unmanner'd slaves! Enter several Servants.

What do you grumble ? I'll be with you straight. Nath. Welcome home, Grumio!

Cath. I pray you, husband, be not so disquiet! Phil. How now, Grumio?

The meat was well, if you were so contented. Jos. What, Grumio!

Pet. I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dried away; Nich. Fellow Gramio!

And I expressly am forbid to touch it, Nath. How now, old lad?

For it engenders choler, planteth anger: Gru. Welcome, you ;-- how now, you ;-what, you;

And better 'twere, that both of us did fast, fellow, you; - and thus much for greeting. Now, my Since, of ourselves, ourselves are choleric, spruce companions, is all ready, and all things neat? Than feed it with such over-roasted flesh. Nath. All things is ready. How near is our master? Be patient! To-morrow it shall be mended, Gru. E'en at hand, alighted by this; and therefore And, for this night, we'll fast for company. be not, -Cock's passion, silence! -I hear my master. Come, I will bring thee to thy bridal chamber. Enter PETRUCHIO and CATHARINA.

(Exeunt Petruchio, Catharina, and Curtis. Pet. Where be these knaves ? What, no man at door, Peter. He kills her in her own humour.

Nath. [Advancing.]Peter, didst ever see the like? To hold my stirrup, nor to take my horse?

Re-enter Cuntis.
Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip?

Gru. Where is he?
All Serv. Here, here, sir; here, sir.
Pet. Here, sir! here, sir! here, sir! here sir!

Curt. In her chamber,
You logger-headed and unpolish'd grooms !

Making a sermon of continency to her: What, no attendance? no regard ? no duty ?

And rails, and swears, and rates, that she, poor soul, Where is the foolish knave I sent before?

Knows not, which way to stand, to look, to speak,

And sits as one new-risen from a dream. Gru. Here, sir; as, foolish as I was before.

(Exeunt. Pet. You peasant swain! you whoreson malthorse Away, away! for he is coming hither. drudge!

Re-enter PETRUCHIO. Did I not bid thee meet me in the park,

Pet. Thus have I politicly begun my reign,

And ’tis my hope to end successfully.
And bring along these rascal knaves with thee?

My falcon now is sharp, and passing empty;
Gru. Nathaniel's coat, sir, was not fully made,
And Gabriel's pumps were all unpink'd i'the heel ;

And, till she stoop, she must not be full--gorg'd,

For then she never looks upon her lure.
There was no link to colour Peter's hat,
And Walter's dagger was not come from sheathing:

Another way I have to man my haggard,

To make her come, and know her keeper's call ; There were pone fine, but Adam, Ralph, and Gregory: That is,-to watch her, as we watch these kites, The rest were ragged, old, and beggarly ;

That bate, and beat, and will not be obedient. Yet, as they are, here are they come to meet you.

She ate nomeat to-day, nor none shall eat; Pet. Go, rascals, go, and fetch my supper in!

Last night she slept not, nor to-night she shall not; (Exeunt some of the Servants. Where is the life that late I led

As with the meat, some undeserved fault {Sings.

I'll find abori tne making of the bed, Where are those--Sit down, Kate, and welcome.

And here! Il fling the pillow, there the bolster,
Soud, soud, soud, soud!

This way the coverlet, another way the sheets.
Re-enter Servants, with supper,

Ay, and amid this hurly, I intend,
Why,when, I say?-Nay, good sweet Kate; be merry!- That all is done in reverend care vf her;
Off with my boots, you rogues, you villains! When? And, in conclusion, she shall watch all night:

[Sings. And, if she chance to nod, I'll rail, and brawl,
It was the friar of orders grey,

And with the clamour keep her still awake.
As he forth walked on his way:

This is a way

kill a wife with kindness; Qut, out, you rogue! you plack my foot awry. And thus l'í curb her mad and headstrong humonr.

He, that knows better, how to tame a shrew,

That I'm dog-weary; but at last I spied
Now let him speak : 'tis charity to show. (Exit. An ancient angel coming down the hill,
SCENE II. - Paduu. Before Baptista's house. Will serve the turn.
Enter Tranjo and HORTENSIO.

Tra. What is he, Biondello?
Tra. Is't possible, friend Licio, that Bianca

Bion. Master, a mercatante, or a pedant,
Doth fancy any other but Lucentio ?

I know not what; but formal in apparel.
I tell you, Sir, she bears me fair in hand.

In gait and countenance surely like a father.
Hor. Sir, to satisfy you in what I have said,

Luc. And what of him, Tranio?
Stand by, and mark the manner of his teaching ! Tra. If he be credulous, and trust my tale,

[They stand aside. I'll make him glad to seem Vincentio,
Enter Bunca and LUCENTIO.

And give assurance to Baptista Minola,
Luc. Now, mistress, profit you in what you read? As if he were the right Vincentio.
Bian. What, master, read you ? first resolve me that! Take in your love, and then let me alone!
Luc. I read that I profess; the art to love.

[Exeunt Lucentio and Bianca. Bian. And may you prove, sir, master of your art!

Enter a Pedant.
Luc. While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of my Ped. God save you, sir !
heart.

(They retire. Tra. And you, sir! you are welcome.
Hor. Quick proceeders, marry! Now, tell me, I pray, Travel you far on, or are you at the farthest?

!
You that durst swear, that your mistress Bianca Ped. Sir, at the farthest for a week or two:
Lov'd none in the world so well, as Lucentio.

But then up farther, and as far as Rome;
Tra. O despiteful love! unconstant womankind! - And so to Tripoly, if God lend me life.
I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful.

Tra. What countryman, I pray ?
Hor. Mistake no more! I am not Licio,

Ped. Of Mantua.
Nora musician, as I seem to be,

Tra. Of Mantua, sir?-marry, God forbid !
But one that scorn to live in this disguise,

And come to Padua, careless of your life?
For such a one as leaves a gentleman,

Pet. My life, sir ! how, I pray? for that goes hard.
And makes a god of such a cullion:

Tra. 'Í'is death for any one in Mantua,
Know, sir, that I am callid — Hortensio.

To come to Padua. Know you not the catųse?
Tra. Signior Hortensio, I have often heard Your ships are staid at Venice; and the duke
Of your entire affection to Bianca ;

(For private quarrel'twixt your duke and him,)
And since mine eyes are witness of her lightness, Hath publish'd and proclaim'd it openly:
I will with you, - if you be so contented, -

'Tis marvel; but that you're but newly come,
Forswear Bianca and her love for ever.

You might have heard it else proclaim'd about. Hor. See, how they kiss and court!-- Signior Lu- Ped. Älas, sir, it is worse for me than so; centio,

For I have bills for money by exchange
Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow,

From Florence, and must here deliver them.
Never to woo her more; but do forswear her,

Tra. Well, sir, to do you courtesy,
As one unworthy all the former favours,

This will I do, and this will I advise you.
That I have fondly flatter'd her withal.

First, tell me, have you ever been at Pisa?
Tra. And here I take the like unfeigned oath, - Ped. Ay, sir, in Pisa have I often been;
Ne'er to marry with her, though she would entreat. Pisa, renowned for grave citizens.
Fycon her! see, how beastly she doth court him! Tra. Among them, know you one Vincentio ?
Hor. 'Woald, all the world, but he, had quite for- Ped. I know him not, but I have heard of him;
sworn!

A merchant of incomparable wealth.
For me, – that I may surely keep miue oath,

Tra. He is my father, sir; and, sooth to say, I will be married to a wealthy widow,

In countenance somewhat doth resemble you. Ere three days pass; which hath as long lov'd me, Bion. As much, as an apple doth an oyster, and all one. As I have lov'd this proud disdainful haggard.

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side. And so farewell, siguior Licentio !

Tra. To save your life in this extremity,
Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, This favour will I do you for his sake.
Shall win my love. And so I take my leave,

And think it not the worst of all your fortanes,
In resolution, as I swore before.

That you are like to sir Vincentio.
(Exit Hortensio.-Lucentio and Bianca advance. His name and credit shall you undertake,
Tra. Mistress Bianca, bless you with such grace And in my house you shall be friendly lodg’d:-
As 'longeth to a lover's blessed case!

Look, that you take upon you as you should;
Nay, I have ta’en you napping, gentle love;

You understand me, sir;

;--so shall you stay, And have forsworn you, with Hortensio.

Till you have done your business in the city.
Bian. Tranio, you jest. But have you both for- If this be courtesy, sir, accept of it!
sworn me?

Ped. 0, sir, I do; and will repute you ever
Tra. Mistress, we have.

The patron of my life and liberty.
Luc. Then we are rid of Licio.

Tra. Then go with me, to make the matter good ! Tra. l’faith, he'll have a lusty widow now,

This, by the way, Ilet you

understand :That shall be woo'd and wedded in a day.

My father is here look'd for every day,
Bian, God give him joy!

To pass assurance of a dower in marriage
Tra. Ay, and he'll tame her!

'Twist me and one Baptista's daughter here.
Bian. He says so, Tranio.

In all these circumstances I'll instruct you : Tra. 'Faith, he is gone unto the taming-school. Go with me,sir, to clothe you as becomes you.(Exeunt. Bian. The taming-school! what is there such a place? Tra. Ay, mistress, and Petruchio is the master,

SCFN E III.-droom in Petruchio s house. That teacheth tricks eleven and twenty long,

Enter CATHARINA and Grunnlo.
To tame a shrew, and charm her chattering tongue.

Gru. No, no, forsooth; I dare not, for my life.
Enter Biondello, running:

Cath. The more my wrong, the more his spite apBion. O master, master, I have watch'd so long