And makes a God of fuch a cullion; And fince mine eyes are witness of her lightness, 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 do forfwear her, Tra. And here I take the like unfeigned oath, Fie on her! fee, how beaftly fhe doth court him. Hor. 'Would all the World, but he, had quite forfworn her! For me, that I may furely keep mine oath, Ere three days pafs, which has as long lov'd me, Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, [Exit Hor. Tra. Miftrefs 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 both forfworn me? Tra. Miftrefs, 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, Tranio. Tra. 'Faith, he's gone into the Taming school. Bian. The Taming fchool? what, is there fuch a place? Tra. Ay, miftrefs, 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 An ancient (a) Engle, going down the hill, Will ferve the turn. Tra. What is he, Biondello? Bion. Master, a mercantant, or else a pedant ; Tra. If he be credulous, and truft my tale, Take in your love, and then let me alone. [Exeunt Luc. and Bian. Tra. And you, Sir. Sir; you are welcome: Travel you far on, or are you at the fartheft? 5 Surely like a father.] I know not what he is, fays the fpeaker, however this is certain, he has the gate and countenance of a fatherly man. [(a) Engle. Mr. Theobald. Vulg. Angel. ] Ped. Sir, at the fartheft for a week or two: Tra. Of Mantua, Sir? God forbid! Ped. My life, Sir! how, I pray? for that goes hard. To come to Padua; know you not the caufe? 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 fay, In count'nance fomewhat doth refemble you. Bion. As much as an apple doth an oyfter, and all one. [Afide. Tra. To fave your life in this extremity, His name and credit fhall you undertake, 'Till you have done your bufinefs in the city. If this be court'fie, 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 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. [Exeunt. Gru. No, no, forfooth, I dare not for my life. appears: What, did he marry me to famish me? Am ftarv'd for meat, giddy for lack of fleep; As who would fay, if 1 fhould fleep or eat I care not what, fo it be wholesome food. Cath. 'Tis paffing good; I pr'ythee, let me have it. Gg 4 Cath 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 muftard? Cath. A difh, that I do love to feed upon. Gru. Ay, but the muftard is too hot a little. Cath. Why, then the beef, and let the mustard reft. 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 false deluding flave, [Beats him. That feed'ft 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 say. Enter Petruchio and Hortenfio, with meat. Pet. How fares my Kate? what, Sweeting, all amort ? 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: Here, take away the dish. Cath. I pray you, let it ftand. Pet. The pooreft service is repaid with thanks, And fo fhall mine, before you touch the meat. Cath. I thank you, Sir. Hor. |