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Bion. Master, a mercatantè, or a pedant,
Luc. And what of him, Tranio?
Tra. If he be credulous, and trust my tale,
[Exeunt Lucentio, and Bianca.
Enter a Pedant.
you are welcome. Travel
you far on, or are you at the farthest ?
countryman, ? Ped. Of Mantua.
Tra. Of Mantua, sir?-marry, 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 ships are staid 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 else proclaim'd about.
Ped. Alas, sir, it is worse for me than fo; For I have bills for money by exchange
a mercatantè, or a pedant,]-a merchant, or a teacher of languages. surely like a father.]-he cuts a very fatherly figure.
From Florence, and must here deliver them.
Tra. Well, sir, to do you courtesy,
Ped. Ay, fir, in Pifa have I often been
Ped. I know him not, but I have heard of him;
Tra. He is my father, sir; and, footh to say, In countenance somewhat doth refernble
you. Bion. As much as an apple doth an oyster, and all one.
[-Afide. 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 fir 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 courtesy, fir, accept of it. Ped. Oh, sir, I do; and will repute you ever
my life and liberty. Tra. Then
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 Baptista's daughter here: In all these circumstances I'll instruct you: Go with me, fir, to cloath you as becomes you. [Exeunt.
pass asurance)-make a conveyance.
Enter Katharine, and Grumio.
Kath. The more my wrong, the more his spite appears :
Gru. What say you to a neat's foot ?
Gru. I fear, it is too phlegmatick a meat :-
Kath. I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me.
Gru. I cannot tell ; I fear 'tis cholerick.
Kath. A dish that I do love to feed upon.
Gru. Nay, then I will not; you shall have the muftard, Or else you get no beef of Grumio.
Kath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt.
Kath. Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding Nave,
[Beats him. That feed'st 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.
Enter Petruchio and Hortensio, with meat. Pet. How fares my Kate ? What sweeting all amort? Hor. Mistress, what cheer? Kath. 'Faith, as cold as can be.
Pet. Pluck up thy spirits, look chearfully upon me. Here, love, thou see'st how diligent I am, To dress thy meat myself, and bring it thee : I am sure, sweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks. What, not a word ? Nay then, thou lov'st it not ; And all my pains' is forced to no proof: Here, take away this dish.
Kath. I pray you, let it stand.
Pet. The poorest service is repaid with thanks; And so fall mine, before you touch the meat.
Kath. I thank you, sir.
Hor. Signior Petruchio, fye! you are to blame : Come, mistress Kate, I'll bear you company.
Pet. Eat it up all, Hortensio, if thou lov'st me.--[Afide. 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, With filken coats, and caps, and golden rings, Wich ruffs, and cuffs, and fardingals, 8 and things;
all amort?]-in the dumps. is forted to no proof :]-taken to no purpose. 8 and things ; ]-toys, trinkets.
With scarfs, and fans, and double change of bravery,
sir? Hab. Here is the cap your worship did bespeak.
Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer;
Kath. I'll have no bigger ; this " doth fit the time,
Pet. When you are gentle, you shall have one too, And not 'till then. Hor. That will not be in haste.
[Afide. Kath. Why, sir, I trust, I may have leave to speak; And speak I will ; I am no child, no babe : Your betters have endur'd me say my mind; And, if you cannot,
best you stop your ears.
Pet. Why, thou say'st true; it is a paltry cap,
doth fit the time, ]-is in fashion.
like the cruft of a custard.