Bion. Master, a mercatantè, or a pedant,
I know not what ; but formal in apparel,
In gait and countenance surely like a father.

Luc. And what of him, Tranio?

Tra. If he be credulous, and trust my tale,
I'll make him glad to seem Vincentio ;
And give assurance to Baptista Minola,
As if he were the right Vincentio.
Take in your love, and then let me alone.

[Exeunt Lucentio, and Bianca.

Enter a Pedant.
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 Tripoly, if God lend me life.
Tra. What

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

I pray

a mercatantè, or a pedant,]-a merchant, or a teacher of languages. surely like a father.]-he cuts a very fatherly figure.

From

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 Pisa?

Ped. Ay, fir, in Pifa 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 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

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 Baptista's daughter here: In all these circumstances I'll instruct you: Go with me, fir, to cloath you as becomes you. [Exeunt.

The

patron of

d

pass asurance)-make a conveyance.

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SCENE

Enter Katharine, and Grumio.
Gru. No, no, forsooth ; I dare not for my life.

Kath. The more my wrong, the more his spite appears :
What, did he marry me to familh me?
Beggars, that come unto my father's door
Upon entreaty, have a present alms;
If not, elsewhere they meet with charity :
But I, -who never knew how to entreat,
Nor never needed that I should entreat,
Am starv'd for meat, giddy for lack of Deep;
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 should say,—if I should sleep, or eat,
'Twere deadly sickness, or else present death.
I pr’ythee go, and get me some repast;
I care not what, so it be wholesome food.

Gru. What say you to a neat's foot ?
Kath. 'Tis passing good; I prythee, let me have it.

Gru. I fear, it is too phlegmatick a meat :-
How fay you to a fat tripe, finely broild ?

Kath. I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me.

Gru. I cannot tell ; I fear 'tis cholerick.
What say you to a piece of beef, and mustard ?

Kath. A dish that I do love to feed upon.
Gru. Ay, but the mustard is too hot a little.
Kath. Why, then the beef, and let the mustard rest.

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.
Gru. Why, then the mustard without the beef.

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.

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With

With scarfs, and fans, and double change of bravery,
With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knavery.
What, halt thou din'd? The taylor stays thy leisure,
To deck thy body with his rustling treasure.-

Enter Taylor.
Come, taylor, let us see these ornaments;

Enter Haberdasher.
Lay forth the gown.-What news with

you,

sir? Hab. Here is the cap your worship did bespeak.

Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer;
A velvet dish ;-fye, fye! 'tis lewd and filthy:
Why, 'tis a cockle, or a walnut-shell,
A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap ;
Away with it, come, let me have a bigger.

Kath. I'll have no bigger ; this " doth fit the time,
And gentlewomen wear such caps as these.

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.
My tongue will tell the anger of my heart;
Or else my heart, concealing it, will break :
And, rather than it shall, I will be free
Even to the uttermost, as I please, in words.

Pet. Why, thou say'st true; it is a paltry cap,
A i custard-coffin, a bauble, a silken pye:
I love thee well, in that thou lik'st it not.

.

doth fit the time, ]-is in fashion.
cuffard.coffir,]-

like the cruft of a custard.

Kath.