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Tra. O 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 scorn 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 Hortensio.

Tra. Signior Hortenfio, I have often heard
Of your entire affection to Biarca;
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 Lucentis,
Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow
Never to wooe her more; but do forswear 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! see, how beastly the doth court him.

Hor. Would all the world, but he, had quite forfworn
For me, that I may surely keep mine oath, [her!
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, Signior Lucentio.
Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,
Shall win

And so I take leave, In resolution as I swore before.

(Exit. Hor. Tra. Mistress Bianca, blefs you

with such

As longeth to a lover's blessed case:
Nay, I have ta’en you napping, gentle love,
And have forsworn you with Hortensio.

(Lucentio and Bianca come forward.
Bian. Tranio, you jeft: But have you both forlworn met
Tra. Mistress, we have.
Luc. Then we are rid of Licio.

Tra l'faith, he'll have a lufty widow now, That shall be woo'd and wedded in a day.

love :


Bian. God gave him joy!
Tra. Ay, and he'll tame her.
Bian. He says fo, Tranio.
Tra. 'Faith, he's gone unto the taming school.
Bian. The taming school? what, is there such a place?

Tra. Ay, mistress, and Petruchio is the master;
That teacheth tricks eleven and twenty long,
To tame a shrew, and charm her chattering tongue.

Enter Biondello, running.
Bion. Oh master, master, I have watch'd so long,
That I'm dog-weary ; but at last I spied (20).
An ancient engle, going down the hill,
Will serve the turn.
i Tra. What is he, Biondello?
· Bion. Mafter, a mercantant, or else a pedant;
I know not what; but formal in apparel; (21)

In (20)

-but at laft I spied An ancient angel going down the bill,

Will serve the turn.] Though all the printed copies agree in this reading, I am confident, that Shakespeare, intended no profanation here; nor indeed any compli. ment to this old man who was to be impos'd upon, and made a property of. The word I have restor’d, certainly retrieves the author's meaning: And means, either in its first signification, a burdash; (for the word is of Spanish extraction, ingle, which is equivalent to inguen of the Latines ;) or, in its metaphorical sense, a gull, a' cully, one fit to be made a tool of. And in both fenfes it is frequently us'd by B. Joufon. Cynthia's Revels.

-and sweat for every venial trespass we commit, as some author would, if he had such fine engles as we. The Case is alter'd; (a comedy not printed among B. Jonson's works)

What Signior Antonio Ballodino! welcome, sweet engle.Poetafter.

What; shall I have my fan a stager now ? an engle for players ? And he likewise uses it, as a verb, in the same play, signifying to beguile, defraud.

I'll presently go, and engle some broker for a poet's gown, and be(peak a garland. (21)

- but formal ir apparel; In gate and countenance furely like a father. ] I have made bold to read, surly; and surely, I believe, I am right in doing so. Our poet always represents his pedants, imperious and In gate and countenance surly 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 him assurance to Baptifta Minola,
As if he were the right Vincentio :
Take in your love, and then let me alone.

[Exe. Luc. and Bian.

Enter a Pedant. Ped. God save you, Sir.

Tra. And you, Sir; you are welcome: Travel



on, or are you at the fartheft
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, I pray?
Ped. Of Mantua.

Tra. Of Mantua, Sir? God forbid !
And come to Padua, careless of


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
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, Sir, in Pifa have I often bern;
Pifa renowned for grave citizens.

magisterial. Besides, Tranio's directions to the pedant for his behaa viour vouch for my emendation.

“'Tis well; and hold your own in any case,
With such aufterity as longeth to a farber.


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 somewhat doth resemble

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 Sir Vincentio : His name and credit shall


undertake, And in my house you shall be friendly lodg'd: Look, that


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'ly, 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 dowre in marriage "Twixt me and one Baptista's daughter here: In all these circumstances I'll instruct you : Go with me, Sir, to cloath you as becomes you. (Exeunt.

Enter Catharina and Grumio. Gru. No, no, forsooth, I dare not for my

life. Cath. 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 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 sleep; With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fed; And that, which spights me more than all these wants, He does it under name of perfect love ;


As who would say, if I should sleep or eat
"Twere deadly fickness, or else present death :
I pr'ythee go, and get me some repaft;
I care not what, so it be wholesome food.

Gru. What say you, to a neat's foot ?
Cath. 'Tis pafling good; I prythee, let me have ita

Gru. I fear, it is too flegmatick a meat:
How fay 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?

Catb. Å dish, 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 rest.

Gru. Nay, then I will not; you shall have the mustard, Or else you get no beef of Grunio.

Catb. 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 Have,

[beats bit That feed'ft 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? Cath. 'Faith, as cold as can be.

Pet. Pluck up thy spirits ; look cheerfully upon me; Here, love, thou seeft how diligent I am, To dress thy meat myself, and bring it thee: I'm sure, sweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks. What, not a word? nay then, thou lov't it not : And all my pains is sorted to no proof. Here take


the dish. Catb. I pray you, let it stand.

Pet. The poorest service is repaid with thanks,
And so fhall mine, before you touch the meat.

Cath. I thank you, Sir,



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