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Forfwear Bianca and her love for ever.
Hor: See, how they kiss and court!

Signior La-
Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow [centio,
Never to woo 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, though she intreat.
Fie on her! see, how beastly she doth court him.

Hor. 'Would all the world, but he, had quite forsworn
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 my love : and so I take my leave,
In resolution as I swore before.

[Exit Hor. Tra. Mistress Bianca, bless you

with such

grace,
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 jest: but have you both forsworn Tra; Mistress, we have.

[me? Luc. Then we are rid of Licio.

Tra, l’ faith, he'll have a lusty 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 says fo, Tranio.
Tra. 'Faith, he's gone into 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 fhrew, and charm her chattering tongue.
SCENE V.

Enter Biondello, running.
Bioin. Oh Master, Master, I have watch'd so long
That I'm dog-weary; but at last I spy'd
An ancient engle, going down the hill,

Will serve the turn.

Tra. What is he, Biondello ?

Bion. Master, a mercantant, or else a pedant;
I know not what; but formal in apparel;
In gate 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 Baptifta Minola,
As if he were the right Vincentio.
Take in your love, and then let me alone.

[Exeunt Luc. and Bian,

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, I pray?
Ped. Of Mantua.

Tra. Of Mantua, Sir ? 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 hin)
Hath publish'd and proclaim'd it openly:
'Tis niarvel, but that you're but newly come,
You might have heard it elfe proclaim'd about,

Ped. Alas, Sir; it is worfe 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 Pisa have I often been;
Pisage renowned for grave citizens.

Tra. Among them know you one Vincentio ?
Ped. I know him not, but I have heard of him;

one.

go

A merchant of incomparable wealth.

Tra. He is my father, Sir ; and, footh to say, In count'nance fomewhat doth resemble you. Bion. As much as an apple doth an oyster, and all

[-iside.com 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 you undertake, And in my house you shall be friendly lodgi'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 court'sy, Sir, accept of it.

Ped. Oh, Sir, I do.; and will repute you ever. The patron of my life and liberty.

Tra. Then with me to make the matter goods, 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, Sir, to clothe you as becomes you.

[Exeunt. SCEN E VI. Enter Catharina and Grumio, Gru. No, no, forfooth ; I dare not for my life.

Cath. The more my wrong, the more his fpite apr What, did he marry me to famish me? [pears. Beggars that come unto my father's door, Upon intreaty, have a present alms; If not, elfe where 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 fpites me more thanall these wants He pes under name of perfe& love;, As who would say, if I should sleep or eat;. "Twere deadly fickness, or else.present deaths. 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 paffing good; I pr’ythee, let me have it. Gru. I fear it is too flegmatic 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 choleric:
What say you to a piece of beef and mustard !

Cath. A dish 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 rest.

Gru. Nay, then I will not; you shall have the muOr else you get no beef of Grumio.

[ftard, Gath. 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 flave,

[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.

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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 chearfully upon me; Here, Love, thou feest 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'ft it not : And all my pains is forted to no proof. Here, take away the dish.

Catb. I pray you, let it ftand.

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

Cath. I thank you, Sir.

Hor. Signior Petruchio, fie, you are to blame: Coue, Mistress Kate, I'll bear you company.

me

Pet. Eat it up all, Hortenfio, if thou lovest

[-uide.
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,
With ruffs, and cuffs, and fardingals, and things:
With scarfs, and fans, and double change of brav'ry,
With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knav'ry.
What, haft thou din'd ? the tailor stays thy leisure,
To deck thy body with his rustling treasure.

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S CE N E VIII. Enter Tailor.
Come, Tailor, let us see these ornaments.

Enter Haberdasher.
Lay forth the gown. What news with you, Sir ?

Hab. Here is the cap your Worship did befpeak.

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

Cath. 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 hafte.

Cath. 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 elfe my heart, concealing it, will break:
And rather than it shall, I will be free
Even to the utmost as I please in words.

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

Cath. Love me, or love me not, I like the cap;
And I will have it, or I will have nones

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