She eat no meat to day, nor none fhall eat.
Laft night she slept not, nor to night shall not:
As with the meat, fome undeserved fault
I'll find about the making of the bed.

And here I'll fling the pillow, there the bolfter,
This way the coverlet, that way the sheets;
Ay; and, amid this hurly, I'll pretend,
That all is done in reverend care of her,
And, in conclufion, she shall watch all night:
And, if fhe chance to nod, I'll rail and brawl,
And with the clamour keep her ftill awake.
This is a way to kill a wife with kindness;–
And thus I'll curb her mad and headstrong humour.
He that knows better how to tame a Shrew,

Now let him speak, 'tis charity to shew.

Tranio.

SCENE IV,

Before Baptifta's House.

Enter Tranio and Hortenfio.

[Exit.

S'T poffible, friend Licio, that Bianca
Doth fancy any other but Lucentio?
I tell you, Sir, the bears me fair in hand.
Hor. To fatisfy you, Sir, in what I said,
Stand by, and mark the manner of his teaching.

[They stand by.

Enter Bianca and Lucentio,

Luc. Now, miftrefs, profit you in what

you read? Bian. What, mafter, read you? first, refolve me that.

Luc. I read That I profess, the art of Love. Bian. And may you prove, Sir, master of your art! Luc. While you, fweet dear, prove miftrefs of my heart. [They retire backward. Hor. Quick proceeders! marry! now, tell me, I

pray

pray, you that durft fwear that your miftrefs Bianca lov'd none in the world fo well as Lucentio.

Tra. Defpightful love, unconftant womankind! I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful.

Hor. Miftake no more, I am not Licio,
Nor a musician, as I feem to be;

But One that scorn to live in this disguise
For fuch a One as leaves a gentleman,
And makes a God of fuch a cullion;
Know, Sir, that I am call'd Hortenfio.

Tra. Signior Hortenfio, I have often heard
Of your entire affection to Bianca ;

And fince mine eyes are witnefs of her lightness,
I will with you, if you be fo contented,
Forfwear Bianca and her love for ever.
Hor. See, how they kifs and court!
Lucentio,

Signior

Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow
Never to woo her more; but do forfwear 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' fhe intreat.

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,
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 fo farewel, Signior Lucentio.

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,
Shall win my love: and fo I take my leave,
In refolution as I fwore before.

[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 for

fworn 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 school? what, is there fuch 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.

Bion.

Enter Biondello, running.

OH mafter, mafter, I have watch'd fo long.

That I'm dog-weary; but at laft I fpied

An ancient Engle, going down the hill,

Will ferve the turn.

Tra. What is he, Biondello?

Bion. Mafler, a mercantant, or else a pedant;
I know not what; but formal in apparel;
In gait and countenance furely like a father.
Luc. And what of him, Tranio?

Tra. If he be credulous, and truft my tale,
I'll make him glad to feem Vincentio,
And give him affurance to Baptista 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 fave

you, Sir.

Tra.

Tra. And you, Sir; you are welcome:
Travel you far on, or are you at the farthest?
Ped. Sir, at the fartheft for a week or two:
But then up farther, and as far as Rome;
And fo 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, carelefs 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 fhips are ftaid at Venice, and the Duke,
(For private quarrel 'twixt your Duke and him,)
Hath publifh'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 muft here deliver them.
Tra. Well, Sir, to do you courtesy,
That will I do, and this will I advise you;
First, tell me, have you ever been at Pifa?

Ped. Ay, Sir, in Pifa have I often been;
Pifa, 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 count'nance fomewhat doth resemble you.
Bion. As much as an apple doth an oyster, and all

one.

Tra. To fave 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 fhall you undertake,

And in my house you shall be friendly lodg'd:

[Afide.

Look,

Look, that you take upon You as you should.
You understand me, Sir: fo fhall you ftay,
'Till you have done your business in the city.
If this be court'fy, 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 instruct you:Go with Me, Sir, to clothe you as becomes you. [Exeunt.

Enter Catharina and Grumio.

Gru. Cath. The more my wrong, the more his O, no, forfooth, I dare not for my life.

fpite appears:

What, did he marry me to famish me?
Beggars, that come unto my father's door,
Upon intreaty, have a prefent alms;

If not, elsewhere they meet with charity:
But I, who never knew how to intreat,
Nor never needed that I fhould intreat,
Am ftarv'd for meat, giddy for lack of fleep;
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 would fay, if I should fleep or eat
'Twere deadly sickness, or else present death:
I pr'ythee go, and get me fome repaft;
I care not what, fo it be wholefome 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 broil'd?

VOL. III.

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