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She eat no meat to day, nor none shall eat.
Last night she slept not, nor to night shall not:
As with the meat, some undeserved fault
I'll find about the making of the bed.
And here I'll fling the pillow, there the bolster,
way the coverlet, that


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 the 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 headitrong humour. He that knows better how to tame a Shrew, Now let him speak, 'tis charity to shew. [Exit.


Before Baptista's House,

Enter Tranio and Hortenfio.

Tranio. S’T possible, friend Licio, that Bianca
I tell you, Sir, she bears me fair in hand.

Hor. To satisfy you, Sir, in what I said,
Stand by, and mark the manner of his teaching.

[They fand by. Enter Bianca and Lucentio, Luc. Now, mistress, profit you in what you read? Bian. What, master, read you ? first, resolve 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, sweet dear, prove mistress of my heart.

(They retire backward. Hor. Quick proceeders ! marry! now, tell me, I pray, you that durst swear that your mistress Bianca lov'd none in the world to well as Lucentio.


Tra. 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 call'd Hortenfo.

Tra. Signior Hortenho, I have often heard

entire affection to Bianca ;
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

Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow
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, tho' she intreat.
Fie on her! see, how beastly she doth court him.
Hor. 'Would all the World, but he, had quite for-

sworn her!
For me, that I may surely 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 so farewel, Signior Lucentio.
Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,
Shall win my love: and fo 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 Hortenfio.

[Lucentio and Bianca come forward. Bian. Tranio, you jeft: but have you both for

sworn me?
Tra. Mistress, we have.
Luc. Then we are rid of Licio.
Tra. I'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 so, Tranio.
Tra. 'Faith, he's gone into the Taming school.
Bian. The Taming school? what, is there such a

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.
H master, master, I have watch'd so long,


An ancient Engle, going down tbe hill,
Will serve the turn.

Tra. What is he, Biondello ?

Bion. Mafter, a mercantant, or else 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 him assurance 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 save you, Sir.


Tra. And you, Sir; you are welcome:

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, 1 pray!
Ped. Of Mantua.

Tra. Of Mantua, Sir? God forbid !
And come to Padun, 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, Şir, to do you courtesy,
That will I do, and this will I advise you ;
First, tell


you ever been at Pisa ? Ped. Ay, Sir, in Pisa have I often been; Pisa, renowned for grave citizens.

Tra. Among them 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

(Aside. 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 lodg’d:



Gru. N°c

Look, that you take upon you as you should.
You understand me, Sir: fo 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 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

Go with Me, Sir, to clothe you as becomes you.

Enter Catharina and Grumio.
O, 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 stary'd for meat, giddy for lack of sleep;
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 say, if I should sleep or eat
'Twere deadly fickness, 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 ?
Cath. 'Tis passing good; I pr’ythee, let me have it.

Gru. I fear, it is too flegmatic a meat:
How say you to a fat tripe finely broild ?
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