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SCENE IJ. Padua. Before Baptista's House.
Enter TRANIO and HORTENSIO.
Hor. Sir, to satisfy you in what I have said,
[They stand aside. 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 to love. Bian. And may you prove, sir, master of your art! Luc. While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of my heart.
[They retire. Hor. Quick proceeders, marry! Now tell me, I pray, You that dost swear that your mistress Bianca Loved none in the world so well as Lucentio.
Tra. O despiteful love! unconstant womankind !
Hor. Mistake no more. I am not Licio,
Tra. Seignior Hortensio, I have often heard
Hor. See how they kiss and court ! - Seignior Lucentio,
Tra. And here I take the like unfeigned oath, — Ne'er to marry with her though she would entreat. 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,I will be married to a wealthy widow, Ere three days pass; which hath as long loved me,
As I have loved this proud, disdainful haggard.
Bian. Tranio, you jest. But have you both forsworn me?
Then we are rid of Licio.
Bian. God give him joy !
He says so, Tranio.
Tra. Ay, mistress, and Petruchio is the master;
Enter BIONDELLO, running.
What is he, Biondello?
Tra. If he be credulous, and trust my tale,
[Exeunt LUCENTU and BIANCA.
Enter a Pedant.
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.
Tra. What countryman, I pray?
Ped. My life, sir ! how, I pray? for that goes hard.
Tra. 'Tis death for any one in Mantua
Ped. Alas, sir, it is worse for me than so;
Tra. Well, sir, to do you courtesy,
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 sooth to say, In countenance somewhat doth resemble you. Bion. As much as an apple doth an oyster, and all one.
[Aside. Tra. To save your life in this extremity, This favor will I do you for his sake; 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 lodged.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, sir, accept of it.
Ped. O sir, I do; and will repute you ever
Tra. Then go with me, to make the matter good.
'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.
SCENE III. A Room in Petruchio's House.
Enter KATHARINA and GRUMIO.
Kath. The more my wrong, the more his spite appears.
Gru. What say you to a neat's foot ? Kath. 'Tis passing good; I pr’ythee let me have it. Gru. I fear it is too choleric à meat.How say you to a fat tripe, finely broiled ?
Kath. I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me.
Gru. I cannot tell; I fear 'tis choleric.
Kath. A dish that I do love to feed upon.
Kath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt.
Pet. How fares my Kate? What, sweeting, all amort?
Hor. Mistress, what cheer ?
'Faith, as cold as can be.
[Sets the dish on a table. 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 sorted to no 'proof.Here, take away this dish. Kath. .
. Pray you, let it stand. Pet. The poorest service is repaid 'with thanks ; And so shall mine, before you touch the meat.
Kath. I thank you, sir.
Hor. Seignior Petruchio, fie! you are to blame:
Hab. Here is the cap your worship did bespeak.
Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer!
Kath. I'll have no bigger; this doth fit the time,
Pet. When you are gentle, you shall have one too, And not till then. Hor.
That will not be in haste. [Aside. Kath. Why, sir, I trust I may have leave to speak;