SCENE IJ. Padua. Before Baptista's House.

Tra. Is't possible, friend Licio, that Bianca
Doth fancy any other but Lucentio ?
I tell you, sir, she bears me fair in hand.

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

[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 !
I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful.

Hor. Mistake no more. I am not Licio,
Nor a inusician, 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 called — Hortensio.

Tra. Seignior Hortensio, I have often heard
Of your 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 forever.

Hor. See how they kiss and court ! - Seignior Lucentio,
Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow –
Never to woo her more; but do forswear her,
As one unworthy all the former favors
That I have fondly flattered her withal.

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.
And so farewell, seignior Lucentio.-
Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,
Shall win my love; - and so I take my leave,
In resolution as I swore before.

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.

Bian. Tranio, you jest. But have you both forsworn me?
Tra. Mistress, we have.

Then we are rid of Licio.
Tra. I'faith, he'll have a lusty widow now,
That shall be wooed and wedded in a day.

Bian. God give him joy !
Tra. Ay, and he'll tame her.

He says so, Tranio.
Tra. 'Faith, he is 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. O master, master, I have watched so long
That I'm dog-weary; but at last I spied
An ancient angel coming down the hill
Will serve the turn.

What is he, Biondello?
Bion. Master, a mercatante, or 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 assurance to Baptista Minola,
As if he were the right Vincentio.
Take in your love, and then let me alone.


Enter a Pedant.
Ped. God save you, sir!

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?

Of Mantua.
Tra. Of Mantua, sir?- Marry, 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 stayed at Venice; and the duke
(For privato quarrel 'twixt your duke and him)
Hath published and proclaimed it openly.
'Tis marvel; but that you're but newly come,
You might have heard it else proclaimed about.

Ped. Alas, sir, it is worse for me than so;
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;
Pisa, 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 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
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 looked 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.


SCENE III. A Room in Petruchio's House.

Gru. No, no; forsooth; I dare not, for my life.

Kath. The more my wrong, the more his spite appears.
What, did he marry me to famish me?
Beggars that come unto my father's door,
Upon entreaty, have a present alms;
If not elsewhere they meet with charity :
But I—who never knew how to entreat-
Am starved for meat, giddy for lack of sleep;
With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fed :
And that whieh spites me more than all these wants,
He does it under name of perfect love;
As who should say,- if I should sleep, or eat,
'Twere deadly sickness, 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 ? 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.
What say you to a piece of beef, and mustard ?

Kath. A dish that I do love to feed upon.
Gru. Ay, but the mustard is too hot a little.
Kath. 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 Grumio.

Kath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt.
Gru. Why, then the mustard without the beef.
Kath. Go, get thee gone, thou false, deluding slave,

[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.
Enter PETRUCHIO, with a dish of meat; and HORTENSIO,

Pet. How fares my Kate? What, sweeting, all amort?

Hor. Mistress, what cheer ?

'Faith, as cold as can be.
Pet. Pluck up thy spirits, look cheerfully upon mc.
Here, love; thou see'st how diligent I am,
To dress thy meat myself, and bring it thee.

[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:
Come, mistress Kate, I'll bear you company.
Pet. Eat it up all, Hortensio, if thou lovest me.-

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 silken coats, and caps, and golden rings,
With ruffs, and cuffs, and farthingales, and things:
With scarfs, and fans, and double change of bravery,
With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knavery.
What, hast thou dined? The tailor stays thy leisure,
To deck thy body with his ruffling treasure.

Enter Tailor.
Come, tailor, let us see these ornaments;

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

Hab. Here is the cap your worship did bespeak.

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, a trick, a baby's cap.
Away with it; come, let me have a bigger.

Kath. 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 haste. [Aside. Kath. Why, sir, I trust I may have leave to speak;


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