TRANIO.

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

Enter Bianca and Lucentio.

Luc. Now, mistress, profit you in what you read?

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

Luc. I read That I profefs, the art of Love.
Bian. And may you prove, Sir, mafter of your art!
Luc. While you, fweet dear, prove mistress of my
[They retire backward.

heart. Hor. Quick proceeders! marry! now, tell me, I 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 fcorn 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,

Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow
Never to woo her more; but to forfwear her,
As one unworthy all the former favours,
That I have fondly flatter'd her withal.

-Signior

Tra. And here I take the like unfeigned oath,

Never to marry her, tho' fhe intreat.

Fy on her fee, how beastly she 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 pafs, which has as long lov'd me,
As I have lov'd this proud difdainful haggard.
And fo farewel, Signior Lucentio.

Kind

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. Mistress 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 forfworn me?

Tra. Mistress, we have.

Luc. Then we are rid of Licio.

Tra. I'faith, he'll have a lufty widow now, That fhall 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 unto the Taming school. Bian. The Taming fchool? what, is there fuch a place?

Tra. Ay, miftrefs, and Petruchio is the mafter; That teacheth tricks eleven and twenty long, To tame a Shrew, and charm her chattering tongue.

Enter Biondello, running.

Bion. Oh mafter, mafter, I have watch'd fo long,

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

5 An ancient Angel going down the hill,

Will ferve the turn.

Tra. What is he, Biondello?

Bion. Mafter, a mercantant, or else a pedant;

I know not what; but formal in apparel;

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ton read En le.

In gaite and countenance furly 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 Baptifta Minòla,
As if he were the right Vincentio":

Take in your love, and then let me alone.

[Exeunt Lucentio and Bianca.

Enter a Pedant.

Ped. Cod fave you, Sir.

Tra. And you, Sir; you are welcome :
Travel you far on, or are you at the fartheft?
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.

goes

Tra. Of Mantua, Sir? God forbid!
And come to Padua, careless of your Life?
Ped. My life, Sir! how, I pray? for that
Tra. 'Tis death for any one in Mantua
To come to Padua; know you not the cause?
Your ships are ftaid 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 elfe proclaim'd about.
Ped. Alas, Sir; it is worse for me than fo;
For I have bills for mony by exchange
From Florence, and muft 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 Pifa?

hard.

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 oyfter, 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 houfe you fhall be friendly lodg'd:
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.

[Afide.

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 inftruct you: Go with me, Sir, to cloath you as becomes you.

[Exeunt.

Enter Catharina and Grumio.

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

pears:

What, did he marry me to famish me?