And 'tis my hope to end successfully:

My faulcon now is sharp, and passing empty;

And, till she stoop, she must not be full-gorg'd, 190
For then she never looks upon her lure.
Another way I have to man my haggard,

To make her come, and know her keeper's call;
That is to watch her, as we watch these kites,
That bate, and beat, and will not be obedient.
She eat no meat to-day, nor none shall eat ;
Last night she slept not, nor to-night she 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, 200
This way the coverlet, another way the sheets :-
Ay, and amid this hurly, I intend,

That all is done in reverend care of her;

And, in conclusion, she shall watch all night:
And, if she chance to nod, I'll rail and brawl,
And with the clamour keep her still awake.
This is a way to kill a wife with kindness;

And thus I'll curb her mad and head-strong hu

mour :

He that knows better how to tame a shrew,
Now let him speak; 'tis charity, to shew.

[Exit.

SCENE

SCENE II.

Before BAPTISTA's House. Enter TRANIO, and HOR

TENSIO.

Tra. Is't possible, friend Licio, that mistress Bianca Doth fancy any other but Lucentio ?

I tell you, sir, she bears me fair in hand.

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Hor. Sir, to satisfy you in what I have said, Stand by, and mark the manner of his teaching. [They stand 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 so well as Lucentio,

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Tra. O despightful love! unconstant womankind!

I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful.

Hor. Mistake 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-Hortensio.

Tra. Signior 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 for ever.

Hor. See, how they kiss and court !-
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 favours
That I have fondly flatter'd her withal.

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Signior

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Tra. And here I take the like unfeigned oathNever to marry her, though she would entreat : Fye 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 marry'd to a wealthy widow,

Ere three days pass; which hath as long lov'd me, As I have lov'd this proud disdainful haggard : And so farewel, signior Lucentio.

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Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,
Shall win my love :-and so I take my leave,
In resolution as I swore before. [Exit HORTEN.
Tra. Mistress Bianca, bless
with such grace
As 'longeth to a lover's blessed case!

you

Nay, I have ta'en you napping, gentle love;

And

And have forsworn you, with Hortensio.

[LUCENTIO and BIANCA come forward.

Bian. Tranio, you jest; 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.

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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- 269 To tame a shrew, and charm her chattering tongue.

Enter BIONDELLO, running.

Bion. Oh master, master, I have watch'd so long That I'm dog-weary; but at last I spied

An ancient angel coming down the hill,
Will serve the turn.

Tra. What is he, Biondello ?

Bion. Master, a mercatanté, 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;

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And give assurance to Baptista Minola,
As if he were the right Vincentio.

Take in your love, and then let me alone.

[Exeunt LUCENTIO, and BIANCA.

Enter a Pedant.

Ped. God save you, sir!

Tra. 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?

Ped. Of Mantua.

Tra. Of Mantua, sir?-marry, God forbid! And come to Padua, careless of your life?

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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 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 ;-

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