She eat no meat to day, nor none fhall eat. And here I'll fling the pillow, there the bolfter, Now let him speak, 'tis charity to shew. Tranio. SCENE IV, Before Baptifta's House. Enter Tranio and Hortenfio. [Exit. S'T poffible, friend Licio, that Bianca [They stand by. Enter Bianca and Lucentio, Luc. Now, miftrefs, profit you in what you read? Bian. What, mafter, read you? first, refolve 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, fweet dear, prove miftrefs of my heart. [They retire backward. Hor. Quick proceeders! marry! now, tell me, I pray 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, But One that scorn to live in this disguise Tra. Signior Hortenfio, I have often heard And fince mine eyes are witnefs of her lightness, Signior Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow Tra. And here I take the like unfeigned oath, Never to marry her, tho' fhe intreat. Fie on her! fee, how beaftly fhe doth court him. Hor. 'Would all the World, but he, had quite forfworn her! For me, that I may furely keep mine oath, Ere three days pass, which has as long lov'd me, Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, [Exit Hor. Tra. Miftrefs 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 for fworn me? Tra. Miftrefs, we have. Luc. Then we are rid of Licio. Tra. I'faith, he'll have a lufty 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 fays fo, Tranio. Tra. 'Faith, he's gone into the Taming school. Bian. The Taming school? what, is there fuch 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. Bion. Enter Biondello, running. OH mafter, mafter, I have watch'd fo long. That I'm dog-weary; but at laft I fpied An ancient Engle, going down the hill, Will ferve the turn. Tra. What is he, Biondello? Bion. Mafler, a mercantant, or else a pedant; Tra. If he be credulous, and truft my tale, Take in your love, and then let me alone. [Exeunt Luc. and Bian. Enter a Pedant. Ped. God fave you, Sir. Tra. Tra. And you, Sir; you are welcome: Ped. Of Mantua. Tra. Of Mantua, Sir? God forbid! To come to Padua; know you not the cause? Ped. Ay, Sir, in Pifa have I often been; Tra. Among them know you one Vincentio? Tra. He is my father, Sir; and, footh to say, one. Tra. To fave your life in this extremity, This favour will I do you for his fake; His name and credit fhall you undertake, And in my house you shall be friendly lodg'd: [Afide. Look, Look, that you take upon You as you should. Ped. Oh, Sir, I do; and will repute you ever 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 instruct you:Go with Me, Sir, to clothe you as becomes you. [Exeunt. Enter Catharina and Grumio. Gru. Cath. The more my wrong, the more his O, no, forfooth, I dare not for my life. fpite appears: What, did he marry me to famish me? If not, elsewhere they meet with charity: Cath. 'Tis paffing good; I pr'ythee, let me have it. How fay you to a fat tripe finely broil'd? VOL. III. H Cath. |