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SCENE III.

Enter Petruchio.

Pet. Thus have I politickly begun my reign,
And 'tis my hope to end fuccefsfully:
My faulcon now is sharp, and paffing empty ;
And, till fhe ftoop, fhe must not be full gorg'd,
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 thefe kites,
That bait, 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 shall not :
As with the meat, fome undeserved fault
I'll find about the making of the bed:

And here I'll fling the pillow, there the bolster,
This way the coverlet, that way the sheets:
Ay, and, amid this hurly, I'll pretend
That all is done in reverend care of her;

And, in conclufion, she shall watch all night :
And, if the 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 headstrong humour,
He that knows better how to tame a fhrew,
Now let him speak; 'tis charity to shew.

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I tell you, fir, fhe bears me fair in hand.

Hor. To fatisfy you, fir, in what I said,

Stand by, and mark the manner of his teaching.

Enter Bianca, and Lucentio.

Luc. Now, miftress, profit you in what you read?
Bian. What, mafter, read you? first, resolve me that.
Luc. I read that I profefs, the art of love.

Bian. And may you prove, fir, master of your art!

Luc. While you, fweet dear, prove mistress of my heart. Hor. Quick proceeders! marry! now tell me, I pray, you that durst swear that your mistress Bianca lov'd none in the world fo well as Lucentio.

Tra. O defpiteful love! unconftant womankind!

I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful.

Hor. Mistake no more; I am not Licio,

Nor a musician, as I feem to be,

But one that scorn to live in this disguise,
For fuch a one as leaves a gentleman,
And makes a god of fuch a cullion :
Know, fir, that I am call'd Hortenfio.

Tra. Signior Hortenfio, I have often heard

Of your entire affection to Bianca;

And fince mine eyes are witness 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. Signior Lucentió,

Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow

Never to woo her more, but do forfwear her

As one unworthy all the former favours

That I have fondly flatter'd her withal.

Tra. And here I take the like unfeigned oath,

Never to marry her, though fhe entreat.

Fie on her! see how beastly she doth court him.

Hor. Would all the world, but he, had quite forfworn her!

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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 disdainful haggard,
And fo farewel, fignior Lucentio.

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,
Shall win my love: and fo I take my leave,

In refolution as I fwore before.

Tra. Miftrefs Bianca, bless you with such grace,

As 'longeth to a lover's bleffed cafe!

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

And have forfworn you with Hortenfio.

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Bian, Tranio, you jeft: but have you both forfworn 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 is gone unto the taming fchool.

Bian. The taming school! what, is there fuch a place?

Tra. Ay, miftrefs, and Petruchio is the mafter,

That teacheth tricks eleven and twenty long,

To tame a fhrew, and charm her chattering tongue.

SCENE V.

Enter Biondello.

Bion. O, master, master, I have watch'd fo long,
That I'm dog-weary; but at laft I fpied

An ancient engle coming 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;

In gait and countenance furly like a father.

Luc.

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 affurance to Baptifta Minola,

As if he were the right Vincentio :

Take me your love, and then let me alone. [Ex. Luc. & Bian.

Enter a Pedant.

Ped. God fave you, fir!

Tra. And you, fir! 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.

Tra. Of Mantua, fir, fay you? god forbid!
And come to Padua, careless of your life?

Ped. My life, fir! how, I pray? for that goes hard.
Tra. 'Tis death for any one of Mantua
To come to Padua; know you not the cause?
Your fhips are ftay'd at Venice: and the duke
For private quarrel 'twixt your duke and him,
Hath publifh'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, fir, it is worse for me than fo;
For I have bills for money by exchange
From Florence, and muft here deliver them.
Tra. Well, fir, to do you courtesy,
This will I do, and this will I advise you;
First, tell me, have you ever been at Pifa?
Ped. Ay, fir, in Pisa 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;

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A merchant of incomparable wealth.

Tra. He is my father, fir; and, footh to say,

In count'nance fomewhat doth resemble

you.

Bion. As much as an apple doth an oyster, and all one. [afide.

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 fir Vincentio :

His name and credit shall

you undertake, And in my house you shall be friendly lodg'd: Look that you take upon you as you should; You understand me, fir: fo fhall you stay Till you have done your business in the city. If this be court'fy, fir, accept of it.

Ped. O, fir, 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 pass affurance of a dower in marriage
'Twixt me and one Baptifta's daughter here:
In all these circumstances I'll inftruct you :

Go with me, fir, to clothe you as becomes you.

Lord. Who's within there?

Enter Servants.

[Exeunt.

[Sly fleeps.

Afleep again! go, take him eafily up, and put him in his own apparel again: but fee you wake him not in any cafe.

Serv. It fhall be done, my lord: come, help to bear him bence.

[they bear off Sly.

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