SCENE III. Enter Petruchio. Pet. Thus have I politickly begun my reign, To make her come, and know her keeper's call: And here I'll fling the pillow, there the bolster, And, in conclufion, she shall watch all night : And thus I'll curb her mad and headstrong humour, [Exit. 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. 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, 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! For me, that I may furely keep mine oath, VOL. II. I will + " I will be married to a wealthy widow, Ere three days pafs, which has as long lov'd me, Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, 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. [Exit Hor. 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, 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; Ped. Of Mantua. Tra. Of Mantua, fir, fay you? god forbid! Ped. My life, fir! how, I pray? for that goes hard. Tra. Among them, know you one Vincentio? 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 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 Tra. Then go with me to make the matter good. 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. ACT |