Oh that once more you knew but what you are: 1 Man. Oh yes my lord, but verie idle words And fay you would prefent her at the leete, Beg. I, the womans maid of the house. 3 Man. Why fir you know no house, nor no fuch maid Nor no fuch men as you haue reckon'd VP, As Stephen Slie, and old John Naps of Greece, Which neuer were, nor no man euer faw. Beg. Now Lord be thanked for my good amends. All. Amen. Enter Ladie with attendants. Beg. I thanke thee, thou shalt not loose by it. Beg. Marrie I fare well, for heere is cheere enough. Lady. Heere noble lord, what is thy will with her Beg. Are you my wife and will not call mee husband? My men fhould call mee lord, I am your good-man. Lady. My husband and my lord, my lord and husband I am your wife in all obedience. Beg. I know it well, what must I call her? Lord. Madam. Beg. Beg. Alce madam, or Ione madam ? Lord. Madam, and nothing else, fo lords call ladies. Beg. 'Tis much, feruants leaue me and her alone : Lady. Thrice noble lord, let me intreate of you . For your phyfitions have expressely charg'd, Beg. I, It stands fo that I may hardly tarry fo long: But I would be loth to fall into my dreames againe: I will therefore tarrie in defpight of the flesh and the blood. Enter a Messenger. Mell. Your honors players hearing your amendment, Are come to play a pleafant comedie, For fo your doctors hold it verie meete, Seeing too much fadneffe hath congeal'd your blood, Therefore they thought it good you heare a play, Which barres a thousand harmes and lengthens life. Beg. Marrie I will let them play, it is not a commontie, a Christmas gambold, or a tumbling tricke? Lady. No my good lord, it is more pleasing stuffe. Beg. What houshold ftuffe. Lady. It is a kind of history. Beg. Well, we'l fee't: Cow Com madam wife fit by my fide, And let the world flip, wee shall nere be yonger. Flourish. Enter Lucentio, and his man Triano. Luc. Tranio, fince for the great defire I had Gaue me my being, and my father first A merchant of great trafficke through the world: Viccentio's fonne, brought vp in Florence, It shall become to ferue all hopes conceiu'd Tell me thy minde, for I haue Pisa left, Tra. Me pardinato, gentle maister mine: Let's Let's be no ftoickes, nor no stockes I pray, As Quid; be an out-caft quite abiur'd: Balke logicke with acquaintance that you haue, Fall to them as you finde your stomacke ferues you : Luc. Gramercies Tranio, well doft thou aduife, If Biondello thou wert come afhore, And take a lodging fit to entertaine Such friendes (as time) in Padua fhall beget. But stay a while, what companie is this? Tra. Mafter fome fhew to welcome vs to towne. Enter Baptifta with and his two daughters, Katerina Bianca, Gremio a pantelowne, Hortentio fifter to Bianca. Lucen Tranio, ftand by. Bap. Gentlemen importune me no farther, Because I know you well, and loue you well, Leaue fhall you have to court her at your pleasure. Kate. I pray you fir, is it your will To make a stale of me amongst these mates? Hor. Mates maid, how meane you that? No No mates for you, Vnleffe you were of gentler milder mould. Kate. I faith fir, you shall neuer need to feare, But if it were, doubt not, her care should be, Hor. From all fuch diuels, good Lord deliuer vs. Gre. And me too, good Lord. Tra. Husht master, heeres fome good pastime toward; Lucen. But in the others filence do I fee, Maids milde behauiour and fobrietie. Peace Tranio. Tra. Well faid Mr. mum, and gaze your fill. Bap. Gentlemen, that I may foone make good And let it not displease thee good Bianca, For I will loue thee nere the leffe my girle. Kate. A pretty peate, it is best put finger in the eye, and fhe knew why. Bian. Sifter content you in my discontent. Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe : My bookes and inftruments fhall be my companie, On them to looke, and practise by my felfe. Luc. Harke Tranio, thou maist heare Minerua speak. Sorrie am I that our good will effects Bianca's greefe. Gre. Why will you mew her vp (Signior Baptifta) for this fiend of hell, And make her beare the pennance of her tongue. And |