I will with you, if you be fo contented, Hor. See how they kiffe and court: fignior Lucentio, Tra. And heere I take the like vnfained oath, Neuer to marrie with her, though fhe would intreate, Fie on her, fee how beaftly fhe doth court him. Hor. Would all the world but he had quite forfworne For me, that I may furely keepe mine oath. I will be married to a wealthy widdow, Ere three dayes paffe, which hath as long lou'd me, Kindnesse in women, not their beauteous lookes In refolution, as I fwore before. Tra. Miftris Bianca, bleffe you with fuch grace, As longeth to a louers bleffed cafe: Nay, I haue tane you napping gentle loue, And haue forfworne you with Hortenfio. Bian. Tranio you iest, but haue you both forfworne me? Tra. Miftris we haue. Luc. Then we are rid of Lifio. Tra. I'faith hee'l haue à luftie widdow now, That shall be woo'd, and wedded in a day. Bian. God giue him ioy. Tra. I, and hee'l tame her. Bian. He fayes fo Tranio. Tra. Faith he is gon vnto the taming schoole. Bian. The taming fchoole: what is there fuch a place? Tra. Tra. I miftris, and Petruchio is the master, Enter Biondello. Bion. Oh master, master I haue watcht fo long, An antient angell comming downe the hill, Tra. What is he Biondello? Bion. Master, a marcantant, or a pedant, Tra. If he be credulous, and truft my tale, And giue affurance to Baptifta Minola, As if he were the right Vincentio. Par. Take me your loue, and then let me alone. Enter a Pedant. Ped. God faue you fir. Tra. And you fir, you are welcome, Trauaile you farre on or are you at the farthest ? Ped. Sir at the farthest for a weeke or two, But then vp farther, and as farre as Rome, Tra. Of Mantua fir, marrie God forbid, And come to Padua carelesse of your life. Ped. My life fir? how I pray? for that goes hard. Tra. Tra. 'Tis death for any one in Mantua Ped. Alas fir, it is worfe for me then fo, you. First tell me, haue you euer beene at Pifa? Ped. I fir, in Pifa haue I often bin, Pifa renowned for graue citizens. Tra. Among them know you one Vincentio ? Ped. I know him not, but I haue heard of him : 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. Tra. To faue your life in this extremitie, This fauor will I doe you for his fake, And thinke it not the worst of all your fortunes, That you are like to Sir Vincentio. His name and credit fhall you vndertake, And in my houfe you fhall be friendly lodg'd, Ped. Oh fir I doe, and will repute you euer Tra. Tra. Then goe with me, to make the matter good, Actus Quartus. Scœna Prima. Enter Katherina and Grumio. Gru. No, no forfooth I dare not for my life. Exeunt Kat. The more my wrong, the more his spite appeares. What, did he marrie me to famish me? Beggers that come vnto my fathers doore, If not, elsewhere they meete with charitie : Am ftaru'd for meate, giddie for lacke of fleepe: As who fhonld fay if I should sleepe or eate, Gru. What fay you to a neats foote? Kate. 'Tis paffing good, I prethee let me haue it. Gru. Gru. I cannot tell, I feare 'tis chollericke. What fay you to a peece of beefe and mustard? Kate. A difh that I do loue to feede vpon. Gru. I but the muftard is too hot a little. Kate. Why then the beefe, and let the mustard rest. Kate. Then both or one, or any thing thou wilt. That feed'ft me with the verie name of meate. That triumph thus vpon my miferie: Go get thee gone I say. Beats him. Enter Petruchio, and Hortenfio with meate. Petr. How fares my Kate, what fweeting all a-mort? Kate. Faith as cold as can be. Pet. Plucke vp thy fpirits, looke cheerefully vpon me. Heere loue, thou feeft how diligent I am, To dreffe thy meate myselfe, and bring it thee. I am fure fweet Kate, this kindneffe merits thankes. Kate. I pray you let it stand. Pet. The pooreft feruice is repaide with thankes, And fo fhall mine before you touch the meate. Kate. I thanke you fir. Hor. Signior Petruchio, fie you are to blame : Come miftris Kate, Ile beare you companie. Petr. |