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You heedless jolt-heads, and unmanner'd saves!
What do you grumble? I'll be with you straight.

Cath. I pray you, husband, be not so disquiet;
The meat was well, if you were fo contented.

Pet. I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dry'd away. And I expresly am forbid to touch it: For it engenders choler, planteth anger; And better 'twere, that both of us did fast, Since, of ourselves, ourselves are cholerick, Then feed it with such over-rosted flesh : Be patient, for to-morrow't shall be mended, And for this night we'll fast for company. Come, I will bring thee to thy bridal chamber. (Exeunt.

Enter Servants severally. Nath. Peter, didst ever seek the like? Peter. He kills her in her own humour. Gru. Where is he?

Enter Curtis, a Servant. Curt. In her chamber, making a fermon of continency

to her,
And rails and swears, and rates : that she, poor Soul,
Knows not which way to stand, to look, to speak,
And sits as one new-risen from a dream.
Away, away, for he is coming hither. [Exeunt.

Enter Petruchio.
Pet. Thus have I politickly begun my reign,
And 'tis my hope to end fuccefsfully:
My faulcon now is sharp, and pafling empty,
And till she stoop, fe 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 keepers' Call:
That is, to watch her, as we watch these kites,
That bait and beat, and will not be obedient.
She ate no meat to day, nor none shall eat.
Laft night she fept not, nor to night fhall 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 conclusion, the fall watch all night :
And, if she 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 headitrong humour.
He that knows better how to tame a Shrew,
Now let him speak, 'tis charity to fhew. [Exit.

SCE N E, before Baptista's tlouse.

Enter Tranio and Hortenfio.


S't poffible, friend Licio, that Bianca (16)

Doth fancy any other but Lucentio ?
I tell you, Sir, le bears me fair in hand.


(16) Is't polible, friend Licio, &c.] This Scene, Mr. Pope, upon what Authority I cannot pretend to guess, has in his Editions made the First of the Fifib Act: in doing which, he has shewn the very Power and Force of Criticism. The Consequence of this judicious Regulation is, that two unpardonable Ablurdities are fix'd upon the Author, which he could not pollibiy have committed. For, in the first Place, by this shuffing the Scenes out of their true Position, we find Hertensio, in the fourth Act, already gone from Baprifia's to Petruchio's Country house ; and afterwards in the beginning of the fifth Act we find him first forming the Resolution of quitting Bianca; and Tranio immediately informs us, he is gone to the Taming School to Petrucbio. There is a Figure, indeed, in Rhetorick, call’d, és pox wgóregous But this is an Abuse of it, which the Rhetoricians will never adopt upon Mr. Pope's Authority. Again, by this Misplacing,


Hor. To fatisfy you, Sir, in what I said, Stand by, and mark the manner of his teaching.

[T bey ftand by.

Enter Bianca and Lucentio.

Luc. Now, mistress, profit you in what you read !
Bian. What, master, read you ? firft, resolve me that.
Luc. I read that I protefs, the art of Love.
Bian. And may you prove, Sir, master of your art!
Lac, While you, sweet dear, prove miltrefs of my heart,

[They retire backward. Hor. Quick proceeders ! marry ! now, tell me, I pray, you

that durft swear that your mistress Bianca loved none in the world to well as Lucentio.

Fra. Despightfui love, unconftant womankind !
I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful.

Hor. Millake no more, I am not Licio,
Nor a musician, as I seem to be ;
But one that scorn to live in this disguise
For fuch a one as leaves a gentleman,
And makes a God of such a cullion;
Know, Sir, that I am called Hortenfio.

Tra. Signior Hortenfio, I have often heard
Of your entire affection to Bianca;
And since mine eyes are witness of her lightness,
I will with



you be so contented, Forfwear Bianca and her love for ever.

Hor. See, how they kiss and court!--Signior Lucentio,

the Pedant makes his first Entrance, and quits the Stage with Iranio in order to go and dress himself like Vincentio, whom be was to personate: but his second Entrance is upon the very Heels of his Exit; and without any Interval of an AEt, or one Word intervening, he comes out again equipped like Vincentio. If such a Critick be fit to publish a Stage-Writer, I shall not envy Mr, Pope's Admirers, if they should think fit to applaud his Sagacity. I have replaced the Scenes in that Order, in which I found them in the old Books.


Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow
Never to woo her more ; but to forswear her,
As one unworthy all the former favours,
That I have fondly Aatter'd her withal.

Tra. And here I take the like unfeigned oath,
Never to marry her, tho' The intreat.
Fy on her ! see, how beastly the doth court him.

Hor. 'Would all the world but he, had quite forsworn her!
For me, that I may surely keep mine oath,
I will be married to a wealthy widow,
Ere three days pass, which has as long lov'd me,
As I have lov'd this proud disdainful haggard.
And so farewel, Signior Lucentio.
Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,
Shall win my love : and so I take my leave,
In resolution as I swore before.

[Exit Hor. Tra. Mistress Bianca, bless you

with such

As longeth to a lover's blessed case :
Nay, I have ta’en you napping, gentle love,
And have forsworn you with Hortenfio.

[Lucentio and Bianca come forward.
Bian. Tranio, you jeft: but have you both forsworn me?
Tra. Mistress, we have.
Luc. Then we are rid of Licio.

Tra, l'faith, he'll have a lusty widow now,
That shall be woo'd and wedded in a day.

Biar. God give him joy!
Tra. Ay, and he'll tame her.
Bian. He says so, Tranio.
Tra. 'Faith, he's gone unto the Taming school.
Bian. The Taming school what, is there such a place i

Tra. Ay, mistress, and Petruchio is the master,
That teacheth tricks eleven and twenty long,
To tame a Shrew, and charm her chattering tongue.

Enter Biondello, running.

Bian. Oh master, mater, I have watch'd so long,

That I'm dog-weary; but at laft I spied (17)
An ancient Engle, going down the hill,
Will serve the turn.

Tra. What is he, Biondello ?

Bion. Matter, a mercantant, or else a pedant; I know not what; but formal in apparel ; (18) In gaite and countenance surly like a father.

Luc. And what of him, Tranio?

Tra. If he be credulous, and trust my tale,
I'll make him glad to seem Vincentio,
And give him assurance to Baptista Minola,
As if he were the right Vincentio :
Take in your love, and then let me alone.

[Exeunt Lucentio and Bianca,

Enter a Pedant,

Ped. God save you, Sir.

Tra. And you, Sir; you are welcome : Travel you far on, or are you at the fartheft ?


-but at last I Spied
An ancient Angel going down the Hill,

Will serve the turn.] Tho' all the printed Copies agree in this Reading, I am confident, that Shakespeare intended no Profanation here ; nor indeed any Compliment to this old Man who was to be impos'd upon, and made a Property of. The Word I have restored, certainly retrieves the Author's Meaning : and means, either in its first signification, a Burdash ; (for the Word is of Spanish Extraction, Ingle, which is equivalent to inguen of the Latins, ;) or, in its metaphorical Sense, a Gull, a Cully, one fit to be made a Tool of.



but formal in Apparel ; In Gate and Counterance surely like a Father.] I have made bold to read, furly; and surely, I believe, I am right in doing so. Our Poet always represents his Pedants, imperious and magisterial. " Besides, Tranio's Directions to the Pedant for his Behaviour vouch for my Emendation.

'Tis well; and hold your own in any case,
With fuch Austerity as longeth to a Father.


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