Where's my spaniel Troilus ?-Sirrah, get you hence, [Servant lets the ewer fall. You whorfon villain! will you let it fall? [Strikes him. Cat. Patience, I pray you, 'twas a fault unwilling. Pet. A whorfon, beetle-headed, flap-ear'd knave!Come, Kate, fit down; I know you have a stomach. [Seats her by him Will you give thanks, fweet Kate, or elfe fhall I What is this? mutton? 1. S. Ay. Pet. Who brought it? 1. S. I. Pet. 'Tis burnt; and fo is all the reft o'th' meat:- There, take it to you, trenchers, cups, and all ; For it engenders choler, planteth anger: [Exit, leading out Cat. Cur. follows. The extravagant degree of tyranny and caprice, exhibited by Petruchio, is admirably conceived, and equally expreffed; it requires great force and variety in action. 1. S. [advancing.] Peter, didft ever see the like? 5. S. He kills her In her own humour. Re-enter Curtis. Gru. Where is he? Cur. In her chamber, Making a fermon of continency to her: And rails, and fwears, and rates; that fhe, poor fouf, Knows not which way to ftand, to look, to speak ; And fits as one new-rifen from a dream. Away, away! for he is coming hither. Re-enter Petruchio. Pet. Thus have I politicly begun my reign, And 'tis my hope to end fuccefsfully: [Exeunt. "My faulcon now is fharp, and paffing empty; I'll find about the making of the bed; And here I'll fling the pillow, there the bolter, That all is done in rev'rend care of her; And thus I'll curb her mad and head-strong humour: [Exit. Petruchio, in this fpeech, fhows policy, fpirit, and good fenfe; the lines, however, which we have marked, may well be spared, for G 3 the ACT IV. SCENE I. Padua. Before Baptifta's House.. Enter Lucentio and Bianca, courting; and, on the oppofite fide, Tranio and Hortenfio I TRANIO. S'T poffible, friend Licio, that Bianca I tell you, fir, fhe bears me fair in hand. Hor. To fatisfy you, fir, in what I have faid, Stand by, and mark the manner of his teaching. [They retire. Luc. Now, miftrefs, profit you in what you read ? Bia. What, master, read you? first resolve me that. Luc. I read that I profefs, the art to love. Bia. And may you prove, fir, master of your art! Luc. While you, fweet dear, prove mistress of my [Court apart. Hor. Marry, quick proceeders!-Tell me now, I [Advancing. heart. pray, You that durft fwear your mistress fair Bianca Lov'd none i'th' world fo well as her Lucentio ? I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful. Hor. Miftake no more: I am not Licio But one that fcorn to live in this disguise, Tra. Signior Hortenfia, 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. the performer's fake, and are not very valuable to the reader; from this husband and his man Grumio, the third act gains remarkable vivacity, Hor. See, how they kifs and court!-Signior Lucentio, Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow Never to woo her more; but do forfwear her, "Tra. And here I take the like unfeigned oath, "Never to marry her, though fhe would entreat : "Fie on her fee, how beastly she doth court him. "Hor. 'Would, all the world, but he, had quite for"fworn! "For me, that I may furely keep mine oath, "I will be marry'd to a wealthy widow, "Ere three days pafs; which hath as long lov'd me, Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, In refolution as I fwore before. [Exit Hor. Tra. Miftrefs Bianca, [paffing to the other fide.] blefs. you with fuch grace As 'longeth to a lover's blessed cafe! Nay, I have ta'en you napping, gentle love; And have forfworn you, with Hortenfio. Bia. 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 fhall be woo'd and wedded in a day. Bia. God give him joy! Tra. Ay, and he'll tame her. Bia. He fays fo, Tranio. Tra. 'Faith, he is gone unto the taming school. Bia. The taming fchool! what, is there fuch a place? That teacheth tricks eleven and twenty long,- "Enter Biondello, running. "Bio. O, mafter, mafter, I have watch'd so long "That I'm dog-weary; but at laft I spy'd "An ancient engle coming down the hill, G4 " Will "Will ferve the turn. "Tra. What is he, Biondello? "Bio. Mafter, a mercatante, or a pedant, "I know not what; but formal in apparel, "In gait and countenance furely like a father. "Luc. What of him, Tranio? "Tra. 'If he be credulous, and truft my tale, "I'll make him glad to feem Vincentio ; "And give assurance to Baptifta Minola, "As if he were the right Vincentio. "Take in your love, and then let me alone: [Exeunt Luc, and Bia. "Enter a Pedant. "Ped. Heav'n 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 Heav'n lend une life, "Tra. What countryman, I pray? "Ped. Of Mantua. "Tra. Of Mantua, fir?—marry now, heav'n 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 in Mantua "To come to Padua; know you not the caufe ? |