Forfwear Bianca and her love for ever.

-Signior Lu[centio,

Hor. See, how they kifs and court!
Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow
Never to woo her more; but do forswear 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 intreat.

Fie on her! fee, how beaftly fhe doth court him.
Hor. 'Would all the world, but he, had quite forfworn
For me, that I may furely keep mine oath,

I will be married to a wealthy widow

Ere three days pafs, which has as long lov'd me,
As I have lov'd this proud difdainful haggard.
And fo farewel, Signior Lucentio.

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,
Shall win my love and fo I take
In refolution as I fwore before.

my leave,

[her !

[Exit Hor

Tra. Mistress Bianca, blefs you with fuch grace,

As 'longeth to a lover's bleffed cafe:

Nay, I have ta'en you napping, gentle Love,

And have forfworn you with Hortenfio.

[Lucentio and Bianca come forward.

Bian. Tranio, you jeft: but have you both forfworn

Tra. Miftrefs, we have.

[me?

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's gone into the taming-school.

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, running. Bion. Oh Mafter, Mafter, I have watch'd fo long, That I'm dog-weary; but at laft I fpy'd An ancient engle, going down the hill,

Will ferve the turn.

Tra. What is he, Biondello?

Bion. Mafter, a mercantant, or elfe a pedant;
I know not what; but formal in apparel;
In gate and countenance furely like a father.
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 in your love, and then let me alone.

[Exeunt Luc. and Bian,

Tra. And you, Sir; 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 God lend me life.
Tra. What countryman, I pray?!
Ped. Of Mantua.

Tra. Of Mantua, Sir? God forbid !
And come to Padua, careless of your life?

Ped. My life, Sir! how, I pray? for that goes hard.
Tra. 'Tis death for any one in Mantua

To come to Padua. Know you not the caufe?
Your fhips are ftaid at Venice, and the Duke
(For private quarrel 'twixt your Duke and hin)
Hath publish'd and proclaim'd it openly:
'Tis marvel, but that you're but newly come,
You might have heard it elfe proclaim'd about.
Ped. Alas, Sir; it is worfe for me than fo;
For I have bills for money by exchange
From Florence, and muft here deliver them.

Tra. Well, Sir, to do you courtesy, This will I do, and this will I advife you; First, tell me, have you ever been at Pisa? Ped. Ay, Sir, in Pifa have I often been; Pifa, renowned for grave citizens.

Tra. Among them know you one Vincentio ?

Ped. I know him not, but I have heard of him;

A merchant of incomparable wealth.

Tra. He is my father, Sir; and, footh to fay, In count'nance fomewhat doth refemble you.

Bion. As much as an apple doth an oyfter, and all

one.

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,
That you are like to Sir Vincentio..

His name and credit fhall

you

undertake,

And in my houfe you fhall be friendly lodg'd::
Look, that you take upon you as you should.
You understand me, Sir: fo fhall you ftay,
Till you have done your bufinefs in the city.
If this be court'fy, Sir, accept of it.

[Afide

Ped. Oh, Sir, I do; and will repute you ever. The patron of my life and liberty.

Tra. Then go with me to make the matter good,, This by the way I let you understand, My father is here look'd for every day,. To pafs affurance of a dower in marriage 'Twixt me and one Baptifta's daughter here: In all these circumftances. I'll. inftruct you :. Go with me, Sir, to clothe you as becomes you. [Exeunt SCENE VI. Enter Catharina and. Grumio. Gru. No, no, forfooth; I dare not for my life. Cath. The more my wrong, the more his fpite ap What, did he marry me to famish me?

Beggars that come unto my father's door,

Upon intreaty, have a prefent alms;

Ipears

If not, elfewhere they meet with charity :
But I, who never knew how to intreat,
Nor never needed that I should intreat,
Am ftarv'd for meat, giddy for lack of fleep
With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fed
And that, which fpites me more than all these wants
He does it under name of perfect love;

As who would fay, if I fhould fleep or eat,
"Twere.deadly fickness, or elfe. prefent death.
Ipr'ythee, go, and get me fome repaft;,

I care not what, fo it be wholesome food.
Gru. What fay you to a neat's foot?

Cath. 'Tis paffing good; I pr'ythee, let me have it. Gru. I fear it is too flegmatic a meat. How fay you to a fat tripe finely broil'd?

Cath. I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me. Gru. I cannot tell ;-I fear it's choleric: What fay you to a piece of beef and mustard? Cath. A difh that I do love to feed upon. Gru. Ay, but the muftard is too hot a little. Cath. Why then the beef, and let the muftard reft. Gru. Nay, then I will not; you fhall have the muOr elfe you get no beef of Grumio.

[ftard, Cath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt. Gru. Why then the muftard without the beef. Cath. Go, get thee gone, thou falfe deluding flave, [Beats him. That feed'ft me with the very name of meat : Sorrow on thee, and all the pack of you, That triumph thus upon my mifery! Go, get thee gone, I fay.

Enter Petruchio and Hortenfio, with meat.

Pet. How fares my Kate? what, fweeting, all amort
Hor. Miftrefs, what cheer?

Cath. 'Faith, as cold as can be.

Pet. Pluck up thy fpirits; look chearfully upon me; Here, Love, thou feeft how diligent I am

To drefs thy meat myself, and bring it thee:

I'm fure, fweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks.
What, not a word? nay then, thou lov'ft it not:
And all my pains is forted to no proof.

Here, take

away the dish.

Cath. I pray you, let it ftand.

Pet. The pooreft fervice is repaid with thanks, And fo fhall mine before you touch the meat. Cath. I thank you, Sir.

Hor. Signior Petruchio, fie, you are to blame: Come, Mistress Kate, I'll bear you company.

Pet. Eat it up all, Hortenfio, if thou loveft me ;

Much good do it unto thy gentle heart;

Kate, eat apace.

And now, my honey-love,

Will we return unto thy father's house,

And revel it as bravely as the best,

[Afide.

With filken coats, and caps, and golden rings,
With ruffs, and cuffs, and fardingals, and things:
With fcarfs, and fans, and double change of brav'ry,
With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knav'ry.
What, haft thou din'd? the tailor ftays thy leisure,
To deck thy body with his ruftling treasure.

SCENE VIII.

Enter Tailor.

Come, Tailor, let us fee thefe ornaments.

Enter Haberdasher.

Lay forth the gown. What news with you, Sir?
Hab. Here is the cap your Worship did befpeak.
Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer,
A velvet difh; fie, fie, 'tis lewd and filthy:
Why, 'tis a cockle or a walnut-shell,
A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap.
Away with it, come, let me have a bigger.

Cath. I'll have no bigger, this doth fit the time;

And gentlewomen wear fuch caps as these.

Pet. When you are gentle, you shall have one too, And not till then.

Hor. That will not be in hafte.

Cath. Why, Sir, I trust I may have leave to speak,
And fpeak I will. I am no child, no babe;
Your betters have endur'd me fay my mind;
And, if you cannot, beft you ftop your ears.
My tongue will tell the anger of my heart,
Or elfe my heart, concealing it, will break :
And rather than it fhall, I will be free
Even to the utmost as I please in words.

Pet. Why, thou fay'ft true; it is a paltry cap,
A cuftard-coffin, a bauble, a filken pie;
I love thee well, in that thou lik'ft it not.

Cath. Love me, or love me not, I like the cap;
And I will have it, or I will have none,