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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.

Pet. Thus have I politickly begun my reign,
And 'tis my hope to end successfully:
My faulcon now is sharp, and passing empty;
And, till she stoop, she must not be full-gorg'd,
For then she never looks upon her lure.


I have to man my haggards, To make her come, and know her keeper's call; That is,-to watch her, as we watch these kites, That bate, and beat, and will not be obedient. She eat no meat to-day, nor none shall eat; Last night she slept not, nor to night she shall not; As with the meat, some 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, another way the sheets:Ay, and amid this hurly, I intend, That all is done in reverend care of her; And, in conclusion, she shall 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 headstrong humour:He that knows better how to tame a shrew, Now let him speak; 'tis charity, to show. [Erit.


Padua. Before Baptista's House.

Tra. Is't possible, friend Licio, that Bianca
Doth fancy any other but Lucentio?
I tell you, sir, she bears me fair in hand.

Hor. Sir, to satisfy you in what I have said,
Stand by, and mark the manner of his teaching.

[They stand aside. Enter Bianca and Lucentio. Luc. Now, mistress, profit you in what you read? Bian. What, master, read you? first, resolve me

that. Luc. I read that I profess, the art to love. Bian. And may you prove, sir, master of your art! Luc. While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of

[They retire. Hor. Quick proceeders, marry! Now, tell me, I

pray, You that durst swear that your mistress Bianca Lov'd none in the world so well as Lucentio.

Tra. O despiteful love! unconstant womankind! I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful.

Hor. Mistake no more: I am not Licio,
Nor a musician, as I seem to be;
But one that scorn to live in this disguise,

my heart.

For such a one as leaves a gentleman,
And makes a god of such a cullion:
Know, sir, that I am call'd-Hortensio.

Tra. Signior Hortensio, I have often heard
Of your entire affection to Bianca;
And since mine eyes are witness of her lightness,
I will with you,--if you be so contented, —
Forswear Bianca and her love for ever.
Hor. See, how they kiss and court! Signior

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,Ne'er to marry with her though she would entreat. Fie on her! see, how beastly she doth court him. Hor. 'Would, all the world, but he, had quite for

For me,—that I may surely keep mine oath,
I will be married to a wealthy widow,
Ere three days pass; which hath as long lov'd me,
As I have lov'd this proud disdainful haggard :
And so farewell, 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 Hortensio.-Lucentio and Bianca advance.

Tra. Mistress Bianca, bless you with such grace As ʼlongeth to a lover's blessed case!

Nay, I have ta'en you napping, gentle love;
And have forsworn you, with Hortensio.
Bian. Tranio, you jest; But have you both for-

sworn me?
Tra. Mistress, we have.

Then we are rid of Licio. Tra. I faith, he'll have a lusty widow now, That shall be woo'd and wedded in a day.

Bian. God give him joy!
Tra. Ay, and he'll tame her.

He says so, Tranio.
Tra. 'Faith, he is gone unto the taming-school.
Bian. The taming-school! what, is there such a

place? Tra. Ay, mistress, and Petruchio is the master; That teacheth tricks eleven and twenty longTo tame a shrew, and charm her chattering tongue.

Enter Biondello, running.
Bion. O master, master, I have watch'd so long
That I'm dog-weary: but at last I spied
An ancient angel 52 coming down the hill,
Will serve the turn.

What is he, Biondello?
Bion. Master, a mercatantè s3, or a pedant,
I know not what; but formal in apparel.
In gait and countenance surely like a father 54.

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 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,


And you, sir! you ary welcome. Travel

you far on, or are you at the furthest?
Ped. Sir, at the furthest for a week or two:
And then up further; and as far as Rome:
And so to Tripoly, if God lend me life.

Tra. What countryman, I pray?

Of Mantua.
Tra. Of Mantua, sir?-marry, 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 cause? Your ships are staid at Venice; and the duke (For private quarrel 'twixt your duke and him,) Hath publish'd and proclaim'd it openly: 'Tis marvel; but that you're but newly come, You might have heard it else proclaim'd about.

Ped. Alas, sir, it is worse for me than SO; For I have bills for money by exchange From Florence, and must here deliver them.

Tra. Well, sir, to do you courtesy, This will I do, and this will I advise you; First, tell me, have you ever been at Pisa?

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