What, do you grumble? I'll be with you ftraight.
Goth. I pray you, husband, be not fo difquiet;
The meat was well, if you were fo contented.

Pet. I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dry'd away, And I exprefsly am forbid to touch it: For it ingenders choler, planteth anger; And better 'twere that both of us did faft, Since, of ourfelves, ourselves are choleric, Than feed it with fuch over-roafted flesh. Be patient, for to-morrow't fhall be mended, And for this night we'll faft for company. Come, I will bring thee to thy bridal chamber. [Exeunt. Enter fervants feverally.

Nath. Peter, didft ever see the like?

Peter. He kills her in her own humour.
Gru. Where is he?

Enter Curtis, a fervant.

Curt. In her chamber, making a fermon of continency
to her,

And rails, and fwears, and rates; that fhe, poor foul,
Know 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.

SCENE III. Enter Petruchio.

Pet. Thus have I politicly begun my reign,
And 'tis my hope to end fuccefsfully:
My faulcon now is tharp, and paffing empty;
And till the ftoop, fhe muft not be full gorg'd,
'For then fhe never looks upon her lure.
Another way I have to man my haggard,
To make her come, and know her keeper's call;
That is, to watch her, as we watch thofe kites,
That bait and beat, and will not be obedient.
She ate no meat to-day, nor none shall eat.
Laft night the flept not, nor to-night shall 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 bolter,
This way the coverlet, that way the fheets;

[Exeunt.

Ay;

Ay; and, amid this hurly, I'll pretend,
That all is done in reverend care of her;
And, in conclufion, fhe fhall watch all night:
And, if the 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 fhrew,
Now let him fpeak, 'tis charity to fhew.

SCENE IV. Before Baptifta's house.

Enter Tranio and Hortenfio.

Tra. Is't poffible, friend Lició, that Bianca
Doth fancy any other but Lucentio?
I tell you, Sir, fhe bears me fair in hand.

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

Enter Bianca and Lucentio.

[Exit.

[They fland by.

Luc. Now, Mistress, profit you in what you read?
Bian What, Mafter, read you? first resolve me that.
Luc I read that I profess, the art of love.
Bian. And may you prove, Sir, mafter of your art!
Luc. While you, fweet dear, prove miftrefs of my heart.
[They retire backward.

Hor. Quick proceeders! marry! now, tell me, I pray, you that durft fwear that your mistress Bianca lov'd none in the world fo well as Lucentio.

Tra. Defpightful love, unconftant womankind!

I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful.

Hor. Miftake no more, I am not Licio,

Nor a mufician, as I feem to be;

But one that feorn to live in this disguise
For fuch a one as leaves a gentleman,
And makes a god of fuch a cullion:
Know, Sir, that I am call'd Hortenfio.

Tra. Signior Hortenfio, 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 so contented,

VOL. II.

Ff

Forfwear

Forfwear Bianca and her love for ever.

Hor. See, how they kifs and court!-Signior Lu Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow

Never to woo her more; but do forfwear 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 the intreat.

Fie on her! fee, how beaftly the doth court him.

[centio,

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 disdainful haggard.
And fo farewell, Signior Lucentio.

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

[her!

[Exit Hor, Tra. Miftrefs Bianca, blefs with fuch grace,

you

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 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.

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-fchool? 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 Mafler, Mafter, I have watch'd fo long, That I'm dog-weary; but at laft I spy'd

An ancient engel, going down the hill,

Will

Will ferve the turn.

Tra. What is he, Biondello?

Bion. Master, a mercantant; or else a pedant;
I know not what; but formal in apparel;
In gait and countenance furely like a father.
Luc. And what of him, Tranio?

Tra. If he be credulous, and trust my tale,
F'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.

Enter a Pedant.

Ped. God fave you, Sir,

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 cause? Your fhips are ftaid 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 elfe proclaim'd about.. Ped. Alas, Sir; it is worfe for me than for 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 Pifa?

Ped. Ay, Sir, in Pifa have I often been; Pifa, renowned for grave. citizens.

1

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 resemble 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 house 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.

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

[Afide.

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 thefe circumstances I'll instruct you:
Go with me, Sir, to clothe you as becomes you.

[Exeunt.

SCENE VI. Enter Catharina, and Grymio.
Gru. No, no, forfooth; I dare not for my life.
Cath. The more my wrong, the more his fpite appears.
What, did he marry me to famifh me?

Beggars that come unto my father's door,
Upon intreaty, have a prefent alms;
If not, elsewhere they meet with charity:
But I, who never knew how to intreat,
Nor never needed that I fhould intreat,

Am ftarv'd for meat, giddy for lack of sleep;

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 say, if í should sleep or eat,
'Twere deadly ficknefs, or elfe prefent death.
I pr'ythee, go, and get me fome repaft;