And since mine eyes are witness of her lightness, Hor. See, how they kiss and court ! - Signior Lucentio, Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow- Tra. And here I take the like unfeigned oath,- Hor. 'Would all the world, but he, had quite for- For me, that I may surely keep mine oath, Ere three days pass; which hath as long lov'd me, Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, In resolution as I swore before. 「Exit Hor. Luc. and Bian. advance. Tra. Mistress Bianca, bless you with such grace As 'longeth 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 forsworn me? Tra. Mistress, we have. Luc. 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. 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, isthere such a place? 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. Bion. O master, master, I have watch'd so long That I'm dog-weary; but at last I spied Will serve the turn. An ancient angel coming down the hill, What is he, Biondello? Tra. Bion. Master, a mercatanté, or a pedant, Tra. If he be credulous, and trust my tale, I'll make him glad to seem Vincentio; Take in your love, and then let me alone. [Exeunt Lucentio and Bianca. Enter a Pedant. Ped. God save you, sir! And you, sir, you are welcome. Travel you far on, or are you at the furthest? Ped. Sir, at the furthest for a week or two: But then up further, and as far as Rome; Tra. What countryman, I pray? Ped. 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 publisi'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 1 have bills for money by exchange This will I do, and this will I advise you ;- Pisa, renowned for grave citizens. Tra. Among them, know you one Vincentio? A merchant of incomparable wealth. Tra. He is my father, sir; and, sooth to say, In countenance somewhat doth resemble you. Bion. As much as an apple doth an oyster, and all [Aside. one. Tra. To save your life in this extremity, Ped. O, sir, I do; and will repute you ever 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 pass assurance of a dower in marriage "Twixt me and one Baptista's daughter here: In all these circumstances I'll instruct you: Go with me, sir, to clothe you as becomes you. [Exeunt. SCENE 111. A Room in PETRUCHIO'S House. Enter KATHARINA and GRUMIO. Gru. No, no; forsooth; I dare not, for my life. What, did he marry me to famish me? But I, who never knew how to entreat,- How say you to a fat tripe, finely broil'd? Kath. I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me. Gru. I cannot tell; I fear 'tis choleric. What say you to a piece of beef, and mustard? Kath. A dish that I do love to feed upon. Gru. Ay, but the mustard is too hot a little. Kath. Why, then the beef, and let the mustard rest. Gru. Nay, then I will not; you shall have the mustard, Or else you get no beef of Grumio. Kath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt. That feed'st me with the very name of meat: Go, get thee gone, I say. Enter PETRUCHIO, with a Dish of Meat; and HOR TENSIO. Pet. How fares my Kate? What, sweeting, all amort? Hor. Mistress, what cheer? 'Faith, as cold as can be. Pet. Pluck up thy spirits, look cheerfully upon me. Here, love; thou see'st how diligent I am, To dress thy meat myself, and bring it thee: [Sets the Dish on a Table. I am sure, sweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks. Here, take away this dish. Kath. 'Pray you, let it stand. Pet. The poorest service is repaid with thanks; And so shall mine, before you touch the meat. Kath. 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, Hortensio, if thou lov'st me. [Aside. Much good do it unto thy gentle heart! Enter Tailor. Enter Haberdasher. Lay forth the gown.-What news with you, sir? Kath. I'll have no bigger; this doth fit the time, Pet. When you are gentle, you shall have one too, And not till then. Hor. That will not be in haste. [Aside. Kath. Why, sir, I trust I may have leave to speak; |