Since, of ourselves, 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.

Enter Servants feverally.

Nath. Peter, didst ever see the like?
Pet. He kills her in her own humour.
Gru. Where is he?

Enter Curtis, a Servant.

[Exeunt.

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

And rails, and fwears, and rates; that fhe, poor foul,
Knows not which way to ftand, to look, to fpeak,
And fits as one new-rifen from a dream.
Away, away, for he is coming hither.

SCENE

Enter Petruchio.

[Exeunt.

III.

Pet. Thus have I politically begun my reign,
And 'tis my hope to end fuccefsfully.

My faulcon now is fharp, and patling empty,
And till she stoop, fhe muft not be full-gorg'd,
For then he 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 theie kites
That bait and beat, and will not be obedient.
She ate no meat to-day, nor none fhall eat.
Laft night the flept not, nor to-night fhall not:
As with the meat, fome undeferved fault
I'll find about the making of the bed:
And here I'll fling the pillow, there the bolfter,
This way the coverlet, that way the sheets;
Ay, and amid this hurly I'll pretend,

* A haggard is a wild hawk; to man a hawk, is to tame her. Johnjon.

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That all is done in reverend care of her:
And, in conclufion, the fhall watch all night;
And, if the chance to nod, I'll rail and brawl,
And with the clamour keep her ftill awake.
This is a way to kill a wife with kindness ;-
And thus I'll curb her mad and headftrong humour.
He that knows better how to tame a fhrew,
Now let him speak, 'tis charity to fhew.

[Exit.

Tra. Is't poffible, friend Licio, 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. [They stand by.

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 profefs, the art of love. Bian. And may you prove, Sir, mafter of your art! Luc. While you, fweet dear, prove mistress of my heart. [They retire backward. Hor. Quick proceeders! marry! now tell me, I pray, you that durft fwear that your Miflrefs Bianca lov'd none in the world fo well as Lucentio.

Tra. Defpightful love, unconftant womankind! I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful.

Hor. Mistake no more, I am not Licio,

Nor a musician, as I feem to be;

But one that fcorn 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 f your entire affection to Bianca;

And fince mine eyes are witnefs of her lightness,
I will with you, if you be fe contented,
Forfwear Bianca and her love for ever.
Hor. See how they kifs and court!-

Lucentio,

-Signior

Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow
Never to woo her more; but to 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, tho' fhe intreat.

Fy on her! fee how beaftly fhe doth court him. Hor. 'Would all the world but he had quite forfworn her!

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 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.

[Exit Hor. Tra. Miftrefs Bianca, bless 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 me?

Tra. Mistress, 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 unto the taming fchool. Bian. The taming fchool? what, is there fuch a place?

Tra. Ay, miftrefs, and Petruchio is the master, That teacheth tricks eleven and twenty long, To tame a fhrew, and charm her chattering tongue.

Enter Biondello, running.

Bion. Oh mafter, mafter, I have watch'd fo long, That I'm dog-weary; but at laft I fpied

An ancient Angel * going down the hill,

Will ferve the turn.

Tra. What is he, Biondello?

Bion. Mafter, a mercantant, or else a pedant;
I know not what; but formal in apparel;
In gait and countenance furly 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 him affurance to Baptifta 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 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), Hat publifh'd and proclaim'd it openly: 'Tis marvel, but that you're but newly come,

For angel Mr Theobald, and after him Sir T. Han

mer and Dr Warburton, read Engle. Johnfon..

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 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?
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 oyster, and

all one.

Tra. To fave your life in this extremity, This favour will I do you for his fake;

[Afide.

And think it not the worst of all your fortunes,
That you are like to Sir Vincentio :
His name and credit fhail you undertake,
And in my house you fhall be friendly lodg'd:
Look that you take upon you as you fhould.
You understand me, Sir: fo fhall you stay
'Till you have done your bufinefs in the city.
If this be court'fy, Sir, arcept of it.

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 cloath you as becomes you. [Exeunt.