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What? no attendance ? no regard? no duty?
Where is the foolish knave I fent before?

Gru. Here, Sir, as foolish as I was before.
Pet. You peafant fwain, you whorefon, malt-horse drudge,
Did not I bid thee meet me in the park,

And bring along the rafcal knaves with thee?

Gru. Nathaniel's coat, Sir, was not fully made
And Gabriel's pumps were all unpink'd i'th heel :
There was no link to colour Peter's hat,

And Walter's dagger was not come from fheathing:
There were none fine, but Adam, Ralph, and Gregory,
The reft were ragged, old and beggarly,

Yet as they are, here are they come to meet you.

Pet. Go, rafcals, go and fetch my fupper in. [Exe. Serv. Where is the life that late I led?

Where are thofe fit down, Kate,

And welcome. Soud, foud, foud, foud.

Enter Servants with fupper.

[Sing

[Humming.

Why, when I fay? nay, good sweet Kate, be merry.
Off with my boots, you rogue: you villains, when?
It was the friar of orders grey,

•As be forth walked on his way.

Out, out, you rogue! you pluck my foot awry,

[Sings.

Take that, and mind the plucking off the other. [Strikes him.
Be merry, Kate: fome water here; what hoa!
Enter one with water.

Where's my fpaniel Troilus firrah, get you hence,
And bid my coufin Ferdinand come hither:

One, Kate, that you must kifs, and be acquainted with
Where are my flippers? fhall I have fome water?
Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily :
You whorefon villain, will you let it fall?

Catb. Patience, I pray you, 'twas a fault unwilling. Pet. A whorefon, beatle-headed, flat-ear'd knave: Come, Kate, fit down; I know you have a ftomach. "Will you give thanks, fweet Kate, or else fhall I?... What is this, mutton?,

1. Serv. Yes.

Pet. Who brought it P
Serv. I.

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Pet. "Tis burnt, and fo is all the meat:
What dogs are these? where is the rafcal cook?
How durft you, villains, bring it from the dreffer,
And ferve it thus to me that love it not?
There, take it to you, trenchers, cups and all:

[Throws the meat, &c. about the ftage. You heedlefs jolt-heads, and unmanner'd slaves! What, do you grumble? I'll be with you straight. Cath. 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 exprefly am forbid to touch it :

For it engenders choler, planteth anger,
And better 'twere that both of us did faft,
Since of our felves our felves are cholerick,
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, didft ever fee the like ?
Peter. He kills her in her own humour.
Gru. Where is he?

Enter Curtis.

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

And tails, and fwears, and rates; and the poor foul
Knows 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 politickly begun my reign,
And 'tis my hope to end fuccessfully:
My faulcon now is harp, and paffing empty,
And 'till the stoop, fhe must not be full gorg'd,
For then the 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 these kites,
That bait and beat, and will not be obedient.
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She eat no meat to-day, nor none shall eat.
Laft night the flept not, nor to-night shall 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 bolster,
This way the coverlet, that way the sheets;
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 ftill 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.

PADUA.

Enter Tranio and Hortenfio.

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 fatisfie you, Sir, in what I said,
Stand by, and mark the manner of his teaching.
Enter Bianca and Lucentio.

[Exit.

Luc. Now, mistress, profit you in what you read? Bian. What, mafter, read you? firft refolve 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 mistress of my heart.. Hor. Quick proceeders! marry! now tell me, I pray, you that durft fwear that your mistress Bianca lov'd none in the world f well as Lucentio.

Tra. O defpightful love, unconftant womankind!

I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful.

Hor. Miftake 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

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Of your entire affection to Bianca,
And fince mine eyes are witness of her lightness,
I will with you, if you be fo contented,
Forfwear Bianca and her love for ever.
Hor. See how they kifs and court. Signior Lucentio,
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, tho' the intreat.

Fie on her, see how beatly the 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 farewel, 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, 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.

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 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 is gone unto the taming school.

Bian. The taming school? what, is there fuch a place &
Tra. Ay, mistress, and Petruchio is the master,

That teacheth tricks eleven and twenty long,
To tame a fhrew, and charm her chattering tongue.
SCENE V. Enter Biondello.
Bion, Oh mafter, mafter, I have watch'd fo long,

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That I'm dog-weary; but at laft I fpied
An ancient engle coming 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 gate 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 affurance to Baptifta Minola,
As if he were the right Vincentio :

Take me your love, and then let me alone.

Enter a Pedant.

Ped. God fave you, Sir.

[Ex. Luc. & 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.

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Tra. Of Mantua, Sir, fay you? 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 of 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 fo;
For I have bills for mony by exchange
From Florence, and muft here deliver them.

Tra. Well, Sir, to do you courtefie,
This will I do, and this will I advise you ;
Firft tell me, have you ever been at Pifa?

Ped. Ay, Sir, in Pifa have I often been;

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