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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 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.
She eat no meat to-day, nor none shall eat.
Last night she slept not, nor to-night shall not:
As with the meat, some undeserved fault
I'll find about the making of the bed :
And here I'll Aing the pillow, there the bolster,
This way the coverlet, that
the sheets :
Ay, and, amid this hurly, I'll pretend
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 shew.
I tell you, fir, she bears me fair in hand.
Hor. To satisfy you, sir, in what I said, Stand by, and mark the manner of his teaching.
Enter Bianca, and Lucentio.
Luc. Now, mistress, profit you in what you
Bian. What, master, read you? first, resolve me that.
Luc. I read that I profess, the art of love.
Bian. And may you prove, fir, master of your art !
Luc. While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of my
heart. Hor. Quick proceeders! marry! now tell me, I pray, you that durft 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,
For such a one as leaves a gentleman,
And makes a god of such a cullion:
Know, sir, that I am callid Hortenfio.
Tra. Signior Hortenfo, 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 Lucentió,
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,
Never to marry her, though she entreat.
Fie on her ! see how beastly she doth court him.
Hor. Would all the world, but he, had quite forsworn her! For me, that I may surely keep mine oath, · Vol. II.
I will be married to a wealthy widow,
Ere three days pass, which has as long lov'd me,
As I have lov'd this proud disdainful haggard,
And so farewel, 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.
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 Hortenfio.
Bian, Tranio, you jeft: but have you both forfworn me?
Tra. Mistress, we have.
Luc. Then we are rid of Licio.
Tra. l’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 says so, Tranio.
Tra. 'Faith, he is gone unto the taming fchool.
Bian. The taming school! what, is there such a place?
Tra. Ay, mistress, and Petruchio is the mafter,
That teacheth tricks eleven and twenty long,
To tame a shrew, and charm her, chattering tongue.
Bion. O, master, master, I have watch'd so long,
That I'm dog-weary; but at last I fpied
An ancient engle coming down the hill
Will serve 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 surly like a father.
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 me your love, and then let me alone. [Ex. Luc. & Bian.
Enter a Pedant. Ped. God save you, fir !
Tra. And you, fir! you are welcome:
Travel you far on, or are you at the farthest ?
Ped. Sir, at the farthest, for a week or two;
But then up farther, and as far as Rome;
And so to Tripoly, if god lend me life.
Tra. What countryman, I pray?
Ped. Of Mantua.
Tra. Of Mantua, sir, say you ? god forbid !
And come to Padua, careless of your life?
Ped. My life, fir! 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 ships are stay'd 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 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 Pisa have I often been ;
Pisa renowned for
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, fir; and, sooth to say, In count'nance somewhat doth resemble you.
Bion. As much as an apple doth an oyster, and all one. [afide.
Tra. To save 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 fir Vincentio :
His name and credit shall you undertake,
And in my house you shall be friendly lodg’d:
upon you as you should;
You understand me, fir: fo shall
Till you have done your business in the city.
If this be court'sy, fir, accept of it.
Ped. O, fir, í 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 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.
Lord. Who's within there?
Asleep again! go, take him easily up, and put him in his own apparel again : but see you wake him not in any case. Serv. It shall be done, my lord: come, help to bear bim bence.
[they bear off Sly.