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I tell you, Sir, she bears me fair in hand.
Hor. To fatisfy you, Sir, in what I faid,
Stand by, and mark the manner of his teaching.
[They fand by.

Enter Bianca and Lucentio.

Luc. Now, miftrefs, profit you in what you read? Bian. What, mafter, read you? firft, refolve me that.

Luc. I read That I profefs, the art of Love.

heart.

Bian. And may you prove, Sir, master of your art! Luc. While you, fweet dear, prove mistress of my [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 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 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!
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,

Signior

of an A, or one Word intervening, he comes out again équipp'd like Vincentio. If fuch a Critick be fit to publish a Stage-Writer, I fhall not envy Mr. Pope's Admirers, if they hould think fit to applaud his Sagacity. I have replac'd the Scenes in that Order, in which I found them in the Old Books.

That

That I have fondly flatter'd her withal.

Tra. And here I take the like unfeigned oath, Never to marry her, tho' fhe intreat.

Fie 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 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.

grace,

[Exit Hor.' Tra. Mistress Bianca, bless you with fuch 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 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's gone unto the Taming fchool. Bian. The Taming school? what, is there fuch a place?

Tra. Ay, miftrefs, and Petruchio is the mafter; That teacheth tricks eleven and twenty long,

To tame a Shrew, and charm her chattering tongue.

Enter Biondello, running.

Bion. Oh master, mafter, I have watch'd so long,

That

That I'm dog-weary; but at laft I fpied (17)
An ancient Engle, 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; (18)
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 seem Vincentio,
And give him affurance to Baptifta Minola,
As if he were the right Vincentio :

Take in your love, and then let me alone.

Enter a Pedant.

Ped. God fave you, Sir.

[Ex. Luc. and Bian.

Tra. And you, Sir; you are welcome :
you far on, or are you at the fartheft?

Travel

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An ancient Angel going down the Hill,

Will ferve the turn.]

Tho' all the printed Copies agree in this Reading, I am confident, that Shakespeare intended no Profanation here; nor indeed any Compliment to this old Man who was to be impos'd upon, and made a Property of. The Word I have restor❜d, certainly retrieves the Author's Meaning: and means, either in its firft Signification, a Burdafh; (for the Word is of Spanish Extraction, Ingle, which is equivalent to inguen of the Latines ;) or, in its metaphorical Senfe, a Gull, a Cully, one fit to be made a Tool of.

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but formal in Apparel;

In Gate and Countenance furely like a Father.] I have made bold to read, furly; and furely, I believe, I am right in doing fo. Our Poet always represents his Pedants, imperious and magifterial. Besides, Tranio's Directions to the Pe dant for his Behaviour vouch for my Emendation.

'Tis well; and hold your own in any Cafe,
With fuch Aufterity as longeth to a Father.

Ped.

Ped. Sir, at the farthest 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 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 Pisa 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 resemble 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;

And think it not the worst of all your fortunes,

That you are like to Sir Vincentio :

His name and credit shall you undertake,

And in my houfe you fhall be friendly lodg'd:

upon

Look, that take
you
You understand me, Sir: fo fhall

fhould.

You as you you stay, 'Till you have done your bufinefs in the city. If this be court'fie, Sir, accept of it.

[Afide.

Ped.

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 inatter 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.

Enter Catharina and Grumio.

[Exeunt.

Gru. No, no, forfooth, I dare not for my life.
Cath. The more my wrong, the more his fpite ap-

pears:

What, did he marry me to famish 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 fleep;
With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fed;
And that, which spites me more than all these wants,
He does it under name of perfect love:

As who would fay, if I should fleep or eat
'Twere deadly fickness, or else present death :
I pr'ythee go, and get me fome repaft;
I care not what, fo it be wholesome food.
Gru. What fay you to a neat's foot?

Cath. 'Tis paffing good; I pr'ythee, let me have it.
Gru. I fear, it is too flegmatick a meat:
How fay you to a fat tripe finely broil'd?

Cath. I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me. Gru. I cannot tell;-I fear, it's cholerick: What fay you to a piece of beef and mustard? Cath. A difh, that I do love to feed upon. Gru. Ay, but the muftard is too hot a little. Cath. Why, then the beef, and let the mustard reft. Gru. Nay, then I will not; you fhall have the muf

tard,

Or

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