I tell you, Sir, she bears me fair in hand. 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 Tra. Signior Hortenfio, I have often heard And fince mine eyes are witness of her lightness, Hor. See, how they kifs and court! Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow 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, Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, 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) Tra. What is he, Biondello? Bion. Mafter, a mercantant, or else a pedant ; Tra. If he be credulous, and truft my tale, 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 : Travel 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. (18) 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, Ped. Ped. Sir, at the farthest for a week or two; Tra. Of Mantua, Sir? God forbid! · Ped. My life, Sir! how, I pray ? for that goes hard.' To come to Padua; know you not the cause ? Tra. Among them know you one Vincentio? 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 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 Tra. Then go with me to make the inatter good: you: Enter Catharina and Grumio. [Exeunt. Gru. No, no, forfooth, I dare not for my life. pears: What, did he marry me to famish me? As who would fay, if I should fleep or eat Cath. 'Tis paffing good; I pr'ythee, let me have it. 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 |