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Bion. Mafter, a mercatantè, or a pedant,
I know not what; but formal in apparel,
In gait and countenance furely 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 affurance to Baptista 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, fir!

Tra. And you, fir! 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, fir?-marry, 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 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, fir, it is worfe for me than fo;
For I have bills for money by exchange

a mercatantè, or a pedant,]—a merchant, or a teacher of languages.


furely like a father.]-he cuts a very fatherly figure.


From Florence, and must here deliver them.
Tra. Well, fir, to do you courtesy,
This will I do, and this will I advise you ;-
Firft, tell me, have you ever been at Pisa?

Ped. Ay, fir, 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, fir; and, footh to say, In countenance 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, you are like to fir Vincentio.


His name and credit shall you undertake,

And in my house you shall be friendly lodg'd;-
Look that you take upon you as you fhould;
You understand me, fir;-fo fhall you stay
'Till you have done your business in the city :
If this be courtesy, fir, accept of it.

Ped. Oh, fir, 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 Baptista's daughter here: In all these circumstances I'll inftruct you:


Go with me, fir, to cloath you as becomes you. [Exeunt.

d pafs affurance]-make a conveyance.

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Enter Katharine, and Grumio.

Gru. No, no, forfooth; I dare not for my life.

Kath. The more my wrong, the more his fpite appears. What, did he marry me to famish me? Beggars, that come unto my father's door Upon entreaty, have a prefent alms;

If not, elsewhere they meet with charity:
But I,-who never knew how to entreat,
Nor never needed that I fhould entreat,-
Am starv'd for meat, giddy for lack of sleep;
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 should say,-if I should sleep, or eat,
'Twere deadly fickness, or else present death.-
I pr'ythee go, and get me some repast ;

I care not what, fo it be wholesome food.
Gru. What say you to a neat's foot?

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

Kath. I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me.
Gru. I cannot tell; I fear 'tis cholerick.
What say you to a piece of beef, and mustard?
Kath. A difh that I do love to feed upon.
Gru. Ay, but the mustard is too hot a little.
Kath. Why, then the beef, and let the muftard reft.
Gru. Nay, then I will not; you shall have the muftard,
Or else you get no beef of Grumio.

Kath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt.
Gru. Why, then the mustard without the beef.


Kath. Go, get thee gone, thou falfe deluding flave,

[Beats him.


That feed'ft me with the very name of meat:
Sorrow on thee, and all the pack of
That triumph thus upon my misery !
Go, get thee gone, I say.

Enter Petruchio and Hortenfio, with meat.

Pet. How fares my Kate? What sweeting all amort? Hor. Miftrefs, what cheer?

Kath. 'Faith, as cold as can be.

Pet. Pluck up thy fpirits, look chearfully upon me. Here, love; thou fee'ft how diligent I am,

To drefs thy meat myself, and bring it thee :
I am fure, sweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks.
What, not a word? Nay then, thou lov'st it not ;
And all my pains is forted to no proof :-
Here, take away this dish.

Kath. I pray you, let it stand.

Pet. The poorest service is repaid with thanks; And fo fhall mine, before you touch the meat.

Kath. I thank you, fir.

Hor. Signior Petruchio, fye! you are to blame : Come, mistress Kate, I'll bear you company.

Pet. Eat it up all, Hortenfio, if thou lov'ft me.-[Afide. Much good do it unto thy gentle heart!

Kate, eat apace:-And now, my honey love,
Will we return unto thy father's house ;
And revel it as bravely as the beft,

With filken coats, and caps, and golden rings,
With ruffs, and cuffs, and fardingals, and things;

all amort ?]-in the dumps.

is forted to no proof:]-taken to no purpose. and things ;]-toys, trinkets.



With scarfs, and fans, and double change of bravery,
With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knavery.
What, haft thou din'd? The taylor ftays thy leifure,
To deck thy body with his ruftling treasure.-

Enter Taylor.

Come, taylor, let us see these ornaments;

Enter Haberdasher.

Lay forth the gown.-What news with you, fir?
Hab. Here is the cap your worship did befpeak.
Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer;
A velvet difh ;-fye, fye! 'tis lewd and filthy:
Why, 'tis a cockle, or a walnut-fhell,
A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap;
Away with it, come, let me have a bigger.


Kath. I'll have no bigger; this " doth fit the time, And gentlewomen wear fuch caps as these.

Pet. When you are gentle, you shall have one too, And not 'till then.

Hor. That will not be in hafte.


Kath. Why, fir, I trust, I may have leave to speak;
And speak I will; I am no child, no babe :
Your betters have endur'd me fay my mind;
And, if you cannot, beft you ftop your ears.

My tongue will tell the anger of my heart;
Or elfe my heart, concealing it, will break:
And, rather than it fhall, I will be free
Even to the uttermoft, as I please, in words.
Pet. Why, thou say'st true; it is a paltry cap,
A 'cuftard-coffin, a bauble, a filken pye:

I love thee well, in that thou lik'ft it not.

doth fit the time,]—is in fashion.

j euftard.coffin,]-like the cruft of a custard.



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