Bian. God gave him joy! Tra. Ay, and he'll tame her. Tra. 'Faith, he's gone unto the taming school. Bion, Oh mafter, mafter, I have watch'd fo long, That I'm dog-weary; but at last I spied (20) 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; (21) (20) -but at last I fpied An ancient angel going down the bill, In am confident, Though all the printed copies agree in this reading, 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 reftor'd, certainly retrieves the author's meaning: And means, either in its firft fignification, a burdash; (for the word is of Spanish extraction, ingle, which is equivalent to inguen of the Latines; or, in its metaphorical fenfe, a gull, a cully, one fit to be made a tool of. And in both fenfes it is frequently us'd by B. Jonfon.. Cynthia's Revels. -and fweat for every venial trespass we commit, as fome author would, if he had fuch fine engles as we. The Cafe is alter'd; (a comedy not printed among B. Jonfon's works) What Signior Antonio Balladino! welcome, fweet engle. Poetafter. What, fhall I have my son a stager now? an engle for players? And he likewife ufes it, as a verb, in the fame play, fignifying to beguile, defraud. I'll prefently go, and engle some broker for a poet's gown, and befpeak a garland. (21) -but formal in apparel; In gate and countenance surely like a father.] I have made bold to read, furly; and furely, I believe, I am right in doing fo. Our poet always reprefents his pedants, imperious and magifterial. In gate and countenance furly like a father. Tra. If he be credulous, and truft my tale, Enter a Pedant. Ped. God fave you, Sir. [Exe. Luc. and Bian. Tra. And you, Sir; you are welcome: But then up farther, and as far as Rome; Ped. Of Mantua. Tra. Of Mantua, Sir? God forbid ! And come to Padua, careless of your life? Ped. My life, Sir! hcw, I pray? for that goes hard. To come to Padua; know you not the cause ? magifterial. Befides, Tranio's directions to the pedant for his beha viour vouch for my emendation. 'Tis well; and bold your own in any case, 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 say, In count'nance fomewhat doth resemble you. Bion. As much as an apple doth an oyfter, and all one. Tra. To fave your life in this extremity, His name and credit fhall you undertake, Ped. Oh, Sir, I do; and will repute you ever [Afide. 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 dowre in marriage 'Twixt me and one Baptifta's daughter here: In all thefe circumftances I'll inftruct you: Go with me, Sir, to cloath you as becomes you. [Exeunt. Enter Catharina and Grumio. Gru. No, no, forfooth, I dare not for my life. Cath. The more my wrong, the more his spite appears: 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 : Nor never needed that I should intreat, Am ftarv'd for meat, giddy for lack of fleep; And that, which fpights me more than all thefe wants, As As who would fay, if I fhould 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 rest. Gru. Nay, then I will not; you shall have the mustard, Or else you get no beef of Grumio. Cath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt. That feed'ft me with the very name of meat: Go, get thee gone, I say. you, [beats him. Enter Petruchio and Hortenfio, with meat. Pet. How fares my Kate? what fweeting, all amort ? Hor. Miftrefs, what cheer? Cath. Faith, as cold as can be. Pet. Pluck up thy fpirits; look cheerfully upon me; Here, love, thou feeft how diligent I am, To drefs thy meat myself, and bring it thee: I'm fure, fweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks. Here take away the dish. Cath. I pray you, let it stand. Pet. The pooreft fervice is repaid with thanks, And fo fhall mine, before you touch the meat. Cath. I thank you, Sir. VOL. II. Her. Hor. Signior Petruchio, fy, you are to blame: Much good do it unto thy gentle heart; [Afide. With filken coats, and caps, and golden rings, Enter Taylor. Come, taylor, let us fee these ornaments. Enter Haberdasher. Lay forth the gown. What news with you, Sir? Hab. Here is the cap, your worship did befpeak. Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer, A velvet dish; fy, fy, 'tis lewd and filthy: A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap. Cath. I'll have no bigger, this doth fit the time; Pet. When you are gentle, you fhall have one too, And not 'till then. Hor. That will not be in hafte. Cath. Why, Sir, I truft, I may have leave to speak, And fpeak I will. I am no child, no babe; Your betters have endur'd me fay my mind; And, if you cannot, beft you stop 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 utmoft as I pleafe in words. Pet. Why, thou lay it true, it is a paltry cap, A |