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

Enter Bianca and Lucentio.

[They ftand by.

Luc. Now, mistress, profit you in what you read? Bian. What, mafter, read you? first, resolve me that.

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

Bian. And may you prove, Sir, master of your art Luc. While you, fweet dear, prove mistress of my heart. [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 lightnefs,
I will with you, if you be fo contented,
Forfwear Bianca and her love for ever.

Hor. See, how they kifs and court!
Lucentio,

- Signior

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,

of an A, or one Word intervening, he comes out again equipp'd like Vincentio. If fuch a Critick be fit to publish a Stage-Writer, I fhall not envy Mr. Pope's Admirers, if they should 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 the 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 pass, 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.

[Exit Hor. Tra. Mistress Bianca, blefs you with fuch grace, 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-school. Bian. The Taming-school? what, is there fuch place?

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

To tame a Shrew, and charm her chattering tongue.

Enter Biondello, running.

Bion. Oh mafter, mafter, I have watch'd fo 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 trust 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.

[Exeunt Luc. and Bian

Enter a Pedant.

Ped. God fave

you, Sir.

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

Travel

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but at last I fpied

An ancient Angel going down the Hill,
Will ferve the turn.]

Tho' all the printed Copies agree in this Reading, I am confi. dent, 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 first Signification, a Burdash; (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 Fatber.]

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. Befides, Tranio's Directions to the Pedant for his Behaviour vouch for my Emendation.

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

Ped

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.

Tre. 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 publifh'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 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, Sir; and, footh to fay,

In count'nance fomewhat doth resemble

you.

Biron. As much as an apple doth an oyfter, 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 fhall you undertake,
And in my houfe you fhall be friendly lodg'd:
Look, that you take upon You as you fhould.
You understand me, Sir: fo fhall 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 matter good : This by the way I let you understand, My father is here look'd for every day, To país affurance of a dower in marriage 'Twixt me and one Baptifta's daughter here: In all these Circumstances I'll inftru&t you : Go with Me, Sir, to cloath you as becomes you.

Exeunt Catharina and Grumio.

[Exeunt.

Gru. No, no, forfooth, I dare not for my life.
Cath. The more my wrong, the more his spite 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 fpites me more than all these wants,
He does it under name of perfect love:

As who would fay, if I fhould 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 say 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 muttard rest. Gru. Nay, then I will not; you shall have the muf

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