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And if she chance to nod I’ll rail and brawl,

And with the clamor keep her still awake.

This is a way to kill a wife with kindness,

And thus I’ll curb her mad and headstrong humor.

He that knows better how to tame a shrew,

Now let him speak; ’tis charity to shew.

Exit.

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Enter Tranio [as Lucentio] and Hortensio [as Litio].

Tra.

Is’t possible, friend Litio, that Mistress Bianca

Doth fancy any other but Lucentio?

I tell you, sir, she bears me fair in hand.

[Hor.]

Sir, to satisfy you in what I have said,

Stand by and mark the manner of his teaching.

[They stand aside.]

Enter Bianca [and Lucentio as Cambio].

[Luc.]

Now, mistress, profit you in what you read?

Bian.

What, master, read you? First resolve me that.

[Luc.]

I read that I profess, the Art to Love.

Bian.

And may you prove, sir, master of your art!

Luc.

While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of my heart!

[They retire.]

Hor.

Quick proceeders, marry! Now tell me, I pray,

You that durst swear that your mistress Bianca

Lov’d [none] in the world so well as Lucentio.

Tra.

O despiteful love, unconstant womankind!

I tell thee, Litio, this is wonderful.

Hor.

Mistake no more, I am not Litio,

Nor a musician, as I seem to be,

But one that scorn to live in this disguise

For such a one as leaves a gentleman,

And makes a god of such a cullion.

Know, sir, that I am call’d Hortensio.

Tra.

Signior Hortensio, I have often heard

Of your entire affection to Bianca,

And since mine eyes are witness of her lightness,

I will with you, if you be so contented,

Forswear Bianca and her love for ever.

Hor.

See how they kiss and court! Signior Lucentio,

Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow

Never to woo her more, but do forswear her

As one unworthy all the former favors

That I have fondly flatter’d [her] withal.

Tra.

And here I take the like unfeigned oath,

Never to marry with her though she would entreat.

Fie on her, see how beastly she doth court him!

Hor.

Would all the world but he had quite forsworn!

For me, that I may surely keep mine oath,

I will be married to a wealthy widow,

Ere three days pass, which hath as long lov’d me

As I have lov’d this proud disdainful haggard.

And so farewell, Signior Lucentio.

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,

Shall win my love, and so I take my leave,

In resolution as I swore before.

[Exit.]

Tra.

Mistress Bianca, bless you with such grace

As ’longeth to a lover’s blessed case!

Nay, I have ta’en you napping, gentle love,

And have forsworn you with Hortensio.

Bian.

Tranio, you jest, but have you both forsworn me?

Tra.

Mistress, we have.

Luc.

Then we are rid of Litio.

Tra.

I’ faith, he’ll have a lusty 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 says so, Tranio?

Tra.

Faith, he is gone unto the taming-school.

Bian.

The taming-school! what, is there such a place?

Tra.

Ay, mistress, and Petruchio is the master,

That teacheth tricks eleven and twenty long,

To tame a shrew and charm her chattering tongue.

Enter Biondello.

Bion.

O master, master, I have watch’d so long

That I am dog-weary, but at last I spied

An ancient angel coming down the hill,

Will serve the turn.

Tra.

What is he, Biondello?

Bion.

Master, a mercantant, or a pedant,

I know not what, but formal in apparel,

In gait and countenance surely 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 assurance 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 save you, sir!

Tra.

And you, sir! you are welcome.

Travel you far on, or are you at the farthest?

Ped.

Sir, at the farthest for a week or two,

But then up farther, and as far as Rome,

And so to Tripoli, if God lend me life.

Tra.

What countryman, I pray?

Ped.

Of Mantua.

Tra.

Of Mantua, sir? marry, 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 ships are stay’d 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 are but newly come,

You might have heard it else proclaim’d about.

Ped.

Alas, sir, it is worse for me than so,

For I have bills for money by exchange

From Florence, and must here deliver them.

Tra.

Well, sir, to do you courtesy,

This will I do, and this I will advise you.

First, tell me, have you ever been at Pisa?

Ped.

Ay, sir, in Pisa have I often been,

Pisa 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 sooth to say,

In count’nance somewhat doth resemble you.

Bion. [Aside.]

As much as an apple doth an oyster, and all one.

Tra.

To save your life in this extremity,

This favor will I do you for his sake;

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 house you shall be friendly lodg’d.

Look that you take upon you as you should;

You understand me, sir? So shall you stay

Till you have done your business in the city.

If this be court’sy, sir, accept of it.

Ped.

O 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 pass assurance of a dow’r in marriage

’Twixt me and one Baptista’s daughter here.

In all these circumstances I’ll instruct you;

Go with me to clothe you as becomes you.

Exeunt.

¶

Enter Katherina and Grumio.

Gru.

No, no, forsooth I dare not for my life.

Kath.

The more my wrong, the more his spite appears.

What, did he marry me to famish me?