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Will ferve the turn.

Tra, What is he, Biondello?

Bion. Mafter, a mercantant, or elfe a pedant;
I know not what; but formal in apparel;
In gate and countenance furely like a father.
Luc. And what of him, Tranio?

Tra. If he be credulous, and truft my tale,
I'll make him glad to feem Vincentio,
And give 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 vou, 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 fo to Tripoly, if God lend me life.
Tra. What countryman, I pray?

Ped. Of Mantua.

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Tra. Of Mantua, Sir; God forbid !
And come to Padua, careless of your life?
Pet. My life, Sir! how, I pray? for that
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 money by exchange
From Florence, and muft here deliver them.
Tra. Well, Sir, to do you courtefy
This will I do, and this will I advise you;
Firft, tell me, have you ever been at Pisa?
Ped. Ay, Sir, in Pifa have I often been;
Pifa, renown'd for grave citizens.

hard.

Tra. Among them know you one Vincentio ?
Ped. I know him not, but I have heard of him:

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A merchant of incomparable wealth.

Tra. He is my father, Sir; and footh to fay, In count'nance fomewhat doth refemble 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 wort or 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 itay,
Till you have done your bufinefs in the city..
If this be curt'fy, Sir, accept of it.

[Afide.

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 pafs affurance of a dower in marriage 'Twixt me and one Baptifta's daughter here: In all thefe circumstances I'll inftruct ou Go with me, Sir, to clothe you as becomes you. [Exeunt.

SCENE VI. Enter Catharina and Grumio. Gru. No, no, forfooth; I dare not for my life. Cath. The more my wrong, the more his fpite ap-What, did he marry me to famifh me?

Beggars that come unto my father's door,

Upon intreaty, have a prefent alms;

If not, elfewhere the 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;

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With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fed:

And that which fpites me more than all thofe wants,,
He does it under name of perfect love;

As who fhould fay, if I fhould fleep or eat,
"Twere deadly fickness, or elfe prefent death.
I pry'thee, go, and get me fome repaft;

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

Cath. 'Tis paffing good; I pr'ythee, let me have it, Gru. I fear it is too flegmatic 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 'tis choleric: What fay you to a piece of beef and mustard? Cath. A difh that I do love to feed upon. Gru, y, but the muftard is too hot a little. Cath. Why then the beef, and let the mustard rest, Cru, Nay, then I will not; you fhall have the muOr else you get no beef of Grumio. [ftard.

Cath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt. Gru. Why then the muitard without the beef. Cath. Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding slave, [Beats him. That feed'ft me with the very name of meat : Sorrow on thee, and all the pack of you, That triumph thus upon my mifery! Go, get thee gone, I fay.

SCENE VII.

Enter Petruchio and Hortenfio, with meat.

Pet. How fares my Kate? what, fweeting, all amort? Hor. Mitrefs, what cheer?

Cath. 'Faith, as cold as can be.

Pet. I luck up thy fpirits; look chearfully upon me; Here, I ove, thou feeft how diligent I am

To dre's thy meat m felf, and bring it thee :

I'm fure, sweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks.
What, not a word? nay, then thou lov'ft it not:
And all my pains is forted to no proof.
Here, take away the difh.

Cath. I pray you, let it ftand.

Pet. The poorest service is repaid with thanks, And fo fhall mine before you touch the meat. Gath. I thank you, Sir.

Hor. Signior Petruchio, fie, you are to blame': Come, Miltress Kate, I'll bear you company.

Pet.

Pet. Eat it up all, Hortenfio, if thou lovest me;--

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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 best,

With filken coats, and caps, and golden rings :)
With ruffs and cuffs, and fardingals, and things
With fcarfs, and fans, and double change of brav'ry
With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knavery.
What, haft thou din'd? the tailor ftays thy leifure,
To deck thy body with his rustling treasure,

SCENE VIII. Enter Tailor.

Come, Tailor, let us fee these ornaments.
Enter Haberdasher.

Lay forth the gown.

What news with you, Sir?
Hab. Here is the cap your Worship did bespeak,
Pet. Why this was moulded on a porringer,
A velvet difh; fie, fie, '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.

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

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

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Hor. That will not be in hafte.

Cath. Why, Sir, I trust I may have leave to speak, And fpeak I will. I am no child, no babe; Your betters have endur'd me fay m mind; And, if you cannot, best 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 shall, I will be free Even to the utmost as I please in words.

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Pet. Why, thou fay ft true; it is a paltry cap,

A cuftard-coffin, a bauble, a filken pie;
I love thee well, in that thou lik'st it, not.
Cath. Love me, or love me not, like the cap
And I will have it, or I will have none.

Pet.

Pet. Thy gown; why, ay; come, Tailor, let us fee't. O mercy, Heav'n, what mafking stuff is here? What! this a fleeve 'tis like a demi-cannon;

What, up

and down carv'd like an apple-tart? Here's fhip, and nip, and cut, and flish, and flash, Like to a cenfor in a barber's fhop:

Why, what a devil's name, Tailor, call'ft thou this? Hor. I fee the's like to've neither cap nor gown.

Tai. You bid me make it orderly and well,' According to the fafhion of the time.

[ Afide.

Pet. Marry, and did; but if you be remembred, I did not bid you mar it to the time.

Go, hop me over every kennel home,

For you fhall hop without my cuftom, Sir:
I'll none of it; hence, make your belt of it.
Cath. I never faw a better-fashion'd gown,
More quaint, more pleafing, nor more commendable:
Belike you mean to make a puppet of me.

Pet. Why, true, he means to make a puppet of thee.
Tai. She fays, your Worthip means to make a pup-
Pet. O molt monftruous arrogance! (pet of her.

Thou lyeft, thou thread, thou thimblẽ,

Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail,
Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter-cricket, thou!
Bráv'd in mine own houfe with a fkein of thread :
Away, thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant
Or I fhall fo be-mete thee with thy yard,

As thou fhalt think on prating whilt thou liv't.
I tell thee, I, that thou haft marr'd her gown.
Tai. Your Worship is deceiv'd, the gown is made:
Juft as my mafter had direction.

Grumio gave

order how it fhould be done.
Gru. I gave him no order, I gave him the stuff.
Tai. But how did you defire it should be made?
Gru. Marry, Sir, with needle and thread.
Tai. But did you not request to have it cut?
Gru. Thou haft face'd many things.

Tai. I have.

Gru. Face not me; thou haft brav'd many men, brave not me; I will neither be face'd, nor brav'd. I

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