Padua. Before BAPTISTA'S House. |
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Enter TRANIO and HORTENSIO. |
Tra. Is't possible, friend Licio, 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. |
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Enter BIANCA and LUCENTIO. |
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, Licio, this is wonderful. |
Hor. Mistake no more: I am not Licio, |
Nor a musician, as I seem to be; |
But one that scorns 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 I do forswear her, |
As one unworthy all the former favours |
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 HORTENSIO. LUCENTIO and BIANCA advance. |
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 Licio. |
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. |
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Enter BIONDELLO, running. |
Bion. O master, master! I have watch'd so long |
That I'm 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 mercatante, 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. |
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Enter a Pedant. |
Ped. God save you, sir! |
Tra. And you, sir! you are welcome. |
Travel you far on, or are you at the furthest? |
Ped. Sir, at the furthest for a week or two; |
But then up further, 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 countenance 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 favour 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 courtesy, 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 dower 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. |
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