And here I'll fling the pillow, there the bolster, way the coverlet, another way the sheets: SCENE II. Padua. Before Baptista's House. Enter TRANIO and HORTENSIO. Tra. Is't possible, friend Licio, that Bianca Hor. Sir, to satisfy you in what I have said, [They stand aside, Enter BIANCA and LUCENTIO. Luc. Now, mistress, profit you in what you read ? Bian. What, master, read your first resolve me that. Luc. I read that I profess, the art to love. Bian. And may you prove, sir, master of your art ! i Pretend. my heart. Luc. While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of [They retire. Hor. Quick proceeders, marry! Now, tell me, I pray, You that durst swear that your mistress Bianca Loy'd none in the world so well as Lucentio. Tra. O despiteful love! unconstant woman-kind!I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful. Hor. Mistake no more : I am not Licio, Tra. Signior Hortensio, I have often heard Lucentio, Tra. And here I take the like unfeigned oath,– Ne'er to marry with her though she would entreat: Fye on her! see, how beastly she doth court him. Hor. 'Would, all the world, but he, had quite for sworn! For me, that I may surely keep mine oath, 2 Despicable fellow. I will be married to a wealthy widow, [Exit HORTENSIO.-LUCENTIO and BIANCA advance. Tra. Mistress Bianca, bless you with such grace sworn me? Then we are rid of Licio. Bian. God give him joy! He says so, Tranio. 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, running. Bion. O master, master, I have watch'd so long That I'm dog-weary; but at last I spied An ancient angel 3 coming down the hill, What is he, Biondello! Luc. And what of him, Tranio ? Tra. If he be credulous, and trust my tale, [Exeunt LUCENTIO and BIANCA, Enter a Pedant. Ped. God save you, sir ! And you are welcome. Travel you on, or are you at the furthest? Tra. What countryman, I pray? Of Mantua. hard. Tra. 'Tis death for any one in Mantua To come to Padua; Know you not the cause ? Your ships are staid at Venice; and the duke (For private quarrel 'twixt your duke and him,) 3 Messenger, 4 A merchant or 2 schoolmaster, Hath publish'd and proclaim'd it openly: Ped. Alas, sir, it is worse for me than so; Tra. Well, sir, to do you courtesy, 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. As much as an apple doth an oyster, and all [Aside. 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; one. |