THE TAMING of the SHREW. ACTI. SCENE I T A Street in PADU A. Flourish. Enter Lucentio and Tranio. LUCENT I 0. RANIO, fince for the great defire I had I am arriv'd from fruitful Lombardy', And, by my father's love and leave, am arm'd Gave me my Being: and my father first, A merchant of great traffick through the world: —from fruitful Lombardy.] So Mr. Theobald. The former editions, instead of from, had for. -ingenious.] I rather think it was written ingenuous studies, but of this and a thoufand fuch obfervations there is little certainty. Lucentio 2 Lucentio his fon, brought up in Florence, Talk Logick with acquaintance that you have, In brief, Sir, study what you most affect. Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou advise; If, Biondello, thou wert come afhore, We could at once put us in readiness; And take a lodging fit to entertain Such friends, as time in Padua fhall beget. Tra. Mafter, fome fhew to welcome us to town. 2 Sir Thomas Hanmer, and after him Dr. Warburton, read to virtue; but formerly ply and ap ply were indifferently used, as to ply or apply his ftudies. SCENE SCE ENE II. Enter Baptifta with Catharina and Bianca, Gremio Bap. Gentlemen both, importune me no farther, If either of you both love Catharina, Because I know you well, and love you well, Gre. To cart her rather.-She's too rough for me. To make a Stale of me amongst these mates? Unless you were of gentler, milder, mould. Cath. I'faith, Sir, you shall never need to fear, But if it were, doubt not, her care shall be Hor. From all fuch devils, good Lord, deliver us. Tra. Hush, mafter, here's fome good paftime toward; That wench is ftark mad, or wonderful fro ward. Luc. But in the other's filence I do fee Maid's mild behaviour and fobriety. Peace, Tranio. Tra. Well faid, mafter; mum! and gaze your fill. Safide. Bap. Gentlemen, that I may foon make good C And י And let it not displease thee, good Bianca; Cath. A pretty Peat ! it is best put finger in the eye, and the knew why. Bian. Sifter, content you in my discontent. Luc. Hark, Tranio, thou may't hear Minerva fpeak. Lafide. Hor. Signior Baptifta, will you be so * * ftrange? Sorry am I, that our good will effects Bianca's grief. Gre. Why will you mew her up, Signior Baptifta, for this fiend of hell, And make her bear the penance of her tongue? Go in, Bianca [Exit Bianca. To mine own children, in good bringing up; [Exit. Cath. Why, and, I truft, I may go too, may I not? what, fhall I be appointed hours, as tho', belike, I knew not what to take, and what to leave? ha! [Exit. 3 A pretty Peat.] Peat or conduct. Pet is a word of endearment from petit, little, as if it meant pretty little thing. * So ftrange.] That is, fo odd, fo different from others in your + Cunning men.] Cunning had not yet loft its original fignification of knowing, learned, as may be observed in the tranflation of the Bible. SCENE Your gifts Our love is our nails to Gre. You may go to the devil's dam. are fo good, here is none will hold you. not fo great, Hortenfio, but we may blow gether, and fast it fairly out. Our cake's dough on both fides. Farewel; yet for the love I bear my fweet Bianca, if I can by any means light on a fit man to teach her That wherein the delights, I will with him to her Father. Hor. So will I, Signior Gremio; but a word, I pray; tho' the nature of our quarrel never yet brook'd. Parle, know now, upon advice, it toucheth us both, that we may yet again have accefs to our fair Miftrefs, and be happy rivals in Bianca's love, to labour and effect one thing 'Ipecially! Gre. What's that, I pray? Hor. Marry, Sir, to get a husband for her fifter. Hor. I fay a husband. Gre. I fay, a devil. Think'ft thou, Hortenfio, thơ her father be very rich, any man is so very a fool to be married to hell? Hor. Tufh, Gremio; tho' it pafs your patience and mine to endure her loud alarms, why, man, there be good fellows in the world, an' a man could light on them, would take her with all her faults, and mony enough. Gre. I cannot tell; but I had as lief take her dowry with this condition, to be whip'd at the high crofs every morning. Hor. 'Faith, as you fay, there's a fmall choice in rotten apples. But, come, fince this bar in law makes us friends, it shall be so far forth friendly maintain❜d, 'till by helping Baptifta's eldest daughter to a hufband, we fet his youngeft free for a husband, and then have C 2 |