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A Street in PADU A.

Flourish. Enter Lucentio and Tranio.


RANIO, fince for the great defire I had
To fee fair Padua, nurfery of arts,

I am arriv'd from fruitful Lombardy',
The pleasant garden of great Italy;

And, by my father's love and leave, am arm'd
With his good-will, and thy good company:
Moft trufty fervant, well approv'd in all,
Here let us breathe, and haply institute
A course of learning, and ingenious ftudies.
Pifa, renowned for grave citizens,

Gave me my Being: and my father first,

A merchant of great traffick through the world:
Vincentio's come of the Bentivoli,

—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 his fon, brought up in Florence,
It shall become, to ferve all hopes conceiv'd,
To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds:
*And therefore, Tranio, for the time I study,
Virtue and that part of philofophy
Will I apply, that treats of happiness
By virtue fpecially to be atchiev'd.
Tell me thy mind, for I have Pifa left,
And am to Padua come, as he that leaves
A fhallow plash to plunge him in the deep,
And with fatiety feeks to quench his thirst.
Tra. Me pardonato, gentle mafter mine,
I am in all affected as yourself:
Glad, that you thus continue your refolve,
To fuck the fweets of fweet philofophy:
Only, good mafter, while we do admire
This virtue, and this moral difcipline,
Let's be no Stoicks, nor no ftocks, I pray ;
Or, fo devote to Ariftotle's checks,
As Ovid be an outcaft quite abjur'd.

Talk Logick with acquaintance that you have,
And practice Rhetorick in your common talk,
Mufick and Poefy ufe to quicken you;
The Mathematicks, and the Metaphyficks,
Fall to them, as you find your ftomach ferves you:
No profit grows, where is no pleasure ta'en

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.
But ftay a while, what company is this?

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.



Enter Baptifta with Catharina and Bianca, Gremio
and Hortenfio. Lucentio and Tranio ftand by.

Bap. Gentlemen both, importune me no farther,
For how I firmly am refolv'd, you know;
That is, not to bestow my youngest daughter,
Before I have a husband for the elder ;

If either of you both love Catharina,

Because I know you well, and love you well,
Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure.

Gre. To cart her rather.-She's too rough for me.
There, there, Hortenfio, will you any wife?
Cath. I pray you, Sir, is it your will

To make a Stale of me amongst these mates?
Hor. Mates, maid, how mean you that? no mates
for you;

Unless you were of gentler, milder, mould.

Cath. I'faith, Sir, you shall never need to fear,
I wis, it is not half way to her heart :

But if it were, doubt not, her care shall be
To comb your noddle with a three-legg❜d ftool,
And paint your face, and ufe you like a fool.

Hor. From all fuch devils, good Lord, deliver us.
Gre. And me too, good Lord.

Tra. Hush, mafter, here's fome good paftime


That wench is ftark mad, or wonderful fro


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.


Bap. Gentlemen, that I may foon make good
What I have faid, Bianca, get you in ;


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And let it not displease thee, good Bianca;
For I will love thee ne'er the lefs, my girl.

Cath. A pretty Peat ! it is best put finger in the eye, and the knew why.

Bian. Sifter, content you in my discontent.
Sir, to your pleasure humbly I fubscribe:
My books and inftruments fhall be my company,
On them to look, and practise by myself.

Luc. Hark, Tranio, thou may't hear Minerva


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?
Bap. Gentlemen, content ye; I am refolv'd.

Go in, Bianca

[Exit Bianca.
And for I know, fhe taketh moft delight
In musick, inftruments, and poetry;
School-mafters will I keep within my houfe,
Fit to inftruct her youth. If you, Hortenfio,
Or Signior Gremio, you know any fuch,
Prefer them hither: for to cunning men t
I will be very kind; and liberal

To mine own children, in good bringing up;
And fo farewel: Catharina, you may stay,
For I have more to commune with Bianca.

[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.


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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.
Gre. A husband! a devil.-

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

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