In gaite and countenance furly like a father . Tra. If he be credulous, and truft my tale, Take in your love, and then let me alone. Ped. God fave [Exeunt Lucentio and Bianca. Enter a Pedant. you, Sir. Tra. And you, Sir; you are welcome : But then up farther, and as far as Rome 3 Ped. Of Mantua. ? goes hard. Tra. Of Mantua, Sir? God forbid! 6-Surely like a father.] I know not what he is, fays the speaker; however, this is certain, he has the gait and countenance of a fatherly man. 、 WARBURTON. Ped. Ped. Ay, Sir, in Pisa have I often been ; Pifa 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, 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; His name and credit fhall you undertake, 'Till Ped. Oh, Sir, I do; and will repute you ever The Patron of my life and liberty. Afide 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 these circumftances I'll instruct you: Go with me, Sir, to cloath you as becomes you. SCENE VI. Enter Catharina and Grumio. [Exeunt. Gru. No, no, forfooth, I dare not for my life. pears: What, did he marry me to famish me? Beggars, that come unto my father's door, Am starv'd for meat, giddy for lack of fleep; As who would say, If I should sleep or eat Catb. 'Tis paffing good; I pry'thee, let me have it. Cath. I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me. Gru. I cannot tell;-I fear, it's cholerick; What fay you to a piece of beef and mustard? Cath. A difh, that I do love to feed upon. Gru. Ay, but the mustard is too hot a little. Cath. Why, then the beef, and let the mustard rest. Gru. Nay, then I will not; you shall have the mustard, Or else you get no beef of Grumio. Cath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt. Gru. Why, then the mustard without the beef. Cath. Go, get thee gone, thou falfe deluding flave, [Beats him. That feeds 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 SCENE VII. Enter Petruchio and Hortenfio, with meat. Pet. How fares my Kate? what, Sweeting, all à-mort? Hor. Miftrefs, what cheer? Cath. 'Faith, as cold as can be. Pet. Pluck up thy fpirits; look cheerfully upon me j Here, love, thou feeft how diligent I am, To drefs thy meat myself, and bring it thee : Cath. I pray you let it ftand. Pet. The pooreft service is repaid with thanks, And fo fhall mine, before you touch the meat. Cath. I thank you, Sir. Hor. Signior Petruchio, fy, you are to blame: Come, mistress Kate, I'll bear you company. Pet. Eat it up all, Hortenfio, if thou loveft me ; Much good do it unto thy gentle heart; * [Afide. With filken coats, and caps, and golden rings, And all my pains is forted to no proof] And all my labour has ended in nothing, or proved nothing. We tried an experiment, but it forted not. BACON. -fardingals, and things:] Though things is a poor word, yet I have no better, and pers haps the author had not another that would rhyme. I once thought to tranfpofe the words rings and things, but it would make little improvement. SCENE Come, taylor, let us fee thefe ornaments. Lay forth the gown. What news with you, Sir? A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap. Cath. I'll have Ho bigger, this doth fit the time; Pet. When you are gentle, you fhall have one too, And not 'till then. Her. That will not be in hafte. 8 Cath. Why, Sir, I truft, I may have leave to speak. And speak I will. I am no child, no babe; Your betters have endur'd me fay my mind; And, if you cannot, beft you ftop your ears. My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, Or, elfe my heart, concealing it, will break: And rather than it fhall, I will be free Even to the utmost as I please in words. Pet. Why, thou fay'ft true, it is a paltry cap. A custard-coffin, a bauble, a filken pie; I love thee well, in that thou lik'ft it not. Cath. Love me, or love me not, I like the cap; And I will have it, or I will have none. Pet. Thy gown? why, ay.--Come, taylor, let us fee't. 8 Why, Sir, I truft, I may have leave to speak, &c.] Shakefear has here copied nature with great fkill. Petruchio, by frightening, ftarving and overwatching his wife, had tamed her in to gentleness and fubmiffion. And the audience expects to hear no more of the Shrew: When on her being croffed, in the article of fashion and finery, the moft inveterate folly of the fex, fhe flies out again, though for the last time, into all the intemperate rage of her nature. WARBURTON. |