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Be patient; to-morrow it shall be mended,
[Exeunt Petruchio, Katharina, and Curtis. Nath. [Advancing.] Peter, didst ever see the
Curt. In her chamber, Making a sermon of continency to her; And rails, and swears, and rates; that she, poor
soul, Knows not which way to stand, to look, to speak; And sits as one new-risen from a dream. · Away, away! for he is coming hither. [Exeunt.
Re-enter Petruchio. Pet. Thus have I politickly begun my reign, And 'tis my hope to end successfully: My falcon now is sharp, and passing empty; And till she stoop, she must not be full-gorg'd, For then she never looks upon her lure*, Another way I have to man my haggard t, To make her come, and know her keeper's call, That is,—to watch her, as we watch these kites, That bate f, and beat, and will not be obedient. She eat no meat to-day, nor none shall eat; Last night she slept not, nor to-night she shall not; As with the meat, some undeserved fault I'll find about the making of the bed ; And here I'll Aling the pillow, there the bolster, This way the coverlet, another way the sheets :Ay, and amid this hurly, I intend , That all is done in reverent care of her;
* A thing stuffed to look like the game which the hawk was to pursue. + To tame my wild hawk.
Flutter. § Pretend.
And, in conclusion, she shall watch all night:
mour : He that knows better how to tame a shrew, Now let him speak: 'tis charity to show. (Exit.
Enter Tranio and Hortensio.
Hor. Sir, to satisfy you in what I have said, Stand by, and mark the manner of his teaching.
[They stand aside. 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 woman
kind! 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 scorn to live in this disguise,
Tra. Signior Hortensio, I have often heard
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
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 for
sworn me ? Tra. Mistress, we have. Luc.
Then we are rid of Licio." Tra. I'faith, he'll have a lusty widow now,
* Despicable fellow.