Act 4, Scene 2: Padua. Before BAPTISTA'S house

SCENE II. Padua. Before BAPTISTA'S house.

    Enter TRANIO and HORTENSIO

TRANIO

    Is't possible, friend Licio, that Mistress Bianca
    Doth fancy any other but Lucentio?
    I tell you, sir, she bears me fair in hand.

HORTENSIO

    Sir, to satisfy you in what I have said,
    Stand by and mark the manner of his teaching.

    Enter BIANCA and LUCENTIO

LUCENTIO

    Now, mistress, profit you in what you read?

BIANCA

    What, master, read you? first resolve me that.

LUCENTIO

    I read that I profess, the Art to Love.

BIANCA

    And may you prove, sir, master of your art!

LUCENTIO

    While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of my heart!

HORTENSIO

    Quick proceeders, marry! Now, tell me, I pray,
    You that durst swear at your mistress Bianca
    Loved none in the world so well as Lucentio.

TRANIO

    O despiteful love! unconstant womankind!
    I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful.

HORTENSIO

    Mistake no more: I am not Licio,
    Nor a musician, as I seem to be;
    But one that scorn to live in this disguise,
    For such a one as leaves a gentleman,
    And makes a god of such a cullion:
    Know, sir, that I am call'd Hortensio.

TRANIO

    Signior Hortensio, I have often heard
    Of your entire affection to Bianca;
    And since mine eyes are witness of her lightness,
    I will with you, if you be so contented,
    Forswear Bianca and her love for ever.

HORTENSIO

    See, how they kiss and court! Signior Lucentio,
    Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow
    Never to woo her no more, but do forswear her,
    As one unworthy all the former favours
    That I have fondly flatter'd her withal.

TRANIO

    And here I take the unfeigned oath,
    Never to marry with her though she would entreat:
    Fie on her! see, how beastly she doth court him!

HORTENSIO

    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 loved me
    As I have loved 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

TRANIO

    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.

BIANCA

    Tranio, you jest: but have you both forsworn me?

TRANIO

    Mistress, we have.

LUCENTIO

    Then we are rid of Licio.

TRANIO

    I' faith, he'll have a lusty widow now,
    That shall be wood and wedded in a day.

BIANCA

    God give him joy!

TRANIO

    Ay, and he'll tame her.

BIANCA

    He says so, Tranio.

TRANIO

    Faith, he is gone unto the taming-school.

BIANCA

    The taming-school! what, is there such a place?

TRANIO

    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

BIONDELLO

    O master, master, I have watch'd so long
    That I am dog-weary: but at last I spied
    An ancient angel coming down the hill,
    Will serve the turn.

TRANIO

    What is he, Biondello?

BIONDELLO

    Master, a mercatante, or a pedant,
    I know not what; but format in apparel,
    In gait and countenance surely like a father.

LUCENTIO

    And what of him, Tranio?

TRANIO

    If he be credulous and trust my tale,
    I'll make him glad to seem Vincentio,
    And give assurance to Baptista Minola,
    As if he were the right Vincentio
    Take in your love, and then let me alone.

    Exeunt LUCENTIO and BIANCA

    Enter a Pedant

Pedant

    God save you, sir!

TRANIO

    And you, sir! you are welcome.
    Travel you far on, or are you at the farthest?

Pedant

    Sir, at the farthest for a week or two:
    But then up farther, and as for as Rome;
    And so to Tripoli, if God lend me life.

TRANIO

    What countryman, I pray?

Pedant

    Of Mantua.

TRANIO

    Of Mantua, sir? marry, God forbid!
    And come to Padua, careless of your life?

Pedant

    My life, sir! how, I pray? for that goes hard.

TRANIO

    'Tis death for any one in Mantua
    To come to Padua. Know you not the cause?
    Your ships are stay'd at Venice, and the duke,
    For private quarrel 'twixt your duke and him,
    Hath publish'd and proclaim'd it openly:
    'Tis, marvel, but that you are but newly come,
    You might have heard it else proclaim'd about.

Pedant

    Alas! sir, it is worse for me than so;
    For I have bills for money by exchange
    From Florence and must here deliver them.

TRANIO

    Well, sir, to do you courtesy,
    This will I do, and this I will advise you:
    First, tell me, have you ever been at Pisa?

Pedant

    Ay, sir, in Pisa have I often been,
    Pisa renowned for grave citizens.

TRANIO

    Among them know you one Vincentio?

Pedant

    I know him not, but I have heard of him;
    A merchant of incomparable wealth.

TRANIO

    He is my father, sir; and, sooth to say,
    In countenance somewhat doth resemble you.

BIONDELLO

    [Aside] As much as an apple doth an oyster,
    and all one.

TRANIO

    To save your life in this extremity,
    This favour will I do you for his sake;
    And think it not the worst of an your fortunes
    That you are like to Sir Vincentio.
    His name and credit shall you undertake,
    And in my house you shall be friendly lodged:
    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.

Pedant

    O sir, I do; and will repute you ever
    The patron of my life and liberty.

TRANIO

    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 pass assurance of a dower in marriage
    'Twixt me and one Baptista's daughter here:
    In all these circumstances I'll instruct you:
    Go with me to clothe you as becomes you.

    Exeunt

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