_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, For such a one as leaves a gentleman, And makes a god of such a cullion: 20 Know, sir, that I am call'd Hortensio.
_Tra._ 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, 25 Forswear Bianca and her love for ever.
_Hor._ See, how they kiss and court! Signior Lucentio, Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow Never to woo her more, but do forswear her, As one unworthy all the former favours 30 That I have fondly flatter'd her withal.
_Tra._ And here I take the like unfeigned oath, Never to marry with her though she would entreat: Fie on her! see, how beastly she doth court him!
_Hor._ Would all the world but he had quite forsworn! 35 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. 40 Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, Shall win my love: and so I take my leave, In resolution as I swore before. [_Exit._
_Tra._ Mistress Bianca, bless you with such grace As 'longeth to a lover's blessed case! 45 Nay, I have ta'en you napping, gentle love, And have forsworn you with Hortensio.
_Bian._ Tranio, you jest: but have you both forsworn me?
_Tra._ I'faith, he'll have a lusty widow now, 50 That shall be woo'd and wedded in a day.
_Tra._ Faith, he is gone unto the taming-school.
_Bian._ The taming-school! what, is there such a place? 55
_Tra._ Ay, mistress, and Petruchio is the master; That teacheth tricks eleven and twenty long, To tame a shrew and charm her chattering tongue.
_Bion._ O master, master, I have watch'd so long That I am dog-weary! but at last I spied 60 An ancient angel coming down the hill, Will serve the turn.
_Bion._ Master, a mercatantè, or a pedant, I know not what; but formal in apparel, In gait and countenance surely like a father. 65
_Tra._ 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. 70 Take in your love, and then let me alone. [_Exeunt Lucentio and Bianca._
