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See, how they kiss and court! Signior Lucentio,
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Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow
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Never to woo her no more, but do forswear her,
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As one unworthy all the former favours
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That I have fondly flatter'd her withal.
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TRANIO:
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And here I take the unfeigned oath,
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Never to marry with her though she would entreat:
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Fie on her! see, how beastly she doth court him!
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HORTENSIO:
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Would all the world but he had quite forsworn!
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For me, that I may surely keep mine oath,
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I will be married to a wealthy widow,
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Ere three days pass, which hath as long loved me
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As I have loved this proud disdainful haggard.
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And so farewell, Signior Lucentio.
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Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,
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Shall win my love: and so I take my leave,
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In resolution as I swore before.
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TRANIO:
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Mistress Bianca, bless you with such grace
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As 'longeth to a lover's blessed case!
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Nay, I have ta'en you napping, gentle love,
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And have forsworn you with Hortensio.
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BIANCA:
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Tranio, you jest: but have you both forsworn me?
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TRANIO:
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Mistress, we have.
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LUCENTIO:
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Then we are rid of Licio.
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TRANIO:
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I' faith, he'll have a lusty widow now,
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That shall be wood and wedded in a day.
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BIANCA:
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God give him joy!
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TRANIO:
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Ay, and he'll tame her.
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BIANCA:
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He says so, Tranio.
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TRANIO:
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Faith, he is gone unto the taming-school.
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BIANCA:
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The taming-school! what, is there such a place?
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TRANIO:
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Ay, mistress, and Petruchio is the master;
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That teacheth tricks eleven and twenty long,
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To tame a shrew and charm her chattering tongue.
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BIONDELLO:
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O master, master, I have watch'd so long
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That I am dog-weary: but at last I spied
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An ancient angel coming down the hill,
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Will serve the turn.
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TRANIO:
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What is he, Biondello?
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BIONDELLO:
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Master, a mercatante, or a pedant,
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I know not what; but format in apparel,
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In gait and countenance surely like a father.
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LUCENTIO:
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And what of him, Tranio?
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TRANIO:
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If he be credulous and trust my tale,
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I'll make him glad to seem Vincentio,
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And give assurance to Baptista Minola,
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As if he were the right Vincentio
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Take in your love, and then let me alone.
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Pedant:
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God save you, sir!
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TRANIO:
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And you, sir! you are welcome.
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Travel you far on, or are you at the farthest?
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Pedant:
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Sir, at the farthest for a week or two:
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But then up farther, and as for as Rome;
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And so to Tripoli, if God lend me life.
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TRANIO:
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What countryman, I pray?
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