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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.]
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 woo ' d 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, running.]
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.