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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!

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.

Mistress, we have.

Luc.

Then we are rid of Litio.

Tra.

I’ faith, he’ll have a lusty widow now,

That shall be woo’d and wedded in a day.

Bian.

God give him joy!

Tra.

Ay, and he’ll tame her.

Bian.

He says so, Tranio?

Tra.

Faith, he is gone unto the taming-school.

Bian.

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

Tra.

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.

Bion.

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.