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.
Tra. What is he, Biondello?