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Balke logic with acquaintance that you have,
Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou advise.
We could at once put us in readiness;
Tra. Master, some show, to welcome us to town.
Enter BAPTISTA, KATHARINA, BIANCA, GREMIO, and HOR
Bap. Gentlemen, importune me no further,
Gre. To cart her rather; she's too rough for me.-
Kath. I pray you, sir, [To BAP.] is it your will
Hor. Mates, maid! how mean you that? no mates for
Unless you were of gentler, milder mould.
Kath. I'faith, sir, you shall never need to fear;
Hor. From all such devils, good Lord deliver us!
Tra. Hush, master! here is some good pastime toward;
Luc. But in the other's silence I do see
Maid's mild behavior and sobriety.
Tra. Well said, master; mum and gaze your fill.
And let it not displease thee, good Bianca;
Kath. A pretty peat! 'tis best
Put finger in the eye, -an she knew why.
Bian. Sister, content you in my discontent.-
Luc. Hark, Tranio! thou mayst hear Minerva speak.
Hor. Seignior Baptista, will you be so strange? Sorry am I that our good will effects
Why, will you mew her up,
Bap. Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolved.-
And for I know she taketh most delight
To mine own children in good bringing up;
Kath. Why, and I trust, I may go too, may I not? What, shall I be appointed hours; as though, belike, I knew not what to take and what to leave? Ha! [Exit.
Gre. You may go to the devil's dam: your gifts are so good, here is none will hold you. Their love is not so great, Hortensio, but we may blow our nails together, and fast it fairly out; our cake's dough on both sides. Farewellyet, for the love I bear my sweet Bianca, if I can by any means light on a fit man to teach her that wherein she delights, I will wish him to her father.
Hor. So will I, seignior Gremio: but a word, I pray. Though the nature of our quarrel yet never brooked parle, know now, upon advice, it toucheth us both, that we may yet again have access to our fair mistress, and be happy rivals in Bianca's love, to labor and effect one thing 'specially.
Gre. What's that, I pray?
Gre. A husband! A devil.
Gre. I say, a devil. Think'st thou, Hortensio, though her father be very rich, any man is so very a fool to be married to hell?
Hor. Tush, Gremio, though it pass your patience and mine, to endure her loud alarums, why, man, there be good fellows in the world, an a man could light on them, would take her with all faults, and money enough.
Gre. I cannot tell; but I had as lief take her dowry with this condition, to be whipped at the high-cross every morning.
Hor. 'Faith, as you say, there's small choice in rotten apples. But come; since this bar in law makes us friends, it shall be so far forth friendly maintained,-till by helping Baptista's eldest daughter to a husband, we set his youngest free for a husband, and then have to't afresh. - Sweet Bianca!-Happy man be his dole! He that runs fastest, gets the ring. How say you, seignior Gremio?
Gre. I am agreed; and 'would I had given him the best horse in Padua to begin his wooing, that would thoroughly woo her, wed her, and bed her, and rid the house of her. Come on. [Exeunt GREMIO and HORTENSIO.
Tra. [Advancing.] I pray, sir, tell me,-Is it possible
That love should of a sudden take such hold?
Luc. O Tranio, till I found it to be true,
Tra. Master, it is no time to chide you now;
Luc. Gramercies, lad; go forward: this contents;
Tra. Master, you looked so longly on the maid, Perhaps you marked not what's the pith of all.
Luc. O yes, I saw sweet beauty in her face, Such as the daughter of Agenor had,
That made great Jove to humble him to her hand,
Tra. Saw you no more? Marked you not how her sister Began to scold, and raise up such a storm, That mortal ears might hardly endure the din?
Luc. Tranio, I saw her coral lips to move, And with her breath she did perfume the air; Sacred, and sweet, was all I saw in her.
Thus it stands:
Tra. Nay, then, 'tis time to stir him from his trance.
Luc. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel father's he!
Master, for my hand,
Both our inventions meet and jump in one.
It is. May it be done?
Tra. Not possible. For who shall bear your part,
Luc. Basta; content thee, for I have it full.
Tra. So had you need.
In brief then, sir, sith it your pleasure is,
And I am tied to be obedient,
(For so your father charged me at our parting;
Because so well I love Lucentio.
Luc. Tranio, be so, because Lucentio loves;
Here comes the rogue. Sirrah, where have you been? Bion. Where have I been? Nay, how now? where are you?
Master, has my fellow Tranio stolen your clothes?
I, sir, ne'er a whit.
Luc. And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth; Tranio is changed into Lucentio.
Bion. The better for him. 'Would I were so too!
Tra. So would I, faith, boy, to have the next wish after,That Lucentio indeed had Baptista's youngest daughter. But, sirrah,-not for my sake, but your master's-I advise You use your manners discreetly in all kind of companies. When I am alone, why then I am Tranio;
But in all places else, your master Lucentio.
Luc. Tranio, let's go.
One thing more rests, that thyself execute;-
1 Serv. My lord, you nod; you do not mind the play. Sly. Yes, by Saint Anne, do I. A good matter, surely Comes there any more of it?
Page. My lord, 'tis but begun.