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SCENE III.

Gre. You may go to the devil's dam. Your gifts are fo good, here is none will hold you. Our love is not fo great, Hortenfio, but we may blow our nails together, and faft it fairly out. Our cake's dough on both fides. Farewel; yet for the love I bear my sweet Bianca, if I can by any means light on a fit man to teach her That wherein the delights, I will with him to her Father.

Hor. So will I, Signior Gremio; but a word, I pray, tho' the nature of our quarrel never yet brook'd Parle, know now, upon advice, it toucheth us both, that we may yet again have accefs to our fair Miftrefs, and be happy rivals in Bianca's love, to labour and effect one thing 'fpecially.

Gre. What's that, I pray ?

Hor. Marry, Sir, to get a husband for her fifter.
Gre. A hufband! a devil.-

Hor. I fay a husband.

Gre. I fay, a devil. Think'st thou, Hortenfio, thi her father be very rich, any man is so very a fool to be married to hell?

Hor. Tufh, Gremio; tho' it pafs your patience and mine to endure her loud alarms, why, man, there be good fellows in the world, an' a man could light on them, would take her with all her faults, and mony enough.

Gre. I cannot tell; but I had as lief take her dowry with this condition, to be whip'd at the high cross every morning.

Hor. 'Faith, as you fay, there's a small choice in rotten apples. But, come, fince this bar in law makes us friends, it shall be so far forth friendly maintain'd, 'till by helping Baptifta's eldest daughter to a husband, we fet his youngest free for a husband, and then have

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Sweet Bianca! happy man be his dole! he that runs falteft gets the ring; how fay you, Signior Gremio?

Gre. I am agreed; and would I had given him the beft horfe in Padua to begin his wooing, that would throughly woo her, wed her, and bed her, and rid the house of her. Come on.

[Exeunt Gremio and Hortenfio.

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Manent Tranio and Lucentio.

Tra, I pray, Sir, tell, me, is it poffible
That love should on a sudden take fuch hold?
Luc. Oh Tranio, 'till I found it to be true,
I never thought it poffible or likely.
But fee, while idly I ftood looking on,
I found th' effect of Love in idleness:
And now in plainnefs do confefs to thee,
(That art to me as fecret, and as dear,
As Anna to the Queen of Carthage was ;)
Tranio, I burn, I pine, I perifh Tranio.
If I atchieve not this young modeft girl :
Counsel me, Tranio, for, I know, thou canst ;
Affift me, Tranio, for, I know, thou wilt.

Tra. Mafter, it is no time to chide you now
Affection is not rated from the heart.

If love hath touch'd you, nought remains but fo*, * Redime te captum quàm queas minimo.

Luc. Gramercy, lad; go forward, this contents; The ret will comfort, for thy counsel's found. Tra. Mafter, you look'd fo longly on the maid,

4 If Love bath TOUCH'D you,

nought remains but fo.] The next line from Terence, fhews that we should read,

If Love hath TOYL'D you, i. e. taken you in his toils, his nets. Alluding to the captus eft,

habet, of the fame Author,

WARBURTON,

* Our author had this line from Lilly, which I mention, that it may not be brought as an ar gument of his learning.

Perhaps,

Perhaps, you mark'd not what's the pith of all.
Luc. O yes, I faw fweet Beauty in her face;
Such as the daughter of Agenor had,

That made great Jove to humble him to her hand,
When with his knees he kiss'd the Cretan ftrand.
Tra. Saw you no more? mark'd you not, how her
fifter

Began to fcold, and raise up fuch a ftorm,
That mortal ears might hardly endure the din?
Luc. Tranio, I faw her coral lips to move,
And with her breath fhe did perfume the air;
Sacred and fweet was all I faw in her.

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Tra. Nay, then it is time to flir him from his trance.
pray, awake, Sir; if you love the maid,

Bend thoughts and wit t'atchieve her. Thus it ftands;
Her eldest fifter is fo curft and fhrewd,

That till the Father rids his hands of her,
Mafter, your love must live a Maid at home;
And therefore has he clofely mew'd her up,
Because she shall not be annoy'd with fuitors.

Luc. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel Father's he!
But art not thou advis'd he took fome care
To get her cunning school-mafters t' inftruct her?
Tra. Ay, marry, am I, Sir; and now 'tis plotted.
Luc. I have it, Tranio.

Tra. Mafter, for my hand,

Both our inventions meet and jump in one.

Luc. Tell me thine first.

Tra. You will be fchool-mafter,

And undertake the teaching of the maid:

That's your device.

Luc. It is may it be done?

Tra. Not poffible; for who fhall bear your part,
And be in Padua here Vincentio's fon,

Keep houfe, and ply his book, welcome his friends,
Vifit his countrymen, and banquet them?

Luc. Bafta;-content thee; for I have it full.

We have not yet been seen in any house,

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Nor can we diftinguish'd by our faces,
For man or mafter: then it follows thus.
Thou shalt be mafter, Tranio, in my ftead;

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Keep house, and port, and fervants, as I fhould.
I will fome other be, fome Florentine,

Some Neapolitan, or meaner man of Pifa.
'Tis hatch'd, and fhall be fo: Tranio, at once;
Uncafe thee: take my colour'd hat and cloak.
When Biondello comes, he waits on thee;
But I will charm him firft to keep his tongue.
Tra. So had you need. (They exchange habits.
In brief, good Sir, fith it your pleasure is,
And I am tied to be obedient,

For fo your Father charg'd me at our parting ;
(Be ferviceable to my Son, quoth he),

Altho', I think, 'twas in another fenfe;
I am content to be Lucentio,
Because fo well I love Lucentio.

Luc. Tranio, be fo; because Lucentio loves ;
And let me be a slave t'atchieve that Maid,
Whofe fudden fight hath thrall'd my wounded eye.

Enter Biondello.

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 ftoll'n your cloaths, or you ftoll'n his; or both? pray, what's the news?

Luc. Sirrah, come hither: 'tis no time to jeft
And therefore frame your manners to the time.
Your fellow Tranio here, to fave my life,
Puts my apparel and my count'nance on,
And I for my efcape have put on his :
For in a quarrel, fince I came afhore,
I kill'd a man, and fear, I am defcry'd :
Wait you on him, I charge you, as becomes;
While I make way from hence to fave my life.
Port, is figure, show, appearance:

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You understand me?

Bion. Ay, Sir, ne'er a whit.

Luc. And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth; Tranio is chang'd into Lucentio.

Bion. The better for him: 'Would, I were so too. Tra. So would I, i'faith, boy, to have the next wifh after; that Lucentio, indeed, had Baptifta's youngest daughter. But, firrah, not for my fake, but your mafter's, I advise you, use your manners difcreetly in all kind of companies: when I am alone, why then I am Tranio; but in all places elfe, your mafter Lucentio.

Luc. Tranio, let's go one thing more refts, that thyfelf execute to make one among these wooers; if thou afk me why, fufficeth, my reasons are both good and weighty. [Exeunt.

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SCENE V.

Before Hortenfio's Houfe, in Padua.
Enter Petruchio, and Grumio.

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Erona, for a while I take

my leave,

To fee my friends in Padua ; but of all

My beft beloved and approved friend,

Hortenfio; and, I trow, this is the house;
Here, firrah, Grumio, knock, I fay,

Gru. Knock, Sir? whom fhould I knock? is there any man has rebus'd your Worship?

Pet. Villain, I fay, knock me here foundly.
Gru. Knock you here, Sir? why, what am I
Sir,

That I fhould knock you here, Sir.

Pet. Villain, I fay, knock me at this gate,

And rap me well; or I'll knock your knave's pate.. Gru. My mafter is grown quarrelfome: I fhould knock you first,

And then I know after, who comes by the worst.

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