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Sly. Madam wife, they say that I have dream'd,
and slept Above some fifteen
and more. Page. Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me.
Enter a Servant. Seru. Your honour's players, hearing your amend
ment, Are come to play a pleasant comedy, For so your doctors hold it very meet ; Seeing too much sadness hath congeal'd your blood, And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy, Therefore, they thought it good you hear a play, And frame
mind to mirth and merriment, Which bars a thousand harms, and lengthens life.
Sly. Marry, I will ; let them play it: Is not a commonty: a Christmas gambol, or a tumblingtrick?
Page. No, my good lord; it is more pleasing stuff.
Sly. What, houshold stuff?
Sly. Well, we'll see't: Come, madam wife, sit by my side, and let the world slip; we shall ne'er be younger.
[They sit down.
ACT THE FIRST.
Padua. A public Place.
Enter LUCENTIo and TRANIO.
Luc. Tranio, since — for the great desire I had
Tra. Mi perdonate', gentle master mine, 'I am in all affected as yourself;
5 Pardon me.
4 Small piece of water.
Glad that you thus continue your resolve,
Tra. Master, some show, to welcome us to town.
Enter BAPTISTA, KATHARINA, BIANCA, GREMIO,
and HORTENSIO. LUCENTIO and TRANIO stand aside.
Bap. Gentlemen, importune me no further, For how I firmly am resolv'd you
know; That is,
- not to bestow my youngest daughter,
have to court her at your pleasure. Gre. To cart her rather: She's too rough for
There, there Hortensio, will
wife? Kath. I pray you, sir, [To BAP.] is it your will To make a stale of me amongst these mates ?
Hor. Mátes, maid! how mean you that? no mates
Unless you were of gentler, milder mould.
Kath. I'faith, sir, you shall never need to fear;
Hor. From all such devils, heaven deliver us!
Luc. But in the other's silence I do see
Kath. A pretty peat' ! 'tis best
Why, will you mew' her up,
Bap. Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolv'd:-
And for I know, she taketh most delight
not? What, shall I be appointed hours; as though, be
like, I knew not what to take, and what to leave? [Exit.
Gre. You may go to the devil; your gifts’ are so good, here is none will hold you. Our 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. Farewell : · Yet, for the love I bear my sweet Bianca, if I can by any means light on a
man, to teach her that wherein she delights, I will wish him to her father.
Hor. So will I, signior Gremio : But a word, I pray. Though the nature of our quarrel yet never brook'd parle, know now, upon advice 3, it toucheth us both, that we may yet again have access to our fair mistress, and be happy rivals in Bianca's love, - to labour and effect one thing 'specially.
Gre. What's that, I pray?
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 her.
Hor. Tush, Gremio, though it pass your pa