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And let it not displease thee, good Bianca
Catb. A pretty Peat !! it is best put finger in the eye, and she knew why.
Bian. Sister, content you in my discontent. -Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe : My books and instruments shall be my company, On them to look, and practise by myself. Luc. Hark, Tranio, thou may’st hear Minerva speak.
Gre. Why will you mew her up,
Bap. Gentlemen, content ye; I'am refolv'd.
[Exit Bianca. And for I know, she taketh most delight In musick, instruments, and poetry ; School-masters will I keep within my house, Fit to instruct her youth. If you, Hortenfio, Or Signior Gremio, you know any such, Prefer them hither : for to cunning ment I will be very kind; and liberal To mine own children, in good bringing up; And so farewel : Catharina, you may stay, For I have more to commune with Bianca. [Exit.
Cath. Why, and, I trust, I may go too, may I not ? 'what, shall I be appointed hours, as tho', belike, I knew not what to take, and what to leave ? ha !
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tion of knowing, learned, as may 80 frange.] That is, so odd, be observed in the trandation of lo different from others in your the Bible.
Gre. You may go to the devil's dam. Your gifts are so good, here is none will hold you. Our love is not so great, Hortenfio, but we may blow our nails together, and fast it fairly out. Our cake's dough on both sides. 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 she delights, I will wish him to her Father
Hor. So will I, Signior Gremio ; but a word, I pray; tho’ the nature of our quarrel never yet brook's Parle, know now, upon advice, it coucheth 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 ching 'specially. Gre. What's that, I
Gre. I say, a devil. Think'st thou, Hortenfio, tho' her father be very rich, any man is so very a fool to be married to hell ?
Hor. Tush, Gremio ; tho' it pass 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 say, there's a small choice in rotten apples. But, come, since this bar in law makes us friends, it shall be so far forth friendly maintain'd, 'till by helping Baptista's eldest daughter to a husband, we fet 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, Signior Gremio ?
Gre. I am agreed; and would I had given him the best horse 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 Hortensio,
SC EN E IV.
Manent Tranio and Lucentio.
Luc, Oh Tranio, 'till I found it to be true,
Tra. Master, it is no time to chide you now;
Luc. Gramercy, lad ; go forward, this contents; The rest will comfort, for thy counsel's sound.
Tra. Master, you look'd so longly on the maid,
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Perhaps, you mark'd 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, When with his knees he kiss'd the Cretan strand. Tra. Saw you no more ? mark'd you not, how her
• fifter 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 breach she did perfume the air ; Sacred and sweet was all I saw in her.
Tra. Nay, then it is time to stir him from his trance.
Luc. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel Father's he!
Tra. Ay, marry, am I, Sir ; and now 'tis plotted.
Tra. Master, for my hand,
Luc. Tell me thine first.
Tra. You will be school-master,
Luc. It is : may it be done?
Tra. Not possible: for who shall bear your part, And be in Padua here Vincentio's son, Keep house, and ply his book, welcome his friends, Visit his countrymen, and banquet them?
Luc. Basta ;-content thee; for I have it full. We have not yet been seen in any house,
Nor can we be distinguish'd by our faces,
Tra. So had you need. They exchange batits.
Luć. Tranio, be so; because Lucentio loves; And let me be a Nave t'atchieve that Maid, Whose sudden fight hath thrallid my
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 stoll’n your cloaths, or you stoll'n his, or both ? pray, what's the news ?
Luc. Sirrah, come hither : 'tis no time to jest;