As Ovid be an outcaft quite abjur'd, Talk logic with acquaintance that you have, Fall to them, as you find your ftomach ferves you: Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou advise; We could at once put us in readiness; And take a lodging fit to entertain Such friends, as time in Padua fhall beget. But ftay a while, what company is this? Tra. Mafter, fome fhow to welcome us to town. SCENE II. Enter Baptifta, with Catharina and Bianca, Gremio-and- Bap. Gentlemen both, importune me no farther, If either of you both love Catharina, Because I know you well, and love you well, Gre. To cart her rather.--She's too rough for me: There, there, Hortenfio, will you any wife? Cath. I pray you, Sir, is it your will To make a tale of me amongst thefe mates? Hor. Mates, maid, how mean you that? no mates for you; Unlefs you were of gentler, milder mould. Cath. I'faith, Sir, you shall never need to fear, I wis, it is not half-way to her heart: But if it were, doubt not, her care fhall be Tra. Tra. Hush, Mafter, here's fome good pastime? toward; That wench is ftark mad, or wonderful fro ward. Luc. But in the other's filence I do fee Maids mild behaviour and fobriety. Peace, Tranio. Tra. Well faid, Mafter; mum! and gaze your fill. 1 Bap. Gentlemen, that I may foon make good And let it not displease thee, good Bianca; Afide Cath. A pretty peat! it is best put finger in the eye an fhe knew why. Bian. Sifter, content you in my difcontent. Sir, to your pleasure humbly I fubfcribe: My books and inftruments ihall be my company, Luc.. Hark, Tranio, thou may't hear Minerva speak. Hor. Signior Baptifta, will you be fo strange! Sorry am I, that our good will effects Bianca's grief. up, Gre. Why will you mew her And make her bear the penance of her tongue? [Afide. [Exit Bianca. And for I know, fhe taketh moft delight To mine own children, in good bringing up; [Exit. Cath. Why, and, i truft, I may go too, may I not? What, fhall I be appointed hours, as though, belike, I knew knew not what to take, and what to leave? ha! SCENE III. [Exit. 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 fat it fairly out. Our cake's dough on both fides. Farewell; 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. Hor. I say, a husband. Think't thou, Hortenfio, tho' any man is fo very a fool to be 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 money enough. Gre. I cannot tell; but I had as lief take her dowry with this condition, to be whipp'd at the high-crofs every morning. Hor. 'Faith, as you fay, there's a fmall choice in rotten apples. But, come, fince this bar in law makes us friends, it fhall be fo 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 to't afresh. Sweet Bianca! happy man be his dole! he that runs fafteft gets the ring; how fay you, Signior Gremio? Gre. I am agreed; and would I had given him the belt beft horse in Padua to begin his wooing, that would throughly woo her, wed her, and bed her, rid the house of her. Come on. [Exeunt Gremio and Hortenfo. SCENE IV. Manent Tranio and Lucentio. Tra. I pray, Sir, tell me, is it poffible Tra. Matter, it is no time to chide you now; If love hath toil'd you, nought remains but so, Luc. Gramercy, lad; go forward, this contents; Luc. O yes, I saw sweet beauty in her face; That made great Jove to humble him to her hand, Tra. Saw you no more? mark'd you not, how her sister Began to fcold, and raise up such a storm, That mortal ears might hardly endure the din? And with her breath fhe did perfume the air; Tra. Nay, then 'tis time to flir him from his trancę: I pray, awake, Sir; if you love the maid, Bend thoughts and wit t'atchieve her. Сс Thus it ftands: That That till the father rids his hands of her, Luc. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel father's he! Tra. Mafter, for my hand, Both our inventions meet and jump in one. Tra. You will be fchoolmaster, And undertake the teaching of the maid: Luc. It is: may it be done? Tra. Not poffible: for who fhall bear your part, Keep houfe, and ply his book, welcome his friends, Luc. Bafta;-content thee; for I have it full. Tra. So had you need. [They exchange habits, In brief, good Sir, fith it your pleasure is, And I am ty'd to be obedient, (For fo your father charg'd me at our parting; Be ferviceable to my fon, quoth he,) Altho', I think, 'twas in another sense; I am content to be Lucentio, Because fo well I love Lucentio. Luc. Tranio, be fo; becaufe Lucentio loves; And |