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Because I know you well, and love you well,
Gre. To cart her rather. She's too rough for me: There, there, Hortensio, will you any wife?
Cath. I pray you, Sir, is it your will:
Hor, Mates, maid, how mean you that? no mates Unless you were of gentler milder mould.
Cath. I'faith, Sir, you shall never need to fear,
Hor. From all such devils, good Lord, deliver us.
Cath. A pretty Peat! it is best puc finger in the eye, an she knew why. Bian. Sifter, content you
discontent. Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe: My books and instruments thall be my company, On them to look, and practise by my self. Luc. Hark, Tranio, thou may'st hear Minerva speak.
[apide. Hor. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange? Sorry am I, that our good will effects Bianca's grief.
Gre. Why will you mew her up,
Bap. Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolv'd :
[Exit Bianca. And for I know, she taketh most delight In musick, inftruments, 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 men 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, thall I be appointed hours, as tho', 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. Our love is not so great, Hortenfo, but we may blow our nails together, and fast it fairly out. Our cake's dow 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 yer brook's 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 labour and effect one thing 'specially.
Gre. What's that, I pray?
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
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 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, Signior Gremio ?
Gre. I am agreed; and would I had given him the best horse in Padua to begin his wooing, that would throughly wooe her, wed her, and bed her, and rid the house of her. Come on.
[Exeunt Gremio and Hortenfio. Manent Tranio and Lucencio. Tra. I
pray, Sir, tell me, is it possible
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, Perhaps, you mark'd not what's the pith of all.
Luc. O'yes, I saw sweet Beauty in her face ;
Lut. Tranio, I faw her coral lips to move,
Tra. Nay, then 'tis time to stir him from his trance: I
pray, awake, Sir; if you love the maid, Bend thoughts and wit.t' atchieve her. Thus it stands : Her eldeft Sister is so curst and shrewd, That till the Father rids his Hands of her, Master, your Love must live a Maid at home; And therefore has he closely mew'd her up, Because she shall not be annoy'd with suitors.
Luc. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel Father's he!
Tra. Mafter, for my hand,
Luc. Tell me thinc first.
Tra. You will be school-master,
Luc. It is: may it be done?
Tra. Not possible: for who shall bear your part,
Luc. Bafta ; content thee; for I have it full.
Tra. So had you need. [They exchange Habits.
Luc. Tranio, be so; because Lucentio loves ;
Bion. Where have I been? nay, how now, where are you? master, has my fellow Tranio ftoll'n your cloaths, or you stoll'n his, or both ? pray, what's the news?
Luc. Sirrah, come hither: 'tis no time to jeft;