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Page. No, my good lord; it is more pleasing stuff.
Sly. What, houshold stuff?
Page. It is a kind of history,
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 I. SCENE I.
PADUA. A PUBLIC PLACE.
Enter Lucentio and Tranio.
Luc. Tranio, since-for the great desire I had To see fair Padua, nursery of arts,I am arriv'd for fruitful Lombardy, The pleasant garden of great Italy; And, by my father's love and leave, am arm'd With his good will, and thy good company, Most trusty servant, well approv'd in all; Here let us breathe, and happily institute A course of learning, and ingenious studies. Pisa, renowned for grave citizens,
Gave me my being, and my father first,
A merchant of great traffick through the world,
I am in all affected as yourself;
As Ovid be an outcast quite abjur'd:
Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou advise.
If, Biondello, thou wert come ashore,
We could at once put us in readiness;
Such friends as time in Padua shall beget.
Tra. Master, some show, to welcome us to town.
Enter Baptista, Katharina, Bianca, Gremio, and Hortensio. Lucentio and Tranio stand aside.
Bap. Gentlemen, impórtune me no further, For how I firmly am resolv'd you know;
That is, not to bestow my youngest daughter,
Before I have a husband for the elder:
If either of you both love Katharina,
Gre. To cart her rather: She's too rough for me:There, there Hortensio, will you any wife?
Kath. I pray you, sir, [To Bap.] is it your will To make a stale of me amongst these mates? Hor. Mates, maid! how mean you that? no mates for you,
Unless you were of gentler, milder mould.
Kath. 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 should be
Hor. From all such devils, good Lord, deliver us!
Tra. Hush, master! here is some good pastime toward;
That wench is stark mad, or wonderful froward.
Tra. Well said, master; mum! and gaze your fill.
Put finger in the eye,—an 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
Hor. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange? Sorry am I, that our good will effects
And for I know, she taketh most delight
To mine own children in good bringing-up;
For I have more to commune with Bianca. [Exit.
Kath. Why, and I trust, I may go too, May I not? What, shall I be appointed hours; as though, belike, I knew not what to take, and what to leave? Ha!
Gre. You may go to the devil's dam; your gifts are so good, here is none will hold you. Their 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. 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.