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It shall become to serve all hopes conceiv'd,
Tra.. Me pardonato, gentle mafter mine, - I am in all affected as your self:
Glad, that you thus continue your refolye,
stomach serves you :
Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou advise;
Hortenfio. Lucentio and Tranio stand by.
That is, not to beltow my youngest Daughter,
If either of you both love Catharina,
Gre. To cart her rather. She's too rough for me: There, there, Hortenfio, will you any wife?
Catb. I pray you, Sir, is it your will
Hor. Mates, maid, how mean you that? no mates
for you ;
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 put finger in the eye; an she knew why.
Bian. Sifter, content you in my discontent. Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe : My books and inftruments thall be my company, On them to look, and practise by my self. Luc. Hark, Tranio, thou may't hear Minerva speak,
[afide. Hor. Signior Baptisa, 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 mufick, inftruments, and poetry; School-masters will I keep within my house, Fit to instruct her youth. If you, Hortensió, 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, shall I be appointed hours, as tho', belike, I I knew not what to take, and what to leave ? ha!
[Exir. 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 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 she 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 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
Gre. I fay, a devil. Think'st thou, Hortenfio, tho' her father be very rich, any man is so very a fool to be married to hell ? Vol. II.
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 whipp'd at the high-cross every morning.
Hor. 'Faith, as you say, there's a small choice in rot. ten apples: but, come, since this bar in law makes us fiiends, it shall be so far forth friendly maintain'd, 'till by helping Baptifta's eldest daughter to a husband, we set his youngeit 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 fay you, Signior Gremio ?
Gre. I am agreed ; and I would I had given him the best horse in Padua to begin his wooing, that would thoroughly woo her, wed her, and bed her, and rid the house of her. Come on.
[Exeunt Gremio and Hortenfio.
Luc. Oh Tranio, 'till I found it to be true,
Tra. Master, it is no time to chide you now;
Lic. Gramercy, lad; go forward, this contents ; The rest will comfort, for thy counsel's found.
Tra. Master, you look'd lo 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 ; 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
sister Began to fcold, 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 breath The did perfume the air ; Sacred, and sweet was all I saw in her:
Tra. Nay, then 'tis 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.
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,