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SCENE 1. PADUA. A public Place.
Luc. Tranio, since-for the great desire I had
Gave me my being, and my father first,
Vincentio, his son, brought up in Florence,
Virtue, and that part of philosophy
Glad that you this continue your resolve,
you have, And practise rhetoric in your common talk: Music and poesy use to quicken you;
The mathematics, and the metaphysics,
Fall to them, as you find your stomach serves you :
In brief, sir, study what you most affect.
Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou advise.
Such friends, as time in Padua shall beget.
Tra. Master, some show, to welcome us to town.
Enter BAPTISTA, KATHARINA, BIANCA, GREMIO, and
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 Unless you were of gentler, milder mould. [for you, 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. Luc. But in the other's silence I do see Maids' mild behaviour and sobriety.
Tra. Well said, master; mum! and gaze your fill.
Put finger in the eye,-an she knew why.
My books, and instruments, shall be my company;
Luc. Hark, Tranio! thou may'st hear Minerva speak.
[Aside. Hor. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange? Sorry am I, that our good will effects
Why, will you mew her up,
And make her bear the penance of her tongue?
And for I know, she taketh most delight
In music, instruments, and poetry,
To mine own children in good bringing-up;
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?
[Exit. 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. 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 she delights, I will wish him to her father. Hor. So will I, signior Gremio: But a word, I pray. Though the nature of our quarrel yet never brook'd parle, know now, upon advice, 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?
Hor. Marry, sir, to get a husband for her sister.
Hor. I say, a husband.
Gre. I say, a devil: Think'st thou, Hortensio, though her father be very rich, any man is so very a fool to be married to hell?
Hor. Tush, Gremio, though it pass your patience, and mine, to endure her loud alarums, why, man, there be good fellows in the world, an a man could light on them, would take her with all faults, and money enough.
Gre. I cannot tell; but I had as lief take her dowry with this condition,-to be whipped at the high-cross every morning.
Hor. 'Faith, as you say, there's small choice in rotten apples. But, come; since this bar in law makes us friends, it shall be so far forth friendly maintained,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 thoroughly woo her, wed her, and bed her, and rid the house of her. Come on.
[Exeunt Gremio and Hortensio. Tra. [Advancing] I pray, sir, tell me,-Is it possible That love should of a sudden take such hold? Luc. O Tranio, till I found it to be true, I never thought it possible, or likely; But see! while idly I stood looking on, I found the effect of love in idleness: And now in plainness do confess to thee,That art to me as secret, and as dear, As Anna to the queen of Carthage was,Tranio, I burn, I pine, I perish, Tranio, If I achieve not this young modest girl : Counsel me, Tranio, for I know thou canst; Assist me, Tranio, for I know thou wilt.
Tra. Master, it is no time to chide you now;
If love have touch'd you, nought remains but so,—
Luc. Gramercies, lad; go forward: this contents;
That made great Jove to humble him to her hand,
Tra. Saw you no more? mark'd you not, how her sister
Began to scold; and raise up such a storm,