We will have rings, and things, and fine array; i [Exit Petruchio, and Katharine feverally. Gre. Was ever match clap'd up fo fuddenly? Bap. Faith, gentlemen, now I play a merchant's part, And venture madly on a desperate mart. Tra. 'Twas a commodity lay fretting by you; Tra. And I am one, that love Bianca more Gre. But thine doth fry. Skipper, ftand back; 'tis age, that nourisheth. Tra. But youth, in ladies' eyes that flourisheth. Bap. Content you, gentlemen; I will compound this ftrife: 'Tis deeds, muft win the prize; and he, of both, That can affure my daughter greatest dower, Shall have Bianca's love. Say, fignior Gremio, what can you affure her? Gre. First, as you know, my house within the city In ivory coffers I have stuff'd my crowns; Coftly apparel, tents, and canopies, Fine linen, Turky cufhions" bofs'd with pearl, Tra. That, only, came well in-Sir, lift to me; Old fignior Gremio has in Padua ; Befides two thousand ducats by the year Of fruitful land, all which fhall be her jointure.- Gre. Two thousand ducats by the year, of land! Tra. Gremio, 'tis known, my father hath no less bofs'd]-ftudded anot. By By your firm promife; Gremio is out-vied. If Gre. And may not young men die, as well as old? I am thus refolved:-On funday next, you know, And so I take my leave, and thank you both. [Exit. To give thee all, and, in his waining age, Muft get a father, call'd-fuppos'd Vincentio ; And that's a wonder: fathers, commonly, Do get [Exit. their children; but, in this case of wooing, A child fhall get a fire, if I fail not of my doing. [Exit. out-vied.]-out-bidden. Pa card of ten.]-one of the best in the pack. a cunning. ACT ACT III. SCENE I. Baptifta's Houfe. Enter Lucentio, Hortenfio, and Bianca. Luc. Fidler, forbear; you grow too forward, fir: Luc. Prepofterous afs! that never read fo far Then give me leave to read philofophy, And, while I paufe, ferve in your harmony. Hor. Sirrah, I will not bear these braves of thine. Bian. Why, gentlemen, you do me double wrong, To strive for that which refteth in my choice: г I am no breeching scholar in the schools; Hor. You'll leave his lecture, when I am in tune? [Hortenfio retires, Luc. That will be never;-tune your instrument. ▾ no breeching Scholar]—not fubject to correction. Bian. Where left we laft? Luc. Here, madam : Hac ibat Simois; hic eft Sigeia tellus ; Bian. Conftrue them. Luc. Hac ibat, as I told you before, Simois, I am Lucentio,-bic eft, fon unto Vincentio of Pifa,-Sigeia tellus, disguised thus to get your love;-Hic fteterat, and that Lucentio that comes a wooing,-Priami, is my man Tranio,—regia, bearing my port,-celfa fenis, that we might beguile the old ' pantaloon. Hor. Madam, my inftrument's in tune. [Returning. Bian. Let's hear :-O fie! the treble jars. Luc. Spit in the hole, man, and tune again. Bian. Now let me fee if I can conftrue it: Hac ibat Simois, I know you not;-hic eft Sigeia tellus, I trust you not;-Hic fteter at Priami, take heed he hear us not; regia, prefume not;-celfa fenis, despair not. Hor. Madam, 'tis now in tune. Luc. All but the base. Hor. The bafe is right; 'tis the base knave that jars. How fiery and forward our pedant is! Now, for my life, the knave doth court my love: 'Pedafcule, I'll watch you better yet. Bian. In time I may believe, yet I mistrust. Luc. Miftruft it not; for, fure, Æacides Was Ajax,-call'd fo from his grandfather. Bian. I must believe my mafter; else, I promise you, I should be arguing ftill upon that doubt: But let it reft.-Now, Licio, to you :Good mafters, take it not unkindly, pray, That I have been thus pleafant with you both. |