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I see no reason, but suppos’d Lucentio
get their children; but, in this case of wooing,
SCENE I.- A Room in BAPTISTA's House.
Enter LUCENTIO, Hortensio, and Bianca. Luc. Fiddler, forbear; you grow too forward, sir: Have you so soon forgot the entertainment, Her sister Katharine welcom'd
Luc. Preposterous ass! that never read so far
Hor. Sirrah, I will not bear these braves of thine.
Bian. Why, gentlemen, you do me duuble wrong, To strive for that, which resteth in my choice: I am no breeching scholar in the schools; I'll not be tied to hours, nor 'pointed times, But learn my lessons as I please myself. And, to cut off all strife, here sit we down: Take you your instrument, play you the whiles ;
His lecture will be done, ere you have tun'd.
[To Bian.-Hor, retires.
Hac ibat Simois; hic est Sigeia tellus;
Hic steterat Priami regia celsa senis. Bian. Construe them.
Luc. Hac ibat, as I told you before,- Simois, I am Lucentio,-hic est, son unto Vincentio of Pisa,—Sigeia tellus, disguised thus to get your love ;-Hic steterat, and that Lucentio, that comes a wooing,—Priami, is my man Tranio,-regia, bearing my port,-celsa senis, that we might beguile the old pantaloon.
Hor. Madam, my instrument's in tune. [Returning. Bian. Let's hear;
[Hor. plays. O fye! the treble jars.
Luc. Spit in the hole, man, and tune again.
Bian. Now let ine see if I can construe it: Hac ibat Simois, I know you not; hic est Sigeia tellus, I trust you not;-Hic steterat Priami, take hecd he hear us not ;regia, presume not;-celsa senis, despair not.
Hor. Madam, 'tis now in tune.
Hor. The base is right; 'tis the base knave that jars.
yet. Bian. In time I may believe, yet I mistrust.
Luc. Mistrust it not; for, sure, Æacides Was Ajax,-callid so from his grandfather.
Bian. I must believe my master; else, I promise you, I should be arguing still upon that doubt: But let it rest.-Now, Licio, to you: Good masters, take it not unkindly, pray, That I have been thus pleasant with you both. Hor. You may go walk, [To Luc.] and give me leave
Luc. Are you so formal, sir? well, I must wait,
Bian. Why, I am past my gamut long ago.
A re, to plead Hortensio's passion;
C faut, that loves with all affection:
E la mi, show pity, or I die.
Enter a Servant. Sero. Mistress, your father prays you leave your books,
And help to dress your sister's chamber up;
[Exeunt Bian. and Servant. Luc. 'Faith, mistress, then I have no cause to stay.
Hor. But I have cause to pry into this pedant;
SCENE II.-The same. Before Baptista's House.
Enter BAPTISTA, GREMIO, TRANIO, KATHARINE,
BIANCA, LUCENTIO, and Attendants. Bap. Signior Lucentio, [To Tra.] this is the 'point
That Katharine and Petruchio should be married,
Kath. No shame but mine: I must, forsooth, be forc'd