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I will to Venice, Sunday comes apace :-
We will have rings, and things, and fine array ;
And kiss me, Kate, we will be marry'd o’Sunday *.

[Exeunt Cat. and Pet. Gre. Was ever match clapt up to suddenly ? 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 ; 'Twill bring you gain, or perish on the seas.

Bap. The gain I seek is-quiet in the match.

“ Gre. No doubt, but he hath got a quiet catch.
Bat now; Baptista, to your younger daughter ;
Now is the day we long have looked for ;
I am your neighbour, and was suitor first.

Trà. And I am one, that love Bianca more
Than words can witness, or your thoughts can guess.

Gre. Youngling, thou canst not love so dear as I.
Tra. Grey-beard, thy love doth freeze.

“ Gre. But thine doth fry.
“ Skipper, stand back; 'tis age, that nourisheth.

Tra. But youth, in ladies' eyes that flourisheth. Bap. Content you, gentlemen ; I will compound this

Itrife :
'Tis deeds, must win the prize ; and he, of both,
That can assure my daughter greatest dower,
Shall have Bianca's love.- And, first, to you;
Say, signior Gremio, what can you affure her +?

Gre.. First, as you know, my house within the city
Is richly furnished with plate and gold;
Balons, and ewers, to lave her dainty hands;
My hangings all of Tyrian tapestry :
lo ivory coffers I have stuff’d my crowns;

• Through the whole scene, Petrucbio is drawn in a very masterly and original file of humour; he requires great and outrè comic talents to keep pace in representation with the author; genteel extravagance of deportment, and arch insolence of features, are the chief external merit.

+ Baptita here Dhews himself, as too many fathers in private life have done, of a mean selfish despotic temper; his daughter must fubmit according to his idea, where fortune beckons,

In cypress chests my arras counterpanes,
Coftly apparel, tents, and canopies,
Fine linen, Turky cushions bost with pearl,
Valance of Venice gold in needle-work,
Pewter, and brass, -and all things that belong
To house, or house-keeping: then, at my farm,
I have a hundred milch-kine to the pail,
Six-score fat oxen standing in my stalls,
And all things answerable to this portion.
Myself am strook in years, I must confess;
And, if I die to-morrow, this is hers,
If, whilft I live, she will be only mine.

Txa. That, only, came well in.-Sir, list to me ;
I am my father's heir, and only son :
If I may have your daughter to my wife,
I'll leave her houses three or four as good,
Within rich Pisa walls, as any one
Old fignior Gremio has in Padua ;
Besides two thousand ducats by the year
Of fruitful land, all which shall be her jointure.
What, have I pinch'd you, signior Gremio ?

Gre. Two thousand 'ducats by the year of land !
My land amounts but to so much in all,
“ Thät the shall have ; befides an argofy,
• That now is lying in Marseilles' road :-
What, have I choak'd you with an argory

" Tra. Gremio, 'tis known, my father hath no less “ Than three great argofies; besides two galliasses, And twelve tight.gallies : these I will affure her, " And twice as much, whate'er thou offer'ft next.

Gre. Nay, I have offer'd all, I have no more ; « And the can have no more than all I have :

If you like me, the shall have me and mine.

Tra. Why, then the maid is mine from all the world, By your firm promise ; Gremio is out-vy'd.

Bap. I must con ss, your offer is the best;
And, let your father make her the assurance,
She is your own; else, you must pardon me:
If you should die before him, where's her dower ?

Tra. That's but a cavil; he is old, I young.
Gre. And may not young men die, as well as old?

Bap. Well, gentlemen,
I am thus resolv'd :-On Sunday next, you know,
My daughter Catherine is to be marry'd :
Now, on the Sunday following, shall Bianca-
Be bride to you, Lucentio, if you
Make this assurance ; if not, to fignior Gremio :
And so I take my leave, and thank you both.

[Exit. Gre. Adieu, good neighbour.- Now I fear thee not; “ Sirrah, young gamefter, your father were a fool “ To give thee all, and, in his waining age, ei Set foot under thy table : Tut! a toy ! « An old Italian fox is not so kind, my boy. [Exit.

Tra. A vengeance on your crafty wither'd hide! " Yet I have fac'd it with a card of ten. 'Tis in my head to do my master good :“ I see no reason, but suppos'd Lucentio May get a father, callid-suppos'd Vincentio; " And that's a wonder : fathers, commonly, “ Do get their children ; but, in this case of wooing. “ A child hall get a fire, if I fail not of my cunning *.

[Exit. “ SCENE II. The fame. Another Room. Enter Lucentio, and Bianca, converfing ; to them,

" Hortenfio. “ Lua Fidler, forbear; you grow too forward, är: • Have you so foon forgot the entertainment “ Her fifter Catherine welcom'd you withal ?

" Her. She is a shrew; but, wrangling pedant, this is • The patroness of heavenly harmony: “ Then give me leave to have prerogative; “ And when in mufic we have spent an hour, “ Your lecture shall have leisure for as much.

Luc. Prepoft'rous ass! that never read so far, To know the cause why music was ordain'd! Was it not, to refresh the mind of man, “ After his studies, or his usual, pain? " Then give me leave to read philosophy,

• There is no occafion for this or the preceding speech, and neie ther contains any thing worthy notice.

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“ And, when I pause, serve in your harmony.

Hor. Sirrah, I will not bear these braves of thine,

Bia. Why, gentlemen, you do me double wrong, “ To strive for that which restech in my choice: I am no breeching scholar in the schools ; “ I'll not be tyd to hours, nor ’pointed times, “ Bw learn my lessons as I pleale myself. « And, .to cut off all trife, here fit we down :Take you your instrument, play you the whiles ; " His lecture will be done, ere you have tun'd. Hor. You'll leave his lecture, when I am in tune ?

[To Bia. taking up bis Lute,. « Luc. That will be never ;-cune your inftrument. Bia. Where left we last ?

(Sitting to a Table with Luc. Shewing a Book. " Luc. Here, madam :Hic ibat Simois ; hic efi Sigeia tellus ;

Hic fleterat Priami regia celsa senis. Bia. Conftrue them..

Luc. Hic ibat, as I told you before, -Simois, I am. “ Lucentio,-hic eft, fon unto Vincentio of Pisa,-Sigeia tellus, disguised thus to get your love ;-Hic fteterat, " and that Lucentio that comes a wooing,—Priannt, is

my man Tranio,-regia, bearing my port,-celsa sea nis, that we might beguile the old pantaloon.

Hor. Madam, my instrument's in tune. Bia. Let's hear :

[Hor: plays. " O, fie! the treble jars.

Luc. Spit in the hole, man, 6. And tune again.

Bia. Now let me see if I can construe it.
Hic ibat Simois, I know you not ;-hic eft Sigeia tellus,
" I trust you not ;-Hic fieterat Priami, take heed he
“ hear us not ;-regia, presume not ;-celfa senis, de-
“ (pair not,

i Hor. Madam, 'tis now in tune.
Luc. All but the base.
Hor. The base is right ; 'tis the base knave that

“ How fiery and how forward is our pedant! [fide.
“ Now, for my life, the kaave doch court my love :

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*** Pedascule, I'll watch you better yet.
Bia; In time I may believe, yet I mistruft.

(Seeing Hor. lifter. Lüc. Miftrust it not ; for, . (ure, Æacides u. Was Ajax,--called so from his grandfather.

6. Bia. I.must believe my master ; elfe, I promife you, “ fshould be arguing still upon that doubt: " But let it reft.Now, Licio, to you : [Rifing • Good malters, take it not unkindly; pray, “ That I have been thus pleafant with you both. Hor. You may go walk, [to. Lue.] and give me

leave a wbile; • My lessons make no music in three parts. Luc. Are you so formal, fir? well, I'must wait;

[Retiring, And watch withal ; for, but I be deceiv'd, “ Our fine musician groweth amorous.

Hor. Madam, before you touch the instrument, To learn the order of my fingering, I

muß begin with rudiments of art ;.. To teach you gamut in a briefer sort, “ More pleasant, pithy, and effectual, “ Than hath been taught by any of my trade : “ And there it is in writing, fairly drawn. [Gives a paper,

Bia. Why, I am pait my gamut long ago. Hor. Yet read the gamut of Hortenfio. ". Bia. Gamut I am, the ground of all accord, [Reads.

A re, to plead Hortensio's passion; “ B me, Bianca, take him for thy lord,

“ C faut, that loves with all offection : " D sol re, one cliff, not two. notes have I;

“ E la mi, soow me pity, or I die. “ Call you this gamut? tul! I like it not : “ Old falions please me beft ; I am not so nice, " To change true rules for odd inventions.

66. Enter a Servant. “ Ser. Mistress, your father prays you leave your

“ books, *. And help to dress your fifter's chamber up; " You know, to-morrow is the wedding-day.

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