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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 for you,
you were of gentler, milder mould.
Hur. From all such devils, good Lord, deliver us !
toward; That wench is stark mad, or wonderful froward.
Luc. But in the other's silence I do see
Tra. Well said, master; mum! and gaze your fill.
Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soon make good
Kath. A pretty peat! 'tis best
Bian. Sister, content you in my discontent.--
Luc. Hark, Tranio! thou may’st hear Minerva speak.
Why, will you mew her up,
Bap. Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolv’d:Go in, Bianca.
[Exit Bianca. And for I know, she taketh most delight In musick, instruments, and poetry, Schoolmasters will I keep within my house, Fit to instruct her youth.—If you, Hortensio, 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. Katharina you may stay; For I have more to commune with Bianca. [Exit.
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. 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 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, 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 pray?
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 whipp'd 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 maintain'd, -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 pos
Luc. O, Tranio, till I found it to be true,
Tra. Master, it is no time to chide you now;
minimo. Luc. Gramercies, lad; go forward: this contents; The rest will comfort, for thy counsel's sound.
Tra. Master, you look'd so longly on the maid, Perhaps you mark'd not what's the pith of all.
Luc. () 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
Began to scold; and raise up such a storm,
Luc. Tranio, I saw her coral lips to move,
Tra. Nay, then, 'tis time to stir him from his trance.
Luc. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel father's he!
get her cunning schoolmasters to instruct her? Tra. Ay, marry, am I, sir; and now 'tis plotted. Luc. I have it, Tranio. Tra.
Master, for my hand, Both our inventions meet and jump in one.
Luc. Tell me thine first. · Tra.
You will be schoolmaster, And undertake the teaching of the maid: That's your
It is: May it be done? Tra. Not possible; For who shall bear your part, And be in Padua here Vinceutio's son? Keep house, and ply his book; welcome his friends; Visit his countrymen, and banquet them?
Luc. Basta; content thee; for I have it full. We have not yet been seen in any house;