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Give me thy hand, Kate: I will unto Venice,
Bap. I know not what to say: but give me your
God send you joy, Petruchio! 'tis a match.
Gre. Tra, amen, say we; we will be witnesses.
Pet. Father, and wife, and gentlemen, adieu; I will to Venice, sunday comes apace: We will have rings, and things, and fine array; And kiss me, Kate, we will be married o'sunday.
[Exeunt Petruchio and Katharine, severully. Gre. Was ever match clap'd up so 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. But now, Baptista, to your younger daughter;Now is the day we long have looked for; I am your neighbour, and was suitor first.
Tra. And I am one, that love Bianca more
Gre. Youngling! thou canst not love so dear as I.
But thine doth fry. Skipper, stand back; 'tis age, that nourisheth.
Tra. But youth, in ladies' eyes that flourisheth. Bap. Content you, gentlemen; I'll compound this
'Tis deeds, must win the prize; and he, of both,
Gre. First, as you know, my house within the city
Tra. 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 signior 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 not to so much in all:
That she shall have; besides an argosy,
Tra. Gremio, 'tis known, my father hath no less Than three great argosies; besides two galliasses, And twelve tight gallies: these I will assure her, And twice as much, whate'er thou offer'st next.
Gre. Nay, I have offer'd all, I have no more; And she can have no more than all I have;If you like
me, she shall have me and mine. Tra. Why, then the maid is mine from all the
world, By your firm promise; Gremio is out-vied.
Bap. I must confess, your offer is the best;
Tra. That's but a cavil; he is old, I young.
Bap. Well, gentlemen,
not; Sirrah, young gamester, your father were a fool To give thee all, and, in his waning age, 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 faced it with a card of ten. 'Tis in my head to do my master good :I see no reason, but suppos'd Lucentio Must get a father, call’d-suppos'd Vincentio; And that's a wonder: fathers, commonly, Do get their children; but, in this case of wooing, A child shall get a sire, if I fail not of my cunning.
A ROOM IN BAPTISTA'S HOUSE.
Enter Lucentio, Hortensio, and Bianca.
Hor. But, wrangling pedant, this is
Luc. Preposterous ass! that never read so far To know the cause why musick was ordain'd! Was it not, to refresh the mind of
Hor. Sirrah, I will not bear these braves of thine.
Bian. Why, gentlemen, you do me double 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. Hor. You'll leave his lecture when I am in tune?
[To Bianca.- Hortensio retires.