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As Ovid be an outcast quite abjur'd.
Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well doft thou advise ;
Tra. Mafter, some show to welcome us to town,
Enter Baptifta, with Catharina and Bianca, Gremio
and Hortensio. Lucentio and Tranio stand by.
Bap. Gentlemen both, importune me no farther,
Gre. To cart her rather.—She's too rough for me : There, there, Hortenfio, will you any wife?
Cath. I pray you, Sir, is it your will
Hor. Mates, maid, how mean you that ? no mates
Unless you were of gentler, milder mould.
Cath. I' faith, Sir, you shall never need to fear,
Hör. From all such devils, good Lord, deliver us.
Tra. Huh, Mafter, here's some good pastime
Tra. Well said, Mafter; mam ! and gaze
Bap. Gentlemen, that I may foon make good
Cath. A pretty peat ! it is best put finger in the eye, an she knew why.
Bian. Sifter, content you in my discontent. Sir, to your pleasure.humbly I subscribe : My books and instruments shall be my company, On them to lock, and practise by myself. Luc. Hark, Tranio, thou may'st hear Minerva speak.
Gre. Why will you mew her up,
Bap. Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolv'd :
[Exit Bianca. And for I know, me taketh most delight In music, instruments, and poetry ; Schoolmafters 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. Catharina, you may fay, For I have more to commune with Bianca. [Exit.
Cath. Why, and, I truft, I may go too, may I not? What, thall I be appointed hours, as tho', belike, I
knew not what to take, and what to leave ? ha !
[Exit. S CE N E III. Gre. You may go to the devil's dam : your gifts are so good, here is none will hold you. Our love is not so great, Hortensio, but we may blow our nails together, and fast it fairly out. Our cake's dow on both fides. 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: tho' the nature of our quarrel 'never yet 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, Hortenfio, tho her father be very rich, any man is so very a fool to be married to hell ?
Hor. Tush, Gremio ; tho' it pass your patience and mine to endure her loud alarms, why, man, there be good fellows in the world, an a man could light on them, would take her with all her 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 a 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 Vol. II,
best horse in Padua to begin bis wooing, that would throughly woo her, wed her, and bed her, and rid the house of her.
[Exeunt Gremio and Hortenfio.
Manent Tranio and Lucentio.
Luc, Oh Tranio, till I found it to be true,
Tra. Master, it is no time to chide you now;
Luc. Gramercy, lad; go forward, this contents; The rest will comfort, for thy counsel's sound.
Tra. Master, you lookd so longly on the maid, Perhaps you mark'd not what's the pith of all.
Luc. O 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 her
fifter Began to scold, and raise up such a storm, That mortal ears might hardly endure the din ?
Luc. Tranio, I saw her coral lips to move, And with her breath she did perfume the air ; Sacred and sweet was all I saw in her.
Tra. Nay, then 'tis time to stir him from his trance : I pray, awake, Sir; if
love the maid, Bend thoughts and wit t’atchieve her. Thus it stands ; Her eldest after is so curs'd and threwd,
That till the father rids his hands of her,
Luc. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel father's he !
get her cunning schoolmasters to instruct her?
Tra, Master, for my hand,
Luc. Tell me thine firit.
Tra. You will be schoolmaster,
Tra. Not poflible : for who shall bear your part,
Luc. Bafta ;-content thee; for I have it full.
Tra. So had you need, [They exchange habits.