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125 She hung about my neck, and kiss on kiss She vy'd so fast, protesting oath on oath, That in a twink she won me to her love. Oh, you are novices ; 'tis a world to see, How tame (when men and women are'alone) A meacock wretch can make the curftest shrew. Give me thy hand, Kate, I will unto Venice, To buy apparel 'gainst the wedding-day; Father, provide the feast, and bid the guests; I will be sure, my Catharine shall be fine.
Bap. I know not what to say, but give your hands; God send you joy, Petruchio! 'tis a match.
Gre. Tra. Amen, say we; we will be witnesses.
Pet. Father, and wife, and Gentlemen, adieu ;
[Exeunt Petruchio, and Catharine severally.
VI. Gre. А S ever match clapt up so suddenly?.
Bap. Faith, gentlemen, I play a mer
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:
Tra. And I am one, that love Bianca more
Gre. Youngling! thou canst not love so dear as I.
Gre. But thine doth fry.
Tra. But youth, in ladies' eyes that flourisheth.
Bap. Content you, Gentlemen, I will compound
this strife; 'Tis deeds must win the prize; and he, of Both, That can assure my daughter greatest dower, Shall have Bianca's love. Say, Signior Gremio, what can you assure her ?
Gre. First, as you know, my house within the city
Tra. That only came well in-Sir, lift to me;
Gre. Two thousand ducats by the year of land!
Than three great Argosies, besides' two galliasses
Gre. Nay, I have offer'd all, I have no more;
Tra. Why, then the maid is mine from all the
Bap. I must confess, your offer is the best;
should die before him, where's her dower?
Bap. Well, gentlemen, then I am thus resolv’d:
Gre. Adieu, good neighbour.–Now I fear thee not:
Tra. A vengeance on your crafty wither'd hide!
[Exit. * Yet I have fac'd it with a card of ten :) That is, with the highest Card, in the old simple Games of our Ancestors. So that this bccame a proverbial Expression.
[The Presenters, above, speak here. Sly. Sim, when will the fool come again? Sim. Anon, my Lord.
Sly. Give's some more drink here--where's the tapster ? here, Sim, eat some of these things.
Sim. So I do, my Lord.
A CT III.
S CE N E I.
Enter Lucentio, Hortensio, and Biancą.
LỤCENTIO. IDLER, forbear; you grow too forward, Sir:
Have you so foon forgot the entertainment Her sister Catharine 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 double wrong, To strive for That which refteth in
Take you your instrument, play you the while;
[Hortenfio retires. Luc. That will be never: tune your
inftrument. Bian. Where left we last? Luc. Here, Madam: Hac ibat Simois, hic eft Sigeia
tellus, Hic fteterat Priami regia celsa senis.
Bian. Construe them.
Luc. Hac ibat, as I told you before, Simois, I am Lucentio, hic eft, son unto Vincentio of Pisa, Sigeia tellus, disguised thus to get your love, hic fteterat, and that Lucentio that comes a wooing, Priami, is my man Tranio, regia, bearing my port, celfa senis, that we might beguile the old Pantaloon.
Hor. Madam, my instrument's in tune. [Returning,
Bian. Now let me see, if I can construe it: Hac ibat Simois, I know you not, hic est Sigeia tellus, I trust you not, hic fteterat Priani, take heed he hear us not, regia, presume not, celfa fenis, despair not.
Hor. Madam, 'tis now in tune.
Hor. The base is right, 'tis the base knave that jars.
Bian. In time I may believe, yet I mistrust.
Luc. Mistrust it not,-for, sure, Æacides Was Ajax, callid fo from his grandfather.
Bian. I must believe my maiter, 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.