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It shall become to serve all hopes conceiv’d,
Tra. Me pardonato, gentle master mine,
ftomach serves you :
Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well doit thou advise ;
Tra. Master, some show to welcome us to town. Enter Baptista with Catharina and Bianca, Gremio and
Hortensio. Lucentio and Tranio stand by.
for you ;
If either of you both love Catharina,
well, Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure.
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,
Hor. From all such devils, good Lord, deliver us.
Cath. A pretty Peat! it is best put finger in the eye, an fhe knew why.
Bian. Sifter, content you in my discontent. Sir, to your pleasure humbly I fubscribe : My books and instruments shall be my company, On them to look, and practise by my self. Luc. Hark, Tranio, thou may’it hear Minerva speak.
[afide. Hor. Signior Baptifla, will you be fo ftrange? Sorry am I, that our good will effects Bianca's grief.
Gre. Why will you mew her up,
Bap. Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolv'd :
Cath. Why, and, I trust, I may go too, may I not? what, shall I be appointed hours, as tho', 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.
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 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 with 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, Hortenfo, tho
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 or them, would take her with all her faults, and mony enough.
Gre. I cannot tell ; but I had as lief take her dowry with this condition, to be whip'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 fet 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 throughly wooe her, wed her, and bed her, and rid the house of her. Come on.
[Exeunt Gremio and Hortensio.
Luc. Oh Tranio, 'till I found it to be true,
Tra. Mafter, 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 look'd 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 ftrand. Tra. Saw you no more ? mark'd you not, how her
fister 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 :
Luc. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel Father's he!
Tra. Ay, marry, am I, Sir; and now ’tis plotted.
hand, Both our inventions meet and jump in one.
Luc. Tell me thine first,
Tra. You will be school-master, ·And undertake the teaching of the maid : That's your device.
Luc. It is : may it be done ?
Tra. Not possible : for who shall bear your part, And be in Padua here Vincentio's son, Keep house, and ply his book, welcome his friends, Visit his countrymen, and banquet them?