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It shall become to ferve all hopes conceiv'd,
Tra. Me pardonato, gentle mafter mine,
Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou advise;
Tra. Mafter, fome fhow to welcome us to town.
Enter Baptifta with Catharina and Bianca, Gremio and Hortenfio. Lucentio and Tranio ftand by.
Bap. Gentlemen Both, importune me no farther,
If either of you both love Catharina,
Cath. I pray you, Sir, is it your will
Unless you were of gentler, milder, mould.
Cath. I'faith, Sir, you fhall never need to fear, I wis, it is not half way to her heart : But if it were, doubt not, her care fhall be To comb your noddle with a three-legg'd ftool, And paint your face, and use you like a fool. Hor. From all fuch devils, good Lord, deliver us. Gre. And me too, good Lord.
Tra. Hush, mafter, here's fome good pastime
That wench is stark mad, or wonderful fro-
Luc. But in the other's filence I do fee
Tra. Well faid, master; mum! and gaze your
Bap. Gentlemen, that I may foon make good
Cath. A pretty Peat! it is best put finger in the eye, an fhe knew why.
Bian. Sifter, content you in my difcontent.
Luc. Hark, Tranio, thou may'it hear Minerva speak.
Hor. Signior Baptifta, will you be fo frange?
Gre. Why will you mew her up, Signior Baptifta, for this fiend of hell, And make her bear the penance of her tongue Bap. Gentlemen, content ye; I am refolv'd: Go in, Bianca. [Exit Bianca.
And for I know, she taketh most delight
[Exit. Gre. You may go to the devil's dam: your gifts are fo good, here is none will hold you. Our love is not fo great, Hortenfio, but we may blow our nails together, and faft it fairly out. Our cake's dow on both fides. Farewel; yet for the love I bear my fweet Bianca, if I can by any means light on a fit man to teach her That wherein the 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?
Hor. Marry, Sir, to get a husband for her fifter.
Hor. I fay, a husband.
Think'ft thou, Hortenfio, tho' her father be very rich, any man is fo very a fool to be married to hell?
Hor. Tufh, 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 mony enough.
Gre. I cannot tell; but I had as lief take her dowry with this condition, to be whip'd at the high-crofs every morning.
Hor. 'Faith, as you fay, there's a small choice in rotten apples: but, come, fince this bar in law makes us friends, it fhall be fo far forth friendly maintain'd, 'till by helping Baptifta'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 fay you, Signior Gremio ?
Gre. I am agreed; and would I had given him the beft horfe in Padua to begin his wooing, that would throughly wooe her, wed her, and bed her, and rid the houfe of her. Come on.
[Exeunt Gremio and Hortenfio.
Manent Tranio and Lucentio.
Tra. I pray, Sir, tell me, is it poffible That love fhould on a fudden take fuch hold?
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 reft will comfort, for thy counsel's found.
Tra. Mafter, you look'd fo longly on the maid, Perhaps, you mark'd not what's the pith of all. Luc. O yes, I faw fweet Beauty in her face; Such as the daughter of Agenor had,
That made great Jove to humble him to her hand,
Tra. Saw you no more? mark'd you not, how her fifter
Began to fcold, and raise up such a storm,
Tra. Nay, then 'tis time to flir him from his trance : I pray, awake, Sir; if you love the maid, Bend thoughts and wit t' atchieve her. Thus it ftands: Her eldest Sifter is fo curft and fhrewd, That till the Father rids his Hands of her, Mafter, your Love muft live a Maid at home; And therefore has he closely mew'd her up, Because the shall not be annoy'd with fuitors.
Luc. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel Father's he! But art thou not advis'd, he took fome care Το get her cunning fchool-masters to' instruct her? Tra. Ay, marry, am I, Sir; and now 'tis plotted. Luc. I have it, Tranie.
Tra. Master, for my hand,
Both our inventions meet and jump in one.
Luc. Tell me thine firft.
Tra. You will be fchool-mafter,
And undertake the teaching of the maid:
Luc. It is may it be done?
Tra. Not poffible for who fhall bear your part, And be in Padua here Vincentio's fon,
Keep houfe, and ply his book, welcome his friends,