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It shall become to ferve all hopes conceiv'd,
To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds:
And therefore, Tranio, for the time I ftudy,
Virtue and that part of philofophy
Will I apply, that treats of happiness
By virtue fpecially to be atchiev'd.
Tell me thy mind, for I have Pisa left,
And am to Padua come, as he that leaves
A fhallow plash to plunge him in the deep,
And with fatiety feeks to quench his thirst.

Tra. Me pardonato, gentle mafter mine,
I am in all affected as your felf:
Glad, that you thus continue your refolve,
To fuck the sweets of fweet philofophy:
Only, good mafter, while we do admire
This virtue, and this moral difcipline,
Let's be no Stoicks, nor no ftocks, I pray ;
Or, fo devote to Ariftotle's checks,
As Ovid be an Outcaft quite abjur'd.
Talk logick with acquaintance that you have,
And practise rhetorick in your common talk;
Mufick and Poefie ufe to quicken you ;
The Mathematicks, and the Metaphyficks,
Fall to them, as you find your ftomach ferves
No profit grows, where is no pleasure ta’en :
In brief, Sir, ftudy what you most affect.

Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou advise;
If, Biondello, thou wert come afhore,
We could at once put us in readiness;
And take a lodging fit to entertain
Such friends, as time in Padua fhall beget.
But ftay a while, what company is this?

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,
For how I firmly am refolv'd, you know;
That is, not to bestow my youngest Daughter,
Before I have a husband for the elder;

If either of you both love Catharina,
Because I know you well, and love you well,
Leave fhall 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
To make a Stale of me amongst these mates?
Hor. Mates, maid, how mean you that? no mates
for you;

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
Maid's mild behaviour and fobriety.
Peace, Tranio.

Tra. Well faid, master; mum! and gaze your


Bap. Gentlemen, that I may foon make good
What I have faid, Bianca, get you in;
And let it not difplease thee, good Bianca;
For I will love thee ne'er the lefs, my girl.

Cath. A pretty Peat! it is best put finger in the eye, an fhe knew why.

Bian. Sifter, content you in my difcontent.
Sir, to your pleasure humbly I fubscribe :
My books and inftruments fhall be my company,
On them to look, and practise by my felf.

Luc. Hark, Tranio, thou may'it hear Minerva speak.


Hor. Signior Baptifta, will you be fo frange?
Sorry am I, that our good will effects
Bianca's grief.


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
In mufick, inftruments, and poetry;
School-mafters will I keep within my house,
Fit to inftruct her youth. If you, Hortenfio,
Or Signior Gremio, you, know any fuch,
Prefer them hither: for to cunning men
I will be very kind; and liberal
To mine own children, in good bringing up;
And fo farewel: Catharina, you may stay,
For I have more to commune with Bianca. [Exit.
Cath. Why, and, I truft, I may go too, may I not?
what, fhall 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 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.
Gre. A husband! a devil.

Hor. I fay, a husband.
Gre. I fay, a devil.

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,
I never thought it poffible or likely.
But fee, while idly I ftood looking on,
I found th' effect of Love in idleness:
And now in plainness do confefs to thee,
(That art to me as fecret, and as dear,
As Anna to the Queen of Carthage was ;)
Tranio, I burn, I pine, I perish, Tranio,
If I atchieve not this young modest girl :
Counsel me, Tranio, for, I know, thou canst;
Affift me, Tranio, for, I know, thou wilt.

Tra. Mafter, it is no time to chide you now ;
Affection is not rated from the heart.
If love hath touch'd you, nought remains but fo,
Redime te captum quàm queas minimó.


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,
When with his knees he kiss'd the Cretan ftrand.

Tra. Saw you no more? mark'd you not, how her fifter

Began to fcold, and raise up such a storm,
That mortal ears might hardly endure the din?
Luc. Tranio, I faw her coral lips to move,
And with her breath fhe did perfume the air;
Sacred and fweet was all I faw in her.

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:
That's your device.

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,
Vifit his countrymen, and banquet them?


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