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Sorry am I, that our good will effects
Bianca's grief.

Gre. Why will you mew her up,
Signior Baptista, for this fiend of hell,
And make her bear the penance of her tongue ?
Bap. Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolv'd:

Go in, Bianca.

[Exit Bianca.

And for I know, she taketh most delight
In music, instruments, and poetry;
School-mafters will I keep within my house,
Fit to instruct 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 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!

Gre.

SCENE III.

[Exit.

Y OU may go to the devil's dam: your gifts are so good, here is none will hold you. Our love is not so great, Hortenfio, 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 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.

Hor. Marry, Sir, to get a husband for her sister.
Gre. A husband! a devil.-

Hor. I fay, a husband.

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 whip'd at the high-cross every morning.

Hor. 'Faith, as you say, there's a small choice in rotten apples: but, come, fince this bar in law makes us friends, it shall be fo far forth friendly maintain'd, 'till by helping Baptista's eldest daughter to a hufik band, 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?

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Gre. I am agreed; and would I had given him the best horse in Padua to begin his wooing, that would throughly woo her, wed her, and bed her, and rid the house of her. Come on.

[Exeunt Gremio and Hortenfio.

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Pray, Sir, tell me, is it possible

That love should

Luc. Oh, Tranio, 'till I found it to be true,

ould on a fudden take fuch hold?

I never thought it poffible or likely.

But fee, while idly I ftood looking on,

: found th' effect of Love in idleness:

And now in plainness do confess to thee,

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(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. Master, it is no time to chide you now;
Affection is not rated from the heart.
If Love hath toil'd you, nought remains but so,
Redime te captum quam queas minimo.

Luc. Gramercy, lad; go forward, this contents;
The reft will comfort, for thy counsel's found.
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 strand.

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 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 you love the maid, Bend thoughts and wit t'atchieve her. Thus it stands: Her eldest Sister is so curst and shrewd, That till the Father rids his Hands of her, Master, your Love must live a Maid at home; And therefore has he closely mew'd her up, Because she shall not be annoy'd with fuitors.

Luc. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel Father's he! But art thou not advis'd, he took some care To get her cunning school-masters to instruct her? Tra. Ay, marry, am I, Sir; and now 'tis plotted. Luc. I have it, Tranio.

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Tra. Master, for my 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 poflible: for who shall bear your part,
And be in Padua here Vincentio's fon,
Keep house, and ply his book, welcome his friends,
Visit his countrymen, and banquet them?

Luc. Bafta;-content thee; for I have it full.
We have not yet been seen in any house,
Nor can we be diftinguish'd by our faces,
For man or master: then it follows thus.
Thou shalt be master, Tranio, in my stead;
Keep house, and port, and servants, as I should.
I will fome other be, fome Florentine,
Some Neapolitan, or meaner man of Pifa.
'Tis hatch'd, and shall be so: Tranio, at once
Uncase thee: take my colour'd hat and cloak.
When Biondello comes, he waits on thee;
But I will charm him first to keep his tongue.

Tra. So had you need,

[They exchange habits.

In brief, good Sir, fith it your pleasure is,
And I am tied to be obedient,
(For fo your Father charg'd me at our parting;
Be serviceable to my Son, quoth he,)
Altho', I think, 'twas in another sense;
I am content to be Lucentio,

Because so well I love Lucentio.

Luc. Tranio, be fo; because Lucentio loves; 'And let me be a flave t' atchieve that Maid, Whose sudden sight hath thrall'd my wounded eye.

Enter Biondello.

lot Here comes the rogue. Sirrah, where have you been?

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Bion. Where have I been? nay, how now, where

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are you? master, has my fellow Tranio stoll'n your clothes, or you stoll'n his, or both? pray, what's the news?

Luc. Sirrah, come hither: 'tis no time to jeft;
And therefore frame your manners to the time.
Your fellow Tranio here, to save my life,
Puts my appared and my count'nance on,
And I for my escape have put on his:
For in a quarrel, since I came ashore,
I kill'd a man, and, fear, I am descry'd :
Wait you on him, I charge you, as becomes;
While I make way from hence to save my life.
You understand me ?

Bion. Ay, Sir, ne'er a whit.

Luc. And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth; Tranio is chang'd into Lucentio.

Bion. The better for him: 'Would, I were so too.

Tra. So would I, 'faith, boy, to have the next wish after; that Lucentio, indeed, had Baptista's youngest Daughter. But, firrah, not for my fake, but your master's, I advise you, use your manners difcreetly in all kind of companies: when I am alone, why, then I am Tranio; but in all places else, your mafter Lucentio.

Luc. Tranio, let's go: one thing more refts, that thyself execute, to make one among these wooers; if thou ask me why, fufficeth, my reafons are both good and weighty. [Exeunt.

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Before Hortenfio's House in Padua.
Enter Petruchio, and Grumio.

Pet. VERONA, for a while I take my leave,
To fee my friends in Padua; but of all

My best beloved and approved friend,

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