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Tra. Hush, master, here's some good paftime)

toward ; That wench is stark mad, or wonderful fro

ward. Luc. But in the other's silence I do fee Afde. Maid's mild behaviour and fobriety. Peace, Tranio Tra. Well faid, Master; mum! and gaze

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Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soon make good
What I have said, Bianca, get you in ;
And let it not displease thee, good Bianca;
For I will love thee ne'er the less, my girl.

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

Bian. Sifter, content you discontent. Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe : My books and instruments thall be my company, On them to look, and practise by myself. Luc. Hark, Tranio, thou may'st hear Minerva speak.

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Hor. Signior Baptista, will you be so Itrange!
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 resolvid:
Goin, Bianca.

[Exit Bianca And for I know, she taketh most delight In music, instruments, and poetry; Schoolmasters 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 ups And so farewel. Catharina, you may stay, For I have more to commune with Bianca.

hy, and, I trust, I may go too, may i not? What, shall í be appointed hours, as tho', belike, I

[Exit.

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[Exit. SC È NE III. Gre. You may go to the devil's dam; your gifts are Io 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 fides. 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 ihe 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 toucbeth 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 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 whipp'd at the high-cross cvery 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 to far forth friendly maintain’d, till by helping Baptifta's eldeit daughter to a husband, we set 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 lay you, Signior Gremio ? Gre. I am agreed; and would I had given him the VOL.II. Сс

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beit 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.

SCENE IV. Manent Tranio and Lucentio.

Tra. I pray, Sir, tell me, is it poflible
That love should on a sudden take such hold?

Luc. Oh Tranio, till I found it to be true,
I never thought it possible or likely.
But see, while idly I stood looking on,
I found th' effect of love in idleness :
And now in plainness do confess to thee,
(That art to me as secret, 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;
Aflit 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 fo,
Redine te captım quàm queas minimo.

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

Tra. Malter, you look'd fo longly on the maid, Perhaps you mark'd not what's the pith of all.

Luc. O yes, I saw sweet beauty in lier 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 tatchieve her. Thus it stands: Her eldest sister is so curs’d and shrewd,

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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 suitors.

Luc. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel father's he!
Bút art thou not advis'd, he took fonie care
To get her cunning schoolmasters to inftrue her?

Tra. Ay, marry, am I, Sir; and now ’tis ploited.?
Luc. I have it, Tranio.

Tra, Master, for my hand,
Both our inventions meet and jump in one,

Luc. Tell me thine first.

Tra. You will be schoolmaster,
And undertake the teaching of the maid:
That's your device.

Luc. It is: may it be done ?

Tra. Not pom!: 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 countrynen, and banquet them ?

Lúc. Basta ;-content thee; for { have it fuli.
We have not yet been seen in any louie;
Nor can we be distinguish'd by our faces,
For man or master: then it follows thus.
Thou shalt be inafter, Tranio, in my stead
Keep house, and port, and servants, as I thould.
I will some other be, forne Florentine,
Some Neapolitan, or meiner inau of Pisa.
'Tis hatch'd, and thall be fo: Tranio, at once
Uncase thee: take iny colour'd liat' and cloak.
When Biondello comes, he waits on thee;
But I will charm him first to keep his tongue.

Tra. So had you need. [Tley exchange halits.
In brief, good Sir, fith it your pleasure is,
And I am tyd to be obedient,
(For fo your father charge'd me at our parting ;
Be serviceable to my fon, quoth he),
Altho', I think, 'twas in another fenfe;
I am content to be Lucentio,
Because so well I love Lucentio.
Luc. Tranio, be fo; because Lucentio loves;
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And let me be a fave t’atchieve that maid,
Whose sudden fight hath thrall’d my wounded eye.

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

Bion. Where have I been ? nay, how now, where are you? Master, has my fellow Tranio stol'n your cloaths, or you stol'n his, or both Pray, what's the news?

Luc. Sirrah, come hither: 'tis no time to jest ;
And therefore frame your manners to the time,
Your fellow Tranio here, 'to save my life,
Puts my apparel and my count'nance on,
And I for my escape have put on his :
For in a quarrel, fince I came alhore,
I killd a man, and fear I am descry'd:
Wait you on him, I charge you, as becomes ;

Vhile I make way from hence to fave my life.
You undertand me?

Bion. Ay, Sir, ne'er à whit.

Luc. And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth; Tranio is changed into Lucentio.****

Bion. The better for him: would'I 'were fo too.

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

1.usc. Tranio, let's go : one thing more relts, that thyself cxecute, to make one among

these wooers;

if thou ask me why, fufficeth my reasons are both good and weighty.

[Exeunt.

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SCENE V, Before Hortenfio's boufe in Padula.

Enter Petruchio, and Grumio."
Pet. Verona, for a while I take my leavë,
To fee iny friends in Padua; but of all
My best beloved and approved friend,

Hortenfio;

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