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Dost thou love hawking? thou hast hawks will soar
1 Serv. Say, thou wilt course; thy greyhounds are as swift As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe.
2 Serv. Dost thou love pictures ? we will fetch thee straight
Lord. We'll show thee Io, as she was a maid ;
Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord :
1 Serv. And, till the tears that she hath hed for thee,
Sty. Am I a lord ? and have I such a lady?
[SERVANTS present an ewer, basin, and napkın. O, how we joy to see your wit restored ! O, that once more you knew but what you are ! These fifteen years you have been in a dream; Or, when you
waked, so waked as if you slept. Śly. These fifteen years, by my fay,* a goodly nap. But did I never speak of all that time?
1 Serv. O, yes, my lord; but very idle words:For though you lay here in this goodly chamber,
Yet would you say, ye were beaten out of door;
Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the house.
As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece,
Sly. Now, Lord be thanked for my good amends !
Enter the PAGE, as a Lady, with Attendants.
Page. Here, noble lord ; What is thy will with her ?
Page. My husband and my lord, my lord and husband;
Sly. I know it well :- What must I call her?
Page. Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me;
-Servants, leave me and her alone.
Page. Thrice noble lord, let me entreat of you
Sly. Ay, it stands so, that I may hardly tarry so long. But I would be loath to fall' into my dreams again; I will therefore tarry, in despite of the flesh and the blood.
Enter a SERVANT.
Sly. Marry, I will; let them play it: Is not a commonty* a Christmas gambol, or a tumbling trick?
Page. No, my good lord; it is more pleasing stuff.
Sly. What, household stuff?
Page. It is a kind of history. Sly. Well, we'll see't: Come, madam wife, sit by my side, and let the world slip; we shall ne'er be younger.
[They sit down.
Scene 1.-Padua. A public Place.
Enter LUCENTIO and TRANIO.
Tra. Mi perdonate, t gentle master mine,
grows, where is no pleasure ta’en ;In brief, Sir, study what you most affect.
Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou advise.
Tra. Master, some show, to welcome us to town.
TENSIO. LUCENTIO and TRANIO stand aside.
shall you have to court her at your pleasure. Gre. To cart her, rather: she's too rough for me :-There, there, Hortensio, will you any wife?
Kath. I pray you, Sir [To BAP.], is it your will To make a stale of me* amongst these mates ?
Hor. Mates, maid, how mean you that? no mates for you,
Kath. I' faith, Sir, you shall never need to fear;
Hor. From all such devils, good Lord, deliver us !
Luuc. But in the other's silence I do see
Tra. Well said, master: mum! and gaze your fill.
Kath. A pretty peat ! I 'tis best
Bian. Sister, content you in my discontent.
Inc. Hark, Tranio! thou mayst hear Minerva speak. [Aside.
* To put me, stale-mate, into a corner. + Think
Sorry am I, that our good will affects
Bap. Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolved :
[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, Hortensio, Or signior Gremio, you,-know any such, Prefer* them hither: for to cunning men I will be very kind and liberal To mine own children in good bringing up; And so farewell. Katharina, you may stay; For I have more to commune with Bianca.
[Exit. Kath. Why, and I trust I may go too; May I not? What, shall I be appointed hours; as though 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. Their love is not so great, Hortensio, but we may blow our nails together, and fast it fairly out; our cake 's dough on both sides. Farewell :-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. Though the nature of our quarrel yet never brook'd parle, know now, upon advice,t 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 sister. Gre. A husband'! a devil. Hor. I say, a husband.
Gre. I say, a devil: Think'st thou, Hortensio, though her father be very rich, any man is so very a fool to be married to hell ?
Hor. Tush, Gremio, though it pass your patience, and mine, to endure her loud alarums, why, man, there be good fellows in the world, an a man could light on them, would take her with all faults, and money enough.
Gre. I cannot tell; but I had as lief take her dowry with this condition, to be whipped at the high-cross every morning.
Hor. 'Faith, as you say, there's small choice in rotten apples. But, come; since this bar in law makes us friends, it shall be so far forth friendly maintained, -till by helping Baptista's eldest 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 say you, signior Gremio ?
Gre. I am agreed: and 'would I had given him the best borse