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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 ;
3 Serv. Or Daphne, roaming through a thorny wood;
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.
1 Serv. O, yes, my lord; but very idle words:-
Sly. Ay, the woman's maid of the house.
3 Serv. Why, Sir, you know no house, nor no such maid; Nor no such men as you have reckon'd on
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.
Sly. Marry, I fare well; for here is cheer enough. Where is my wife?
Page. Here, noble lord ; What is thy will with her ?
Sly. Are you my wife, and will not call me husband ? My men should call me-lord; I am your goodman.
Page. My husband and my lord, my lord and husband;
Sly. I know it well :- What must I call her?
Sly. Madam wife, they say that I have dream'd, and slept
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?
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,
No profit grows, where is no pleasure ta’en ;-
Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou advise.
Tra. Master, some show, to welcome us to town.
TENSIO. LUCENTIO and TRANIO stand aside.
Gre. To cart her, rather: she's too rough for me :--
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 !
Tra. Hush, master, here is some good pastime toward;
Luuc. But in the other's silence I do see Maid's mild behaviour and sobriety. Peace, Tranio.
Tra. Well said, master: mum! and gaze your fill.
Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soon make good
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.
Sorry am I, that our good will affects
Gre. Why, will you mew her up,
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