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Lady. Thrice-noble Lord, let me intreat of youseed To pardon me yet for a night or two: Or, if not fo, until the fun be fet; For your phyficians have expressly charge'd, In peril to incur your former malady, That I fhould yet abfent me from your bed; I hope this reafon ftands for my excufe.

Sly. Ay, it stands fo, that I may hardly tarry fo long; but I would be loth to fall into my dream again. I will therefore tarry in defpight of the flesh and the blood.

SCENE VI. Enter a Messenger.

Me. Your Honour's players, hearing your amend

ment,

Are come to play a pleasant comedy;
For fo your Doctors hold it very meet,
Seeing too much fadnefs hath congeal'd your blood;
And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.
Therefore they thought it good you hear a play,
And frame your mind to mirth and merriment;
Which bars a thousand harms, and lengthens life.

Sly. Marry, I will; let them play; is it not a com. modity? a Christmas gambol, or a tumbling trick?

Lady. No, my good Lord, it is more pleafing ftuff.
Sly. What, houthold-ftuff?

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Sly. Well, we'll fee't: come, Madam wife, fit by my fide, and let the world flip, we shall ne'er be younger,

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A freet in Padua.

Flourish. Enter Lucentio and Tranio.

Luc. Ranio, fince for the great defire I had
To fee fair Padua, nurfery of arts,
I am arriv'd from fruitful Lombardy,
The pleafant garden of great Italy:
And, by my father's love and leave, am arm'd
With his good-will, and thy good company:
Moft trufty fervant, well approv'd in all,
Here let us breathe, and haply inftitute
A courfe of learning, and ingenious ftudies.
Pifa, renowned for grave citizens,
Gave me my being; and my father first,
A merchant of great traffic through the world:
Vincentio's come of the Bentivolii,
Vincentio his fon, brought up in Florence,
It fhall become to ferve all hopes conceiv'd,
To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds:
And therefore, Tranio, for the time I study,
To virtue and that part of philofophy
Will I apply, that treats of happines
By virtue fpecially to be atchiev'd.
Tell me my mind, for I have Pifa left,
And am to Padua come, as he that leaves
A fhallow plafh, to plunge him in the deep,
And with fatiety feeks to quench his thirit.

Tra. Me pardonato, gentle mafter mine,
I am in all affected as yourself:
Glad that you thus continue your refolve,
To fuck the fweets of fweet philosophy :
Only, good maiter, while we do admire
This virtue, and this meral difcipline,
Let's be no Stoics, nor no ftocks, I pray ;
Or fo devote to Ariftotle's checks,

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As Ovid be an outcast quite abjur'd.
Talk logic with acquaintance that you have,
And practise rhetoric in your common talk;
Mufic and poefy ufe to quicken you;

The mathematics, and the metaphyfics,
Fall to them, as you find your stomach serves you.
No profit grows, where is no pleasure ta'en:
In brief, Sir, study what you most affect.

Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well doft 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 stay a while, what company is this?

Tra. Mafter, fome fhow to welcome us to town.

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II. 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 ufe you like a fool.

Hor. From all fuch devils, good Lord, deliver us.
Gre. And me too, good Lord.

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Tra. Hufh, mafter, here's fome good paftime toward;

That wench is ftark mad, or wonderful froward.

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Luc. But in the other's filence I do fee Maid's mild behaviour and fobriety. Peace, Tranio,

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Tra. Well faid, Mafter; mum! and gaze your fill.

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

Cath. A pretty peat! it is beft put finger in the eye. an fhe knew why.

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

Luc. Hark, Tranio, thou may't hear Minerva speak. [Afide.

Hor. Signior Baptifta, will you be fo ftrange!
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, fhe taketh moft delight
In mufic; inftruments, and poetry;
Schoolmasters 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

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III.

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 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 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 bufband! 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 pafs 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-crofs every morning.

Hor. 'Faith, as you fay, there's a fmall 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 Baptifta's eldest daughter to a husband, we fet his youngest free for a hufband, and then have to't afresh. Sweet Bianca! happy man be his dole! he that runs fafteft gets the ring; how fay you, Signior Gremio ?

Gre. I am agreed; and would I had given him the beft

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