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ACT 1. SCENE I.
A Street in Padua. Flourish. Enter Lucentio, and his
And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst.
Tra. Me pardonato, gentle master mine,
Tra. Master, some show, to welcome us to town.
GREMIO and HORTENSIO. LUCENTio and TRA-
Bap. Gentlemen, importune me no farther,
That is not to bestow my youngest daughter, 50
well, Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure.
Gre. To cart her rather : She's too rough for me :
Hor. Mates, maid! how mean you that? no mates
Unless you were of gentler, milder mould.
Kath. I'faith, sir, you shall never need to fears
Hor. From all such devils, good Lord, deliver us !
Tra. Well said, master; mum! and gaze your fill.
Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soon make good
Kath. A pretty peat! ’tis best
Bian. Sister, content you in my discontent. 80
[Aside, Hor. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange? Sorry am I, that our 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 ? 90
Bap. Gentlemen, content ye; I am resoly'd :Go in, Bianca.
[Exit BIANCA. And for I know, she taketh most delight In musick, instruments, and poetry, School-masters 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; 100 And so farewel. 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. 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.
113 Hor. So will I, signior Gremio: But a word, I pray. · Though 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 'specially.
Gre. What's that, I pray?
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 her faults, and money enough.
132 Gre. I cannot tell : but I had as lief take her