« ZurückWeiter »
And am to Padua come, as he that leaves
Tra. Me pardonato, gentle mafter mine,
Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well doft thou advise;
Tra. Master, some show to welcome us to town.
S CE N E II.
Enter Baptista with Catharina and Bianca, Gremio and Hortensio. Lucentio and Tranio stand byr
YENTLEMEN Both, importune me no
Bap. GEN farther
For how I firmly am resolv'd, you know;
Because I know you well, and love you well, Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure.
Gre. To cart her rather.-She's too rough for me: There, there, Hortenso, will you any wife?
Cath. I pray you, Sir, is it your will
Hor. Mates, maid, how mean you that? no mates Unless you were of gentler, milder, mould.
Cath.'l'faith, Sir, you shall never need to fear,
Hor. From all such devils, good Lord, deliver us.
ward. Luc. But in the other's silence I do fee Maid's mild behaviour and sobriety.
aside. Peace, Tranio.
Tra. Well said, master; mum! and gaze
Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soon make good
Cath. A pretty Peat! it is best put finger in the. eye, an fhe knew why. Bian. Sifter, content you in my
discontent. Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe: My books and inftruments shall be my company, On them to look, and practise by myself. Luc. Hark, I'ranio, thou may'lt hear Minerva speak.
(afde. Hor. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange ? Vol. III,
Sorry am I, that our good will effects
Gre. Why will you mew her up,
am resolv'd : Go in, Bianca.
Exit Bianca. And for I know, she taketh most delight In music, instruments, and poetry; School-masters will I keep within my houfe, Fit to instruct her youth. If you, Hortenfo, 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 farewel: Catharina, you may stay, For I have more to commune with Bianca. [Exit.
Cath. Why, and, I trust, I may go too, may I not? what, shall I be appointed hours, as tho', belike, I knew not what to take, and what to leave? ha!
[Exit. S CE N E III.
Gre. OU may go to the devil's dam: your gifts are so good, here is none will hold
you. Our love is not so great, Hortenfio, but we may blow our nails together, and fast it fairly out. Our cake's dow 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.
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 accefs to our fair Mistrefs, 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. I say, a devil. Think'st thou, Hortensió, tho' her father be
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 whip’d at the high-cross, every 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 fo far forth friendly maintain'd, '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 horse in Padua to begin his wooing, that would throughly woo her, wed her, and bed her, and rid the house of her.
[Exeunt Gremio and Hortensio.
S CE N E IV
Manent Tranio and Luceniio. Tra.
, tell meis I Thaylove should on a fudden 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,
look'd so longly on the maid, Perhaps, you mark'd not what's the pith of all.
Luc. O yes, I saw sweet Beauty in her face; Such as the daughter of Agenor had, That made great fove 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 scold, 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 ftir bim from his trance: I pray, awake, Sir; if you love the maid, Bend thoughts and wit t'atchieve her. Thus it stands : Her eldeft Sister is so curft and shrewd, That till the Father rids his Hands of her, Mafter, 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! But art thou not advis'd, he took some care To get her cunning school-malters to' instruct her?
Tra. Ay, marry, am I, Sir; and now 'tis plotted. Luc. I have it, Tranio.