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And am to Padua come, as he that leaves
A shallow plash to plunge him in the deep,
And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst.

Tra. Me pardonato, gentle mafter mine,
I am in all affe&ted as yourfelf:
Glad, that you thus continue your resolve,
To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy:
Only, good master, while we do admire
This virtue, and this moral discipline,
Let's be no Stoics, nor no stocks, I pray;
Or, so devote to Aristotle's checks,
As Ovid be an Outcast quite abjur’d.
Talk logic with acquaintance that you have,
And practise rhetoric in your common talk;
Music and Poesy use to quicken you;
The Mathematics, and the Metaphysics,
Fall to them, as you find your ftomach 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 ashore,
We could at once put us in readiness ;
And take a lodging fit to entertain
Such friends, as time in Padua shall beget.
But stay a while, what company is this?

Tra. Master, some show to welcome us to town.

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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;
That is, not to beltow my youngest Daughter,
Before I have a husband for the elder ;
If either of you both love Catharina,


for you;

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
To make a Stale of me amongst these mates ?

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,
I wis, it is not half way to her heart ::
But if it were, doubt not, her care shall be
To comb your noddle with a three-legg'd stool,
And paint your face, and use you like a fool.

Hor. From all such devils, good Lord, deliver us.
Gre. And me too, good Lord.
Tra. Hush, master, here's some good pastime

That wench is stark mad, or wonderful fro-

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

your fill.

Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soon make good
What I have said, Bianca, get you in;
And let it not difplease thee, good Bianca;
For I will love thee ne'er the less, my girl.

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
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 ?
Bap. Gentlemen, content ye;


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.

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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. A husband! a devil.-
Hor. I say, a husband.

Gre. I say, a devil. Think'st thou, Hortensió, tho' her father be

any man is so

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.

Come on.

[Exeunt Gremio and Hortensio.


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,


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(That art to me as secret, and as dear,
As Anna to the Queen of Carthage was ;)
Tranio, I burn, I pine, I perish, Tranio,
If I atchieve not this young modest girl:
Counsel me, Tranio, for, I know, thou canst;
Aflift me, Tranio, for, I know, thou wilt.
Tra. Mafter, it is no time to chide

you now;
Affection is not rated from the heart.
If Love hath toild you, nought remains but so,
Redime te captum quam queas

Luc. Gramercy, lad; go forward, this contents;
The rest will comfort, for thy counsel's found.
Tra. Master, you look'd so longly

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.


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