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come to serve all hopes conceiv'd,
s fortune with his virtuous deeds:
pre, Tranio, for the time I study,

that part of philosophy
ly, that treats of happiness
pecially to be atchiev'd.

mind, for I have Pisa left, Padua come, as he that leaves plash to plunge him in the deep, atiety seeks to quench his thirst. pardonato, gentle master mine, I affected as your felf:

you thus continue your refolve, e sweets of sweet philofophy : I master, while we do admire =, and this moral discipline, Stoicks, nor no stocks, I pray; ote to Aristotle's checks, ean Outcast quite abjur'd.

with acquaintance that you have, de rhetorick in your common talk; d Poefie use to quicken you; ematicks, and the Metaphyficks, n, as you find your stomach serves you: grows, where is no pleasure ta'en : ir, study what you most affect.

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ramercies, Tranio, well dost thou advise;
llo, thou wert come afhore,
at once put us in readiness;
a lodging fit to entertain
ds, as time in Padua shall beget.
while, what company is this?

after, some show to welcome us to town.

tifta with Catharina and Bianca, Gremio and rtenfio. Lucentio and Tranio ftand by. Gentlemen Both, importune me no farther,. I firmly am refolv'd, you know; not to bestow my youngest Daughter, nave a husband for the elder;

If

If either of you both love Catharina,
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, 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 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

toward;

That wench is stark mad, or wonderful fro

ward.

Luc. But in the other's filence I do fee

Maid's mild behaviour and fobriety.

Peace, Tranio.

Tra. Well faid, master; mum! and gaze your

fill.

Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soon 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 less, my girl.

Þafide.

Cath. A pretty Peat! it is best put finger in the eye,

an she knew why.

Bian. Sifter, content you in my discontent.

Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe:

My books and instruments shall be my company,

On them to look, and practise by my self.

Luc. Hark, Tranio, thou may'st hear Minerva speak.

Hor. Signior Baptifia, will you be so firange ?

Sorry am I, that our good will effects

Bianca's grief.

[afide.

Gre.

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; I am resolv'd :

Go in, Bianca.

[Exit Bianca.

And for I know, the taketh most delight
In musick, instruments, and poetry;
School-masters will I keep within my house,
Fit to instruct 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 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.

Gre. You 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 fides. 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 the 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 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, Hortenfio, tho her father be very rich, any man is so very a fool to

be married to hell?

VOL. II,

Hor.

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 mony 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, fince 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 wooe her, wed her, and bed her, and rid the houfe of her. Come on.

[Exeunt Gremio and Hortenfio.

Manent Tranio and Lucentio.

Tra. I pray, Sir, tell me, is it possible
That love should on a sudden take such hold ?
Luc. Oh Tranio, 'till I found it to be true,
I never thought it possible or likely.
But fee, 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 fecret, 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;
Assist me, Tranio, for, I know, thou wilt.

Tra. Master, it is no time to chide you now;
Affection is not rated from the heart.
If love hath touch'd you, nought remains but so,
Redime te captum quam queas minimo.

Luc.

Luc. Gramercy, lad; go forward, this contents;

The reft will comfort, for thy counsel's found.
Tra. Master, you 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 Jove 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 him from his trance : I pray, awake, Sir; if you love the maid, Bend thoughts and wit t' atchieve her. Thus it stands : Her eldest Sister is so curst and shrewd, That till the Father rids his Hands of her, Master, 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-masters to' instruct her?
Tra. Ay, marry, am I, Sir; and now 'tis plotted.
Luc. I have it, Tranio.
Tra. Master, for my hand,

Both our inventions meet and jump in one.
Luc. Tell me thine first.

Tra. You will be school-master,

And undertake the teaching of the maid:

That's your device.

Luc. It is: may it be done ?

Tra. Not possible: for who shall bear your part,

And be in Padua here Vincentio's fon,

Keep house, and ply his book, welcome his friends,

Visit his countrymen, and banquet them ?

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