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Shall haue my Biancas loue.
Say signior Gremio, what can you assure her?

Gre. First, as you know, my house within the city
Is richly furnished with plate and gold,
Basons and ewers to laue her dainty hands :
My hangings all of Tirian tapestrie :
In idory coffers I haue ftuft my crownes :
In cipres chests my arras counterpoints,
Costly appareil, tents, and canopies,
Fine linnen, Turky cushions bost with pearle,
Vallens of Venice gold, in needle worke :
Pewter and brasse, and all things that belongs
To house or house-keeping : then at my farme
I haue a hundred milch-kine to the pale,
Six-score fat oxen standing in my stalls,
And all things answerable to this portion.
My selfe am strooke in yeeres I must confesle,
And if I die to-morrow this is hers
If whilft I live she will be only mine.

Tra. That only came well in : fir, list to me,
I am my fathers heyre and onely sonne,
If I may haue your daughter to my wife,
Ile leaue her houses three or foure as good
Within rich Pifa walls, as any one
Old signior Gremio has in Padua,
Besides two thousand duckets by the yeere
Of fruitfull land, all which shall be her ioynter.
What, haue I pincht you signior Gremio ?

Gre. Two thousand duckets by the yeere of land,
My land amounts not to so much in all:
That the shall haue, besides an argofie
That now is lying in Marcellus roade :
What, haue I'choakt you with an argosic

Tra. Gremio, 'tis knowne my father hath no lesse
Then three great argofies, besides two galliasses
And twelue tite gallies, these I will assure her,
And twice as much what ere thou offrest next.

Gre. Nay, I haue offered all, I haue no more,
And she can haue no more then all I haue,
If you like me, she shall haue me and mine.

Tra. Why then the maid is mine from all the world
By your firme promise, Gremio is out-uied.

Bap. I must confesse your offer is the best,
And let your father make her the assurance,
She is your owne, else you must pardon me:
If you should die before him where's her dower ?

Tra. That's but a cauill: hee is olde, 1 yong.
Gre. And may not yong men die as well as old ?

Bap. Well gentlemen, J am thus resolu'd,
On Sonday next, you koow,
My daughter Katherine is to be married :
Now on the Sonday following shall Bianca
Be bride to you, if you make this assurance :
If not to signior Gremio :
And so I take my leaue, and thanke you both.

Erit.
Gre. Adieu good neighbour : now I feare thee not:
Sirra, yong gamester, your father were a foole
To giue thee all, and in his waining age
Set foot vnder thy table : tut, a toy,
An olde Italian foxe is not so kinde my boy.

Exit. Tra. A vengeance on your crafty withered hide, Yet I haue fac'd it with a card of ten : 'Tis in my head to doe my master good : I see no reason but suppos'd Lucentio Must get a father, callid suppos’d Vincentio, And that's a wonders : father's commonly Doe get their children : but in this case of woing, A childe shall get a fire, if I faile not of my cunning.

Exit. Actus

Actus Tertia.

Enter Lucentio, Hortentio, and Bianca,
Luc. Fidler forbeare you grow too forward sir,
Haue you so soone forgot the entertainment
Her fifter Katherine welcom'd you withall.

Hort. But wrangling pedant this is
The patronesse of heauenly harmony:
Then give me leave to haue prerogatiue,
And when in musicke we haue spent an houre
Your lecture shall haue leisure for as much.

Luc. Preposterous alle that neuer read so farre,
To know the cause why musicke was ordain'd:
Was it not to refresh the mind of man
After his studies, or his vsuall paine ?
Then give me leaue to read philosophy
And while I pause, ferue in your harmony.

Hor Sirra, I will beare these braues of thine.

Bian. Why gentlemen, you do me double wrong,
To strive for that which resteth in my choice :
I am no breeching fcholler in the schooles,
Ile not be tied to houres, nor pointed times,
But learne my lessons as I please myselfe,
And to cut off all strife heere fit we downe,
Take you the instrument, play you the whiles,
His lecture will be done ere you haue tun'd.

Hort. You'll leaue his lecture when I am in tune ?
Luc. That will be neuer, tune your instrument.
Bian. Where left we last ?

Luc. Heere madam : Hic ibat fimois, hic eft figeria telus, hic fteterat priami regia celfafenis. Bian. Confter them.

Luc.

Luc. Hic ibat, as I told you before Simois, I am Lucentio, hic eft, fonne vnto Vincentio of Pisa, Sigeria tellus, disguised thus to get your loue, hic fteterat, and that Lucentio that comes a wooing Priami, is my man Tranio, regia, bearing my port, celfa fenis that we might beguile the old pantalowne.

Hor. Madam my instrument's in tune.
Bian. Let's heare, oh fie the treble iarres.
Luc. Spit in the hole man, and tune againe.

Bian. Now let mee see if I can conster it. Hic ibat fimois, I know you not, hic eft sigerja tellus, I trust you not, hic ftaterat priami take heede he heare vs not, regia presume not, celfa fenis dis paire not.

Hor. Madam, 'tis now in tune.
Luc. All but the base.
Hor. The base is right, 'tis the base knaue that iarres,

Luc. How fierie and forward our pedant is,
Now for my life the knaue doth court my loue,
Pedascule, Ile watch you better yet :
In time I may belieue yet I mistrust.

Bian. Mistrust it not, for sure Æacides.
Was Aiax cald so from his grandfather.

Hort. I must beleeue my master, else I promise you,
I should be arguing still vpon that doubt,
But let it rest, now Litio to you :
Good master take it nor vnkindly pray
That I haue been thus pleasant with you both.

Hort. You may go walke, and give me leaue a while,
My lessons make no musicke in three parts.

Luc. Are you so formall sir, well I must waite
And watch withall, for but í be deceiu'd,
Our fine musition groweth amorous.

Hor. Madam, before you touch the instrument,
To learne the order of my fingering,
I must begin with rudiments of art,

То

To teach you gamoth in a briefer fort,
More pleasant, pithy and effectuall,
Then hath beene taught by any of my trade,
And there it is in writing fairely drawne.

Bian. Why, I am past my gamouth long agoe.
Hor. Yet read the gamouth of Hortentio.

Bian. Gamouth I am the ground of all accord :
Are, to plead Hortensio's passion :
Beeme, Bianca take him for thy lord
Cfaut, that loues with all affection :
Djol re, one cliffe, two notes haue I,
Ela mi, show pitty or I die.
Call you this gamouth? tut I like it not,
Old fashions please me best, I am not so nice
To charge true rules for old inuentions.

Enter a Messenger.
Nicke. Mistresse your father prayes you leaue your bookes,
And helpe to dresse your sisters chamber vp,
You know to morrow is the wedding day.

Bian. Farewell sweete masters both, I must be gon.
Luc. Faith mistresse then I haue no cause to stay.

Hor. But I haue cause to pry into this pedant,
Methinkes he lookes as though he was in loue
Yet if thy thoughts Bianca be so humble
To cast thy wandring eies on euery stale:
Seize thee that list, if once I finde thee ranging,
Hortenso will be quit with thee by changing.

Exit.

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Enter Baptista, Gremio, Tranio, Katherine, Bianca, and

ot bers, attendants.
Bap. Signior Lucentio, this is the pointed day
That Katherine and Petruchio should be married,
And yet we heare not of our fonne in law :

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