Shall haue my Biancas loue.

Say fignior Gremio, what can you affure 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 itory coffers I haue ftuft my crownes:
In cipres chefts my arras counterpoints,
Coftly apparell, tents, and canopies,
Fine linnen, Turky cushions bost with pearle,
Vallens of Venice gold, in needle worke:
Pewter and braffe, and all things that belongs
To houfe or houfe-keeping: then at my farme
I have a hundred milch-kine to the pale,
Six-fcore fat oxen ftanding in my stalls,
And all things anfwerable to this portion.
My felfe am ftrooke in yeeres I must confesse,
And if I die to-morrow this is hers

If whil'ft I liue fhe will be only mine.

Tra. That only came well in: fir, lift to me,
I am my fathers heyre and onely fonne,
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 fignior Gremio has in Padua,

Befides two thousand duckets by the yeere

Of fruitfull land, all which fhall be her ioynter.
What, haue I pincht you fignior Gremio?

Gre. Two thousand duckets by the yeere of land,
My land amounts not to so much in all:
That she shall haue, befides an argofie

That now is lying in Marcellus roade :
What, haue Ichoakt you with an argofic

Tra.

Tra. Gremio, 'tis knowne my father hath no lesse
Then three great argofies, befides two galliasses
And twelue tite gallies, these I will assure her,
And twice as much what ere thou offreft 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 affurance,
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, I am thus refolu'd,
On Sonday next, you know,

My daughter Katherine is to be married:
Now on the Sonday following shall Bianca

Be bride to you, if you make this affurance :

If not to fignior Gremio:

And fo I take my leaue, and thanke you both.

Exit.

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 fo 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 fee no reason but fuppos'd Lucentio
Must get a father, call'd fuppos'd Vincentio,
And that's a wonders: father's commonly

Doe get their children: but in this case of woing,

A childe fhall 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 fir,
Haue you fo foone forgot the entertainment
Her fifter Katherine welcom'd you withall.
Hort. But wrangling pedant this is
The patroneffe of heauenly harmony:
Then giue me leaue to haue prerogatiue,
And when in musicke we haue spent an houre
Your lecture fhall haue leisure for as much.

Luc. Prepofterous affe that neuer read so farre,
To know the cause why muficke was ordain'd:
Was it not to refresh the mind of man
After his ftudies, or his vfuall paine ?
Then giue 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 ftriue for that which refteth in my choice:
I am no breeching scholler 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 ftrife heere fit we downe,
Take you the inftrument, 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 inftrument.

Bian. Where left we laft?

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 Lucentie 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 inftrument'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 fee if I can confter it. Hic ibat fimois, I know you not, hic eft figeria tellus, I truft you not, hic ftaterat priami take heede he heare vs not, regia presume not, celfa fenis difpaire not.

Hor. Madam, 'tis now in tune.

Luc. All but the base.

Hor. The base is right, 'tis the bafe knaue that iarres,
Luc. How fierie and forward our pedant is,

Now for

my life the knaue doth court my loue,
Pedafcule, Ile watch you better yet:
In time I may belieue yet I mistrust.
Bian. Miftruft it not, for fure acides.
Was Aiax cal'd fo from his grandfather.

Hort. I must beleeue my master, else I promise you,
I should be arguing ftill vpon that doubt,

But let it reft, now Litio to you :

Good mafter take it not vnkindly pray

That I haue been thus pleasant with you both.

Hort. You may go walke, and giue me leaue a while,

My lessons make no muficke in three parts.

Luc. Are you fo formall fir, well I must waite And watch withall, for but I be deceiu'd,

Our fine mufition groweth amorous.

Hor. Madam, before you touch the instrument, To learne the order of my fingering,

I must begin with rudiments of art,

Το

To teach you gamoth in a briefer sort,
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 Hortenfio's paffion :
Beeme, Bianca take him for thy lord
C faut, that loues with all affection:
Djol re, one cliffe, two notes haue I,
Ela mi, fhow pitty or I die.

Call you this gamouth? tut I like it not,
Old fashions please me beft, I am not so nice

To charge true rules for old inuentions.

Enter a Messenger.

Nicke. Miftreffe your father prayes you leaue your bookes, And helpe to dreffe your fifters chamber vp,

You know to morrow is the wedding day.

Bian. Farewell sweete mafters both, I must be gon.
Luc. Faith mistresse then I haue no cause to stay.
Hor. But I haue caufe to pry into this pedant,
Methinkes he lookes as though he was in loue:
Yet if thy thoughts Bianca be fo humble
To caft thy wandring eies on euery stale:
Seize thee that lift, if once I finde thee ranging,
Hortenfio will be quit with thee by changing.

Exit.

Enter Baptifta, Gremio, Tranio, Katherine, Bianca, and others, attendants.

Bap. Signior Lucentio, this is the pointed day

That Katherine and Petruchio fhould be married,

And yet we heare not of our fonne in law :

What