Gre. And me too, good Lord!

Tra. Hufh, mafter! here is fome good pastime toward; That wench is ftark mad, or wonderful froward.

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

Maid's mild behaviour and fobriety.

Peace, Tranio.

Tra. Well faid, mafter; mum! and gaze your fill.

Bap. Gentlemen, that I may foon 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 lefs, my girl.
Kath. A pretty" peat! 'tis best

Put finger in the eye,—an she knew why.

Bian. Sifter, content you in my difcontent.-
Sir, to your pleasure humbly I fubscribe:
My books, and inftruments, fhall be my company;
On them to look, and practife by myself.

Luc. Hark, Tranio! thou may't hear Minerva speak.

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Hor. Signior Baptifta, will you be fo' strange? Sorry am I, that our good will effects

Bianca's grief.

Gre. Why, will you mew her up,

Signior Baptifta, for this fiend of hell,

And make her bear the penance of her tongue?
Bap. Gentlemen, content ye; I am refolv'd :-
Go in, Bianca.

[Afide.

[Exit Bianca.

And for I know, fhe taketh most delight
In mufick, inftruments, and poetry,
Schoolmafters will I keep within my house,
Fit to inftruct her youth.-If you, Hortenfio,-
Or fignior Gremio, you,-know any such,

h peat!]-cade, darling; pet, pettish thing.
i ftrange?]-unreasonable.

Prefer

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. Katharina, you may stay;
For I have more to commune with Bianca.

[Exit.

Kath. Why, and, I truft, I may go too, May I not? What, fhall I be appointed hours; as though, 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 fo good, here is none will hold you. k * Their love is not fo great, Hortenfio, but we may blow our nails together, and fast it fairly out; our cake's dough on both fides. Farewel:-Yet, for the love I bear my fweet Bianca, if I can by any means light on a fit man, to teach her that wherein fhe delights, I will with him to her father.

Hor. So will I, fignior Gremio: But a word. I pray. Though 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 mistress, and be happy rivals in Bianca's love,-to labour and effect one thing 'specially.

Gre. What's that, I pray?

Hor. Marry fir, to get a husband for her sister.

Gre. A hufband! a devil.

Hor. I fay, a husband.

Gre. I fay, a devil: Think'ft thou, Hortenfio, though her father be very rich, any man is fo very a fool to be married to hell?

Hor. Tufh, Gremio! though it pass your patience, and mine, to endure her loud alarums, 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.

Their]—Baptifta's in admitting, and Bianca's in encouraging our addreffes. Our!

Gre.

Gre. I cannot tell: but I had as lief take her dowry with this condition,-to be whipp'd at the high cross every morning.

Hor. 'Faith, as you fay, there's small choice in rotten apples. But, come; fince this bar in law makes us friends, it fhall be fo far forth friendly maintain'd,-till by helping Baptifta's eldest daughter to a husband, we fet his youngest free for a husband, and then have to't afresh.Sweet Bianca!' Happy man be his dole! He that runs fafteft, gets the ring. How fay you, fignior Gremio ?

Gre. I am agreed: and 'would I had given him the best horse in Padua to begin his wooing, that would thoroughly woo her, wed her, and bed her, and rid the house of her. Come on. [Exeunt Gremio and Hortenfio.

Manent Tranio, and Lucentio.

Tra. I pray, fir, tell me-Is it poffible
That love fhould of a fudden take fuch hold?
Luc. Oh, Tranio, 'till I found it to be true,
I never thought it poffible, or likely;
But fee! while idly I ftood looking on,
I found the effect of love in idleness:
And now in plainnefs do confefs 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 perith, Tranio,
If I atchieve not this young modeft girl:
Counsel me, Tranio, for I know thou canft;
Aflift me, Tranio, for I know thou wilt.

Tra. Master, it is no time to chide you now;
Affection is not " rated from the heart:

m

If love have touch'd you, nought remains but fo,

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Happy man be his dole !]-I wish him joy that gains the prize.
rated]-expell'd by threats.

"Redime te captum quam queas minimo.

Luc. Gramercies, lad; go forward: this contents; The reft will comfort, for thy counsel's found.

Tra. Mafter, you look'd fo longly on the maid,
Perhaps you mark'd not what's the pith of all.
Luc. O yes, I faw fweet 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 kifs'd the Cretan strand.

Tra. Saw you no more? mark'd you not, how her fifter Began to fcold; and raise up fuch a storm, That mortal ears might hardly endure the din? Luc. Tranio, I faw her coral lips to move, And with her breath fhe did perfume the air Sacred, and fweet, was all I faw in her.

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Tra. Nay, then, 'tis time to ftir him from his trance. pray, awake, fir; If you love the maid,

Bend thoughts and wits to atchieve her. Thus it ftands:-
Her eldest fifter is fo curft and fhrewd,

That, 'till the father rid his hands of her,
Master, your love muft live a maid at home;
And therefore has he closely mew'd her up,
Because she shall not be annoy'd with fuitors.

Luc. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel father's he!
But art thou not advis'd, he took some care
To get her cunning fchoolmafters to inftruct her?
Tra. Ay, marry, am I, fir; and now 'tis plotted.
Luc. I have it, Tranio.

Tra. Master, for my hand,

Both our inventions meet and jump in one.

"Redime te captum quam queas minimo.]-Ranfom yourself the readieft way you know.

daughter of Agenor]-Europa, deluded by Jupiter, in the form of a bull. P for my hand,1-I'll wager my hand.

VOL. II.

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Luc.

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 poffible; For who fhall bear your part, And be in Padua here Vincentio's fon?

Keep house, and ply his book; welcome his friends; Vifit his countrymen, and banquet them?

Luc. Bafta; content thee; for I have it full.

We have not yet been feen in any house;
Nor can we be diftinguifh'd by our faces,
For man, or master: then it follows thus ;-

Thou shalt be mafter, Tranio, in my stead,

Keep house, and ' port, and fervants, as I fhould:
I will fome other be; fome Florentine,
Some Neapolitan, or mean man of Pifa.-
'Tis hatch'd, and fhall be fo:-Tranio at once
Uncafe thee; take my colour'd hat and cloak:
When Biondello comes, he waits on thee;

But I will charm him first to keep his tongue.
Tra. So had
you need.

In brief, fir, fith it your pleasure is,

And I am ty'd to be obedient;

[They exchange babits.

(For fo your father charg'd me at our parting;
Be ferviceable to my son, quoth he,

Although, I think, 'twas in another fenfe)
I am content to be Lucentio,

Because fo well I love Lucentio.

Luc. Tranio, be fo, because Lucentio loves : And let me be a flave, to atchieve that maid Whofe fudden fight hath thrall'd my wounded eye.