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And to conclude, we've 'greed fo well together,
That upon Sunday is the wedding-day.

Cath. I'll fee thee hang'd on Sunday first.
Gre. Hark, hark;

Petruchio! the fays fhe'll fee thee hang'd first.

Tra. Is this your speeding? then, good night our part!
Pet. Be patient, Sirs, I chufe her for my felf;
If the and I be pleas'd, what's that to you?
'Tis bargain'd 'twixt us twain, being alone,
That the fhall ftill be curft in company.
I tell you 'tis incredible to believe

How much she loves me; oh, the kindest Kate!
She hung about my neck, and kiss on kiss
She vy'd fo faft, protesting oath on oath,
That in a twink the won me to her love.
Oh, you are novices; 'tis a world to fee,
How tame (when men and women are alone)
A meacock wretch can make the curfteft fhrew.
Give me thy hand, Kate, I will unto Venice,
To buy apparel 'gainst the wedding-day;
Father, provide the feaft, and bid the guests,
I will be fure my Catharine fhall be fine.

Bap. I know not what to fay, but give your hands.
God fend you joy, Petruchio! 'tis a match.

Gre. Tra Amen fay we, we will be witnesses.
Pet. Father, and wife, and gentlemen, adieu;
I will to Venice, Sunday comes apace,

We will have rings and things, and fine array;
And kiss me, Kate, we'll marry o' Sunday.

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[Exe. Petruchio and Catharina. SCENE VI.

Gre. Was ever match clapt up fo fuddenly?
Bap. "Faith, gentlemen, I play a merchant's part,
And venture madly on a defperate mart.

Tra. 'Twas a commodity lay fretting by you;
'Twill bring you gain, or perifh on the feas.
Bap. The gain I feek is quiet in the match.
Gre. No doubt but he hath got a quiet catch:
But now, Baptifta, to your younger daughter ;.

Now

Now is the day we long have looked for:

I am your neighbour, and was fuitor firft.
Tra. And I am one that love Bianca more
Than words can witnefs or your thoughts can guefs.
Gre. Youngling! thou canst not love so dear as I.
Tra. Grey-beard! thy love doth freeze.

Gre. But thine doth fry.

Skipper, ftand back; 'tis age that nourisheth.

Tra. But youth in ladies eyes that flourisheth. Bap. Content you, gentlemen, I will compound this ftrife; 'Tis deeds must win the prize, and he of both That can affure my daughter greatest dower,

Shall have Bianca's love,

Say, Signior Gremio, what can you affure her?

Gre. Firft, as you know, my houfe within the city
Is richly furnished with plate and gold,

Bafons and ewers to lave her dainty hands:
My hangings all of Tyrian tapestry;

In ivory coffers I have ftuft my crowns;
In cypress chefts my arras, counterpanes,
Coftly apparel, tents and canopies,

Fine linnen, Turkey cushions bofs'd with pearl ;
Valance of Venice gold in needle-work;
Pewter and brafs, and all things that belong
To houfe, or houfe-keeping: then at my farm
I have a hundred milch-kine to the pail,
Sixfcore fat oxen ftanding in my ftalls;
And all things answerable to this portion.
My felf am ftruck in years, I must confefs,
And if I die to-morrow, this is hers,
If whilst I live fhe will be only mine.

Tra. That only came well in. Sir, lift to me z
I am my father's heir, and only fon;
If I may have your daughter to my wife,
I'll leave her houfes three or four as good,
Within rich Pifa walls, as any one
Old Signior Gremio has in Padua ;
Befides two thousand ducats by the year

Of fruitful land; all which shall be het jointure,
What, have I pinch'd you, Signior Gremio ?

Gre. Two thousand ducats by the year of land!
My land amounts but to fo much in all:
That the fhall have, befides an Argofie
That now is lying in Marseilles's road.
What, have I choakt you with an Argofie?

Tra. Gremio, is known my father hath no lefs
Than three great Argofies, befides two galliaffes,
And twelve tight gallies; thefe I will affure her,
And twice as much, what e'er thou offer'ft next.
Gre. Nay, I have offer'd all; I have no more;
And the can have no more than all I have;

If

you like me, fhe fhall have me and mine.
Tra. Why then the maid is mine from all the world,
By your firm promife; Gremio is out-vied.

Bap. I must confefs your offer is the beft;
And let your father make her the affurance,
She is your own, elfe you must pardon me :
If you fhould die before him, where's her dower ?
Tra. That's but a cavil; he is old, I young.
Gre. And may not young men die as well as old?
Bap. Well, gentlemen, then I am thus refolv'd:
On Sunday next, you know, my daughter Catharine
Is to be married: now on Sunday following
Bianca fhall be bride to you, if you

Th' affurance make; if not, to Signior Gremio:
And fo I take my leave, and thank you both.

[Exit.

Gre. Adieu, good neighbour. Now I fear thee not;

Sirrab, young gamefter, your father were a fool

To give thee all; and in his waining age
Set foot under thy table: tut! a toy!
An old Italian fox is not fo kind, my boy.
Tra. A vengeance on your crafty wither'd hide!
Yet I have fac'd it with a card of ten:
'Tis in my head to do my mafter good:
I fee no reafon but fuppos'd Lucentio
May get a father, call'd fappos'd Vincentio
And that's a wonder: fathers commonly
Do get their children; but in this cafe
Of wooing, a child hl get a fire, if
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[Sly fpeaks to one of the Servants.

Sly. Sim, when will the fool come again?
Sim. Anon, my Lord.

Sly. Give's fome more drink bere

fter? here, Sim, eat fome of these things. Sim. So I do, my Lord.

Sly. Here, Sim, I drink to thee.

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ACT III.

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SCENE I.

Continues in Padua.

Enter Lucentio, Hortenfio, and Bianca. IDLER, forbear; you grow too forward, Sir: Have you fo foon forgot the entertainment Her fifter Catharine welcom'd you withal?

Hor. But, wrangling pedant, know this lady is
The patronefs of heavenly harmony;
Then give me leave to have prerogative;
And when in mufick we have fpent an hour,
Your lecture fhall have leifure for as much.

Luc. Prepofterous afs! that never read fo far
To know the cause why mufick was ordain'd:
Was it not to refresh the mind of man
After his ftudies, or his ufual pain?
Then give me leave to read philofophy,
And while I pause, ferve in your harmony.

Hor. Sirrah, I will not bear thefe braves of thine.
Bian. Why, gentlemen, you do me double wrong,
To ftrive for that which refteth in my choice:
I am no breeching scholar in the schools;
I'll not be tied to hours, nor 'pointed times,
But learn my leffons as I please my felf;
And to cut off all ftrife, here fit we down,
Take you your inftrument, ftay you a while,
His lecture will be done ere you have tun'd.
Hor. You'll leave his lecture when I am in tune?
[Hortenfio retires,
Luc. That will be never: tune your inftrument.
Bian, Where left we laft?

-Luc

Luc. Here, Madam: Hic ibat Simois, bic eft Sigeia tellus, Hic fteterat Priami regia celfa fenis.

Bian. Conftrue them.

Luc. Hic ibat, as I told you before, Simois, I am Lucentio, bic eft, fon unto Vincentio of Pifa, Sigeia tellus, disguised thus to get your love, bic 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 Pantaloon.

Hor. Madam, my inftrument's in tune.

Bian. Let's hear. O fie, the treble jars.

Luc. Spit in the hole, man, and tune again.

[Returning.

Bian. Now let me fee if I can conftrue it: Hic ibat Si mois, I know you not, bic eft Sigeia tellus, I truft you not, bic fteterat Priami, take heed he hear us not, regia, prefume not, celfa fenis, despair not.

Hor. Madam, 'tis now in tune.

Luc. All but the bafe.

Hor. The bafe is right, 'tis the base knave that jars. How fiery and how froward is our pedant!

Now, for my life, that knave doth court my love;
Pedafcule, I'll watch you better yet.

Bian. In time I may believe; yet I mistrust.

Luc. Mistrust it not, for fure

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Was Ajax, call'd fo from his grandfather.

Bian, I must believe my mafter, elle I promise you, 1.fhould be arguing ftill upon that doubt;

But let it reft. Now, Licio, to you:

Good mafters, take it not unkindly, pray,

That I have been thus pleasant with you both.

Hor. You may go walk, and give me leave a while; My leffons make no mufick in three parts.

Luc. Are you fo formal, Sir? well, I must wait, And watch withal; for, but I be deceiv'd,

Our fine mufician groweth amorous.

[Luc. retires.

Hor. Madam, before you touch the inftrument,
To learn the order of my fingering,
I must begin with rudiments of art,
To teach you Gamut in a briefer fort,
More pleafant, pithy, and effectual,

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