But I would be loth to fall into my dreams again; I will therefore tarry, in despight of the flesh and the blood. Enter a Messenger. Meff. Your honour's players, hearing your amendment, Are come to play a pleasant comedy, Seeing too much fadness hath congeal'd your blood, Therefore, they thought it good you hear a play, monty a Christmas gambol, or a tumbling trick. h Lady. No, my good lord; it is more pleasing stuff. Sly. What, houshold stuff? Lady. It is a kind of history. Sly. Well, we'll fee't: Come, madam wife, sit by my fide, and let the world flip; we shall ne'er be younger. ACT I. SCENE I. A Street in Padua. Flourish. Enter Lucentio, and his man Tranio. Luc. Tranio, fince-for the great defire I had To fee fair Padua, nursery of arts, I am arriv'd in fruitful Lombardy, The pleasant garden of great Italy; And, by my father's love and leave, am arm'd commodity-comedy. With his good will, and thy good company, • Vincentio his fon, brought up in Florence, Tra. Mi perdonate, gentle master mine, • Vincentio's fon, i. e. Lucentio. checks. & ferve]-answer, fulfil. * Me pardonato. The ー ! The mathematicks, and the metaphysicks, In brief, sir, study what you most affect. Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou advise. If, Biondello, thou wert come afhore, We could at once put us in readiness; Tra. Master, fome show, to welcome us to town. Enter Baptista, with Katharina and Bianca. Gremio and Bap. Gentlemen, importune me no farther, There, there, Hortenfio, will you any wife? Hor. Mates, maid! how mean you that? no mates for you, Unless you were of gentler, milder mould. Kath. I'faith, fir, 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 fuch devils, good Lord, deliver me! Gre. : Gre. And me too, good Lord! Tra. Hush, master! here is some good pastime toward; That wench is stark mad, or wonderful froward. Maid's mild behaviour and fobriety. Peace, Tranio. Tra. Well faid, master; mum! and gaze your fill. What I have faid-Bianca, get you in: h Put finger in the eye,-an she knew why. Bian. Sifter, content you in my discontent. Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe : On them to look, and practise by myself. Luc. Hark, Tranio! thou may'st hear Minerva fpeak. [Afide. Hor. Signior Baptifta, will you be so strange? Sorry am I, that our good will effects Gre. Why, will you mew her up, Go in, Bianca. And for I know, she taketh most delight [Exit Bianca. Schoolmasters will I keep within my house, hpeat!]-cade, darling; pet, pettish thing. Prefer Prefer them hither; for to cunning men To mine own children in good bringing-up; [Exit. Kath. Why, and, I trust, I may go too, May I not? What, shall 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 so good, here is none will hold you. 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 sweet Bianca, if I can by any means light on a fit man, to teach her that wherein she delights, I will wish 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 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 fir, to get a husband for her fister. Hor. I say, a husband. Gre. I say, a devil: Think'st thou, Hortenfio, though her father be very rich, any man is so very a fool to be married to hell? Hor. Tush, 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]-Baptista's in admitting, and Bianca's in encouraging our addresses. Our. Gre. |