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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. Mel. Your honour's players, hearing your amendment, Are come to play a pleasant comedy, For so your doctors hold it very meet; Seeing too much sadness hath congeal'd your blood, And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy, Therefore, they thought it good you hear a play, And frame your mind to mirth and merriment, , Which bars a thousand harms, and lengthens life.
Sly. Marry, I will ; let them play it: Is not a commonty a Christmas gambol, or a tumbling trick.
Lady. No, my good lord ; it is more pleasing stuff.
Sly. Well, we'll see't : Come, madam wife, sit by my side, and let the world nip; we shall ne'er be younger.
A Street in Padua.
Flourish. Enter Lucentio, and his man Tranio,
With his good will, and thy good company,
Tra. 'Mi perdonate, gentle master mine,
© Vincentio's fon, i. e. Lucentio.
The mathematicks, and the metaphysicks,
Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou advise.
Tra. Mafter, some show, to welcome us to town.
Hortenfio. Lucentio and Tranio stand by.
Gre. To cart her rather : She's too rough for me:
Kath. I pray you, fir, is it your will To make a stale of me amongst these mates ? Hor. Mates, maid! how mean you that? no mates for
you, Unless you were of gentler, milder mould.
Kath. I'faith, sir, you shall never need to fear ; I-wis, it is not half way to her heart : But, if it were, doube 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 such devils, good Lord, deliver me!
Gre. And me too, good Lord !
Tra. Hush, master! here is some good pastime toward ; That wench is stark mad, or wonderful froward.
Luc. But in the other's silence I do fee Maid's mild behaviour and fobriety. Peace, Tranio.
Tra. Well said, master ; mum! and gaze your fill.
Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soon make good
Kath. A pretty "peat ! 'tis best
Gre. Why, will you mew her up,
Bap. Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolv'd :-
[Exit Bianca. And for I know, she taketh most delight In musick, instruments, and poetry, Schoolmasters will I keep within my house, Fit to instruct her youth.—If you, Hortenfio, Or signior Gremio, you-know any such,
peat !]-cade, darling ; pet, pettish thing. /trange?]--unreasonable.
Prefer them hither; for to cunning men
Katb. 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 so great, Hortensio, but we may blow our nails together, and fast it fairly out; our cake's dough on both sides. 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, signior 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
Gre. I say, a devil : Think'st thou, Hortensio, 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)-Baptifta's in admitting, and Bianca's in encouraging qur addresses. Our.