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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.
Meff. Your honour's players, hearing your amendment, Are come to play a pleasant comedy,
For fo your doctors hold it very meet;
Sly. Marry, I will; let them play it: Is not a
Lady. It is a kind of history.
Sly. Well, we'll fee't: Come, madam wife, fit by my fide, and let the world flip; we fhall 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,
With his good will, and thy good company,
Gave me my being, and my father first,
A merchant of great traffick through the world,
brought up in Florence,
• Vincentio his fon,
Tra. 'Mi perdonate, gentle master mine,
e Vincentio's fun, i. e. Lucentio. apply,]-ply, pursue,
dserve]-answer, fulfil. Me pardonato.
The mathematicks, and the metaphyficks,
Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well doft thou advise.
We could at once put us in readiness ;
Tra. Mafter, fome show, to welcome us to town.
Enter Baptifta, with Katharina and Bianca. Gremio and Hortenfio. Lucentio and Tranio ftand by.
Bap. Gentlemen, importune me no farther,
Gre. To cart her rather: She's too rough for me:
Kath. I pray you, fir, is it your will
Hor. Mates, maid! how mean you that? no mates for
you were of gentler, milder mould.
Hor. From all fuch devils, good Lord, deliver me!
Gre. And me too, good Lord!
Tra. Hush, mafter! here is fome good paftime toward; That wench is stark mad, or wonderful froward.
Luc. But in the other's filence I do fee
Maid's mild behaviour and fobriety.
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;
Put finger in the eye,-an she knew why.
Bian. Sifter, content you in my difcontent.-
Luc. Hark, Tranio! thou may'ft hear Minerva speak.
Hor. Signior Baptifta, will you be fo' strange?
Gre. Why, will you mew her up,
And make her bear the penance of her tongue?
And for I know, fhe taketh moft delight
peat!]-cade, darling; pet, pettish thing.
Prefer them hither; for to cunning men
To mine own children in good bringing-up;
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. Their love is not fo great, Hortenfio, but we may blow our nails together, and faft 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 the 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 miftrefs, 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 fifter.
Gre. A husband! 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 so 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.