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We will have rings, and things, and fine array;
[Exit Petruchio, and Katharine feverally. Gre. Was ever match clap'd up so suddenly ?
Bap. Faith, gentlemen, now I play a merchant's part, And venture madly on a desperate mart.
Tra. 'Twas a commodity lay fretting by you ; 'Twill bring you gain, or perish on the seas.
Bap. The gain I seek isquiet in the match,
Gre. No doubt, but he hath got a quiet catch,
Tra. And I am one, that love Bianca more
Gre. Youngling! thou canst not love so dear as I.
Gre. But thine doth * fry.
Tra. But youth, in ladies' eyes that flourisheth.
Gre. First, as you know, my house within the city
we will be married,
* fry.]-hisses like green wood.
Costly apparel, tents, and canopies,
Tra. That, only, came well in-Sir, lift to me;
Gre. Two thousand ducats by the year, of land !
Tra. Gremio, 'tis known, my father hath no less
Gre. Nay, I have offer'd all, I have no more ;
Tra. Why, then the maid is mine from all the world,
By your firm promise ; Gremio is out-vied.
Bap. I must confess, your offer is the best;
should die before him, where's her dower ?
Bap. Well, gentlemen,
not, to signior Gremio:
both. [Exit, Gre. Adieu, good neighbour.–Now I fear thee not; Sirrah, young gamester, 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 so kind, my boy. [Exit.
Tra. A vengeance on your crafty withered hide !
master good :I see no reason, but suppos'd Lucentio Must
get a father, callid-suppos'd Vincentio; And that's a wonder : fathers, commonly, Do
get their children ; but, in this case of wooing, A child shall get a sire, if I fail not of my "doing. (Exit.
A CT III.
Hor. But, wrangling pedant, this is
Luc. Preposterous ass! that never read so far
Hor. Sirrah, I will not bear these braves of thine.
Bian. Why, gentlemen, you do me double wrong, To strive for that which refteth in my choice : I am 'no breeching scholar in the schools ; I'll not be ty'd to hours, nor 'pointed times, But learn my lessons as I please myself. And, to cut off all strife, here sit we down :Take you your instrument, play yoụ the whiles ; His lecture will be done, ere you have tun'd.
Hor. You'll leave his lecture, when I am in tune?
Luc. That will be never ;-tune your instrument.
i nọ breeching Scholar]-not subject to correction,
Bian. Where left we last ?
Luc. Here, madam :
Hic steterat Priami regia celsa senis.
Luc. Hac ibat, as I told you before, Simois, I am Lucentio,-bic eft, fon unto Vincentio of Pisa,-Sigeia tellus, disguised thus to get your love ;--Hic fteterat, and that Lucentio that comes a wooing,—Priami, is my man Tranio,-regia, bearing my port,-celsa senis, that we might beguile the old 'pantaloon.
Hor. Madam, my instrument's in tune. [Returning
Bian. Now let me see if I can construe it: Hac ibat Simois, I know you not ;-bic est Sigeia tellus, I trust you not ;—Hic fteterat Priami, take heed he hear us not ; regia, presume not ;-celsa senis, despair not.
Hor. Madam, 'tis now in tune.
Hor. The base is right ; 'tis the base knave that jars.
Luc. Mistrust it not; for, sure, Æacides Was Ajax,—call’d so from his grandfather.
Bian. I must believe my master ; else, I promise you, I should be arguing still upon that doubt : But let it rest.-Now, Licio, to you :Good masters, take it not unkindly, pray, That I have been thus pleasant with you
both. pantaloon.]-old cully in the Italian farces. Pedafcule,)--Pedagogue.