Luc. [aside to Tra.] But in the other's silence do I see Maid's mild behaviour and sobriety. Peace, Tranio! Tra. [aside to Luc.] Well said, master; mum! and gaze your fill. Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soon make good For I will love thec ne'er the less, my girl. Put finger in the eye,* An she knew why. Bian. Sister, content you in my discontent. Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe: My books and instruments shall be my company, On them to look, and practise by myself. Luc. [aside to Tra.] Hark, Tranio! thou mayst hear Minerva speak. Hor. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange? Sorry am I that our good will effects Bianca's grief. Gre. Why, will you mew her up, Signior Baptista, for this fiend of hell, And make her bear the penance of her tongue? Bap. Gentlemen, content ye;(29) I am resolv'd: Go in, Bianca : And for I know she taketh most delight To mine own children in good bringing-up: [Exit Bianca. Kath. Why, and I trust I may go too, may I not? What, shall I be appointed hours; as though, belike, [Exit. *Put finger in the eye, &c.] A quotation from some song, or ballad, or nursery rhyme. 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's none will hold you.-Our love(30) is not so great, Hortensio, but we may blow our nails together, and fast it fairly out our cake's dough on both sides. Farewell :-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 yet never brooked 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, sir, to get a husband for her sister. Gre. A husband! a devil. Hor. I say, a husband. Gre. I say, a devil. Thinkest 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 faults and money enough. Gre. I cannot tell; but I had as lief take her dowry with this condition, to be whipped at the high-cross every morning. Hor. Faith, as you say, there's small choice in rotten apples. But, come; since this bar in law makes us friends, it shall be so far forth friendly maintained, till by helping Baptista's eldest daughter to a husband, we set his youngest free for a husband, and then have to't afresh.-Sweet Bianca! -Happy man be his dole! He that runs fastest gets the ring. How say you, Signior Gremio? Gre. I am agreed: and would I had given him the best horse in Padua to begin his wooing, that would thoroughly woo her, wed her, and bed her, and rid the house of her! Come on. [Exeunt Gremio and Hortensio. Tra. I pray, sir, tell me,—is it possible That love should of a sudden take such hold? Luc. O Tranio, till I found it to be true, I never thought it possible or likely; Tra. Master, it is no time to chide you now; If love have touch'd you, naught remains but so,— Luc. Gramercies, lad; go forward; this contents: Tra. Master, you look'd so longly on the maid, Perhaps you mark'd not what's the pith of all. Luc. O, yes, I saw sweet beauty in her face, Such as the daughter of Agenor had,(31) That made great Jove to humble him to her hand, When with his knees he kiss'd the Cretan strand. Tra. Saw you no more? mark'd you not how her sister Began to scold, and raise up such a storm, That mortal ears might hardly endure (32) the din? And with her breath she did perfume the air: Tra. Nay, then, 'tis time to stir him from his trance.I pray, awake, sir: if you love the maid, Bend thoughts and wits (33) t' achieve her. Thus it stands :- That, till the father rid his hands of her, * Redime te captum quam queas minimo] From Terence; But the poet gave the passage as he found it in Lily's Grammar. Luc. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel father's he! Tra. Master, for my hand, Both our inventions meet and jump in one. Luc. Tell me thine first. Tra. You will be schoolmaster, And undertake the teaching of the maid: That's your device. Luc. It is may it be done? Tra. Not possible; for who shall bear your part, Keep house, and ply his book; welcome his friends; Luc. Basta; content thee; for I have it full. [They exchange habits. In brief, sir, sithence(36) it your pleasure is, And I am tied to be obedient, For so your father charg'd me at our parting; Because so well I love Lucentio. Luc. Tranio, be so, because Lucentio loves : my wounded eye. Enter BIONDELLO. Sirrah, where have you been? Bion. Where have I been! Nay, how now! where are you? Master, has my fellow Tranio stol'n your clothes? Or you stol'n his? or both? pray, what's the news? Bion. life: Ay, sir.-[Aside] Ne'er a whit. Luc. And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth: Tranio is chang'd into Lucentio. Bion. The better for him: would I were so too! Tra. So would(37) I, faith, boy, to have the next wish after, That Lucentio indeed had Baptista's youngest daughter. But, sirrah,—not for my sake, but your master's,-I advise You use your manners discreetly in all kind of companies : When I am alone, why, then I am Tranio; But in all places else, your(37) master Lucentio. Luc. Tranio, let's go : One thing more rests, that thyself execute, To make one among these wooers: if thou ask me why,— [Exeunt. First Serv. My lord, you nod; you do not mind the play. Sly. Yes, by Saint Anne, do I. A good matter, surely: comes there any more of it? Page. My lord, 'tis but begun. Sly. 'Tis a very excellent piece of work, madam lady: would 'twere done! |