Enter Baptifta with Catharina and Bianca, Gremio. and Hortenfio. Lucentio and Tranio ftand by. Bap. Gentlemen both, importune me no farther, If either of you both love Catharina, 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. Cath. I'faith, Sir, you fhall never need to fear, But if it were, doubt not, her care shall be Hor. From all fuch devils, good Lord, deliver us. Tra. Hufh, mafter, here's fome good paftime? toward; That wench is ftark mad, or wonderful fro ward. Luc. But in the other's filence I do fee Maid's mild behaviour and fobriety. Peace, Tranio. Tra. Well faid, master; mum! and gaze your fill. Bap. Gentlemen, that I may foon make good What I have faid, Bianca, get you in; afide, VOL. III. And let it not displease thee, good Bianca ; Cath. A pretty Peat! it is beft put finger in the eye, an fhe knew why. Bian. Sifter, content you in my discontent. Luc. Hark, Tranio, thou may't hear Minerva fpeak. [afide. Hor. Signior Baptifta, will you be fo* ftrange? Sorry am I, that our good will effects Bianca's grief. Gre. Why will you mew her up, ? [Exit Bianca, To mine own children, in good bringing up; [Exit. Cath. Why, and, I trust, I may go too, may I not? what, fhall I be appointed hours, as tho', belike, I knew not what to take, and what to leave? ha! [Exit. 3 A pretty Peat.] Peat or Pet is a word of endearment from petit, little, as if it meant pretty little thing. So ftrange.] That is, fo odd, fo different from others in your conduct. + Cunning men.] Cunning had not yet lost its original fignification of knowing, learned, as may be obferved in the translation of the Bible. SCENE Gre. You may go to the devil's dam. Your gifts are fo good, here is none will hold you. Our 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 tweet 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, Signior Gremio; but a word, I pray; tho' 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, Sir, to get a husband for her fifter. Hor. I fay, a husband. Gre. I fay, a devil. Think'ft thou, Hortenfio, tho' her father be very rich, any man is so very a fool to be married to hell? Hor. Tufh, Gremio; tho' it pafs your patience and mine to endure her loud alarms, why, man, there be good fellows in the world, an' a man could light on them, would take her with all her faults, and mony enough. Gre. I cannot tell; but I had as lief take her dowry with this condition, to be whip'd at the high crofs every morning. Hor. 'Faith, as you fay, there's a fmall choice in rotten apples. But, come, fince this bar in law inakes us friends, it fhall be fo far forth friendly maintain❜d, 'till by helping Baptifta's eldest daughter to a husband, we fet 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 fay you, Signior Gremio ? Gre. I am agreed; and would I had given him the best horfe in Padua to begin his wooing, that would throughly woo her, wed her, and bed her, and rid the houfe of her. Come on. [Exeunt Gremio and Hortenfio. SCENE IV. Manent Tranio and Lucentio. Tra. I pray, Sir, tell me, is it poffible Tra. Mafter, it is no time to chide you now; If love hath touch'd you, nought remains but fo, 4 * Redime te captum quàm queas minimô. Luc. Gramercy, lad; go forward, this contents; The reft will comfort, for thy counsel's found. Tra. Mafter, you look'd fo longly on the maid, If Love hath TOUCH'D you, nought remains but fo,] The next line from Terence, fhews that we should read, If Love hath TOYL'D you,— i. e. taken you in his toils, his nets.. Alluding to the captus efl, babet, of the fame Author. WARBURTON. * Our author had this line from Lilly, which I mention, that it may not be brought as an argument of his learning. Per Perhaps, you mark'd not what's the pith of all. That made great Jove to humble him to her hand, Tra. Saw you no more? mark'd you not, how her fifter Began to fcold, and raise up such a storm, Tra. Nay, then 'tis time to ftir him from his trance, I pray, awake, Sir; if you love the maid, Bend thoughts and wit t'atchieve her. Thus it ftands; That till the Father rids his hands of her, To get her cunning fchool-mafters t' inftruct her? Tra. Mafter, for my hand, Both our inventions meet and jump in one. Luc. Tell me thine first. Tra. You will be school-mafter, And undertake the teaching of the maid : That's your device. Luc. It is may it be done? Tra. Not poffible: for who fhall bear your part, And be in Padua here Vincentio's fon, Keep houfe, and ply his book, welcome his friends, Vifit his countrymen, and banquet them? Luc. Bafta;-content thee; for I have it full, We have not yet been seen in any house, C 3 Nor |