1 Kath. I pray you, sir, [To BAP.] 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; But if it were, doubt not her care should be Hor. From all such devils, good Lord deliver us! Tra. Hush, master! here is some good pastime toward; That wench is stark mad, or wonderful froward. Maid's mild behavior and sobriety. Tra. Well said, master; mum! and gaze your fill. Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soon make good What I have said,-Bianca, get you in: And let it not displease thee, good Bianca; Put finger in the eye,-an she knew why. Bian. Sister, content you in my discontent- My books, and instruments, shall be my company; Luc. Hark, Tranio! thou mayst hear Minerva speak. [Aside. Hor. Seignior Baptista, will you be so strange? Sorry am I that our good will effects Bianca's grief. Gre. Why, will you mew her up, And make her bear the penance of her tongue? And for I know she taketh most delight To mine own children in good bringing up; [Exit. Kath. 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 gifts3 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. 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, seignior 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 labor and effect one thing 'specially. Gre. What's that, I pray! Hor. Marry, sir, to get a husband for her sister Hor. I say, a husband. Gre. I say, a devil. Think'st thou, Hortensio, 1 Recommend. 2 Cunning had not yet lost its original signification of knowing, learned, as may be observed in the translation of the Bible. 3. Endowments. 4 It seems that we should read-Your love. yr. in old writing stood for either their or your. If their love be right, it must mean--the good will of Baptista and Bianca towards us. 5 i. e. I will recommend him. 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, seignior Gremio? Gre. I am agreed; and 'would I had given him the best horse in Padua to begin his wooing, that would horoughly woo her, wed her, and bed her, and rid the nouse of her. Come on. Exeunt GREMIO and HORTENSIO. Tra. [Advancing.] I pray, sir, tell me,-Is it pos sible 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 ; The allusion robably to the sport of running at the ring, or some similar game. VOL. II. 59 Tra. Master, it is no time to chide you now; Affection is not rated' from the heart: If love have touched you, nought remains but so,— Luc. Gramercies, lad; go forward: this contents; The rest will comfort, for thy counsel's sound. Tra. Master, you looked so longly3 on the maid, That made great Jove to humble him to her hand, Began to scold, and raise up such a storm, I Tra. Nay, then, 'tis time to stir him from his trance. pray, awake, sir; if you love the maid, Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her. stands: Her elder sister is so curst and shrewd, Thus it Luc. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel father's he! But art thou not advised, he took some care To get her cunning schoolmasters to instruct her? Tra. Ay, marry, am I, sir; and now 'tis plotted. Luc. I have it, Tranio. Tra. Master, for my hand, Both our inventions meet and jump in one. 1 Is not driven out by chiding. 2 This line is quoted as it appears in Lilly's Grammar, and not as it is in Terence. See Farmer's Essay on the Learning of Shakspeare. 3 Longingly. 4 Europa.. It is. May it be done? Tra. Not possible. For who shall bear your part, And be in Padua here Vincentio's son? Keep house, and ply his book; welcome his friends; Visit his countrymen, and banquet them? 1 Luc. Basta; content thee, for I have it full. [They exchange habits. In brief then, sir, sith it your pleasure is, And I am tied to be obedient, (For so your father charged me at our parting; Although, I think, 'twas in another sense ;) Because so well I love Lucentio. Luc. Tranio, be so, because Lucentio loves; And let me be a slave, to achieve that maid, Whose sudden sight hath thralled my wounded eye. Enter BIONDello. Here comes the rogue.—Sirrah, where have you been? Bion. Where have I been? Nay, how now? where are you? 1 It is enough (Ital.). 2 Port is figure, show, appearance. 3 Since. |