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Madam, undress you, and come now to bed. Sim, drink to her,

Lady. Thrice-noble Lord, let me intreat of you
To pardon me yet for a night or two ;
Or, if not so, until the sun be set;
For your physicians have expressly charg'd,
In peril to incur your former malady,
That I should yet absent me from your bed;
I hope this reason stands for my excuse.

siy. Ay, it stands fo, that I may hardly tarry so long; but I would be loth to fall into my dream again. I will therefore tarry in despight of the flesh and the blood.

SCENE. VI.

Enter a Mesenger.

Mell. Your Honour's players, hearing your amendAre come to play a pleasant comedy;

(ment, For so

your

Doctors hold it very meet, Seeing too much fadness hath congeal'd your blood; And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy. Therefore they thought it good you hear a play, And frame your mind to mirth and merriment; Which bars a thousand harms, and lengthens life.

Sly Marry, I will; let them play ; is it not a commodity ? a Christmas gambol, or a tumbling trick ?

Lady. No, my good Lord, it is more plealing stuff,
Sly. What, houíhold stuff?
Lady. It is a kind of history.

Sly. Well, we'll see't: come, Madam wife, sit by my side, and let the world lip, we shall ne'er be younger,

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A C I 1. SC EN E I.

A ftreet in Padua.
Flourish. Enter Lucentio and Tranio.
Luc. Ranio, since for the great desire I had

To see fair Padua, nursery of arts,
I am arriv'd from fruitful Lombardy,

The pleasant garden of great Italy;
And, by my father's love and leave, am arm’d
With his good-will, and thy good company :
Most trusty servant, well approv'd in all,
Here let us breathe, and happily inititute
A course of learning, and ingenious studies.
Pisa, renowned for grave citizens,
Cave me my being; and my father first,
A merchant of great traffic through the world:
Vinceptio's come of the Bentivolii,
Vincentio his son, brought up in Florence,
It shall become to serve all hopes conceiv’d,
To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds :
And therefore, Tranio, for the time I ftudy,
To virtue and that part of philosophy
Will I apply, that treats of happiness
By virtue fpecially to be atchiev'd.
Tell me thy mind, for I have Pisa left,
And am to Padua come, as he that leaves
A fhallow plash, to plunge him in the deep,
And with satiety seeks to quench his thirit.

Tra. Me pardonato, gentle mafter mine,
I am in all affected as yourself :
Glad that you thus continue your resolve,
To fuck the sweets of sweet philofophy :
Only, good master, while we do admire
This virtue, and this moral discipline,
Let's be no Stoics, nor no stocks, I pray;
Or so devote to Aristotle's checks,

As Ovid be an outcast quite abjur'd.
Talk logic with acquaintance that you have,
And practise rhetoric in your common talk;
Music and poesy use to quicken you ;
The mathematics, and the metaphysics,
Fall to them, as you find your stomach serves you.
No profit grows, where is no pleasure ta'en :
In brief, Sir, study what you most affedt.

Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well doft thou advise :
If, Biondello, thou wert come alhore,
We could at once put us in readiness ;
And take a lodging fit to entertain
Such friends, as time in Padua shall beget,
But stay a while, what company is this?

Tra. Master, some show to welcome us to town.

Sc Ε Ν Ε 11.

Enter Baptista, with Catharina and Bianca, Gremio

and Hortensio.. Lucentio and Tranio siand by.

Bap. Gentlemen both, importune me no farther,
For how I firmly am resolv’d, you know ;
That is, not to bestow my youngest daughter,
Before I have a husband for the elder:
If either of you both love Catharina,
Because I know you well, and love you well,
Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure.

Gre. To cart her rather.-She's too rough for me : There, there, Hortenfio, will you any wife?

Cath. I pray you, Sir, is it your will
To make a stale of me amongst these mates?

Hor. Mates, maid, how mean you that? no mates

for you;

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Unless you were of gentler, milder mould.

Caih. I' faith, Sir, you shall never need to fear,
I wis, it is not half way to her heart :
But if it were, doubt not, her care fhall be
To comb your noddle with a three-legg'd ftool,
And paint your face; and use you like a fool.

Hor, From all such devils, good Lord, deliver us.
Gre. And me 100, good Lord,

Tra. Hush, Mafter, here's some good paftime

toward;
That wench is stark mad, or wonderful fro-

"ward.
Luc. But in the other's silence I do fee
Maid's mild behaviour and sobriety.
Peace, Tranio.

Tra. Well said, Master; mum ! and gaze

Ifide.

your fill,

my girl.

Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soon make good
What I have said, Bianca, get you in;
And let it not displease thee, good Bianca;
For I will love thee ne'er the less,

Cath. A pretty peat ! it is best put finger in the eye, an she knew why. Bian. Sifter, content you in my

discontent. Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe: My books and inftruments shall be my company, On them to look, and practise by myself. Luc. Hark, Tranio, thou may'st hear Minerva speak.

[Afide.
Hor. Signior Baptifta, will you be so strange !
Sorry am I, that our good will effects
Bianca's grief.
Gre. Why will

up,
Signior Baptifta, for this fiend of hell,
And make her bear the penance of her tongue ?
Bap. Gentlemen, content ye ;

I am resolu'd :
Go in, Bianca.

[Exit Bianca. And for I know, she taketh most delight In music, inftruments, and poetry ; Schoolmasters will I keep within my

house, Fit to inftru&t her youth. If you, Hortensio, Or Signior Gremio, you, know any fuch, Prefer them hither : for to cunning men I will be very kind; and liberal To mine own children, in good bringing up ; And so farewel. Catharina, you may stay, For I have more to commune with Bianca. Exit.

Cath. Why, and, I trust, I may go roo, may I not? What, shall I be appointed hours, as tho', belike, I

you mew her

knew not what to take, and what to leave ? ha !

[Exit. S CE N E III. Gre. You may go to the devil's dam : your gifts are so good, here is none will hold you. Our love is not so great, Hortensio, but we may blow our nails together, and fast it fairly out. Our cake's dow 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, 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 sister.
Gre. A husband ! a devil.
Hor. I say, a husband.

Gre. I say, a devil. Think’ft thou, Hortensio, tho' her father be very rich, any man is so very a fool to be married to hell ?

Hor. Tush, Gremio ; tho' it pass 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 money enough.

Gre. I cannot tell; but I had as lief take her dowry with this condition, to be whipp'd at the high-cross every morning.

Hor. 'Faith, as you say, there's a small choice in rotten apples. But, come, since this bar in law makes us friends, it shall be so far forth friendly maintain'd, 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 Vol. II.

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