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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
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.
Enter a Mesenger.
Mell. Your Honour's players, hearing your amendAre come to play a pleasant comedy;
(ment, For so
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. Well, we'll see't: come, Madam wife, sit by my side, and let the world lip, we shall ne'er be younger,
The TAMING of the SHR EW.
A C I 1. SC EN E I.
A ftreet in Padua.
To see fair Padua, nursery of arts,
The pleasant garden of great Italy;
Tra. Me pardonato, gentle mafter mine,
As Ovid be an outcast quite abjur'd.
Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well doft thou advise :
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,
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
Hor. Mates, maid, how mean you that? no mates
Unless you were of gentler, milder mould.
Caih. I' faith, Sir, you shall never need to fear,
Hor, From all such devils, good Lord, deliver us.
Tra. Hush, Mafter, here's some good paftime
Tra. Well said, Master; mum ! and gaze
Bap. Gentlemen, that I may soon make good
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.
I am resolu'd :
[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?
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.