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Enter a Melenger.
Mef. Your Honour's players, hearing your amendment, Are come to play a pleasant comedy ; For so your doctors hold it very meet, Seeing too much sadness hath congeald 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 Com, modity ? a Christmas gambol, or a tumbling trick ?
Lady. No, my good Lord, it is more pleasing stuff.
Sly. Well, we'll fee't: come, Madamy wife, fit by my fide, and let the world slip, we shall ne'er be younger.
The TAMING of the SHRE W.
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SCENE, a Street in PADUA,
Flourih. Enter Lucentio and Tranio.
To see fair Padua, nursery of arts,
And, by my father's love and leave, am arm'd
(6) I am arriv'd for fruitful Lombardy,] Though all the Ime pressions concur in this, I take it to be a Blunder of the Editors, and not of the Author. Padua is not in Lombardy ; but Pisa, from which Lucentio comes, is really in those Territories.
Vincentio his son, brought up in Florence,
Tra. Me pardonato, gentle mafter mine,
Luc. Gramercies, Tranio, well doit chou advise ;
Tra. Master, some fhow to welcome us to town.
Hortenfio. Lucentio and Tranio stand by.
That is, not to bestow my youngest daughter,
Gre. To cart her rather. She's too rough for me :
Cath. I pray you, Sir, is it your will
Hor. Mates,maid, how mean you that? no mates for you;
Cath. I'faith, Sir, you shall never need to fear,
Hor. From all such devils, good Lord, deliver us.
Luc. But in the other's silence I do fee Maid's mild behaviour and fobriety. Peace, Tranio.
Tra. Well said, master; mum! and gaze your fill.
Bap. Gentlemen, that I may foon 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.
Gre. Why will you mew her up,
Bap. Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolv’d:
Exit Bianca And for I know, she taketh most delight In mufick, inftruments, and poetry; School-masters will I keep within my house, Fit to instruct her youth. If you, Hortenfio, Or Signior Gremio, you, know any such, 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 too, may I not? what, thall I be appointed hours, as tho', belike, 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 is none will hold you. Our love is not so great, Hortenfio, but we may blow our nails together, and fast it fairly out. Our cake's dough on both sides. 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 prayi 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 onc thing 'specially
Gre. What's that, I pray ?
Gre. I say, a devil. Think'st thou, Hortenfio, tho her father be very rich, any man is so very a fool to be married to hell?