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If the and I be pleas'd, what's that to you?
That in a twink The won me to her love.
Bap. I know not what to say, but give your hands :
Gre. Tra. Amen, say we; we will be witnesses.
Pet. Father, and wife, and gentlemen, adieu ;
[Exe. Petruchio, and Catharine jeverall). Gre. Was ever match clapt up so suddenly?
Bap. Faith, gentlemen, I play a merchaat's part; And venture madly on a desperate mart.
Tra. "Twas a commodity lay fretting by you; 'Twill bring you gain, or perish on the feas.
Bap. The gain I seek is quiet in the match.
Gre. No doubt, but he hath got a quiet catch :
Tra.. And I am one, that love Bianca more
Gre. Youngling! thou canst not love so deur as I.
Gre. But thine doth fry.
Tra. But youth, in ladies eyes that flourishech,
Bap. Content you,' entlemen, Iwillcompound this ftrife;
Gre. First, as you know, my house within the city
Tra. That only came well in. --Sir, lift to me;
My (14) Gre. 'Two thousand ducats by the year of land !
My land amounts not to fo much in all:
That she fall bave, and] Though all the copies concur in this reading, surely, if we examine the reasoning, something will be found wrong. Gremio is startled at the high settlement. Tranio proposes, says, his whole estate in land can't match it, yet he'll settle so much a year upon her, &c. This is mock-reasoning, or I don't know what to call it. The change of the
My land amounts but to so much in all :
Tra. Gremio, 'tis known, my father hath no less
Gre. Nay, I have offer'd all; I have no more ;
Tra. Why, then the maid is mine from all the world, By your firm promise; Gremio is out-vied.
Bap. I must confess, your offer is the best ; And let your father make her the assurance, She is your own, else you must pardon me: If
you should die before him, where's her dower? Tra. That's but a cavil; he is old, I young: Gre. And may not young men die, as well as old } .
Bap. Well, gentlemen, then I am thus resoly’d: On Sunday next, you know, My daughter Catharine is to be married: Now on the Sunday following Mall Bianca Be bride to you, if you make this assurance; If not, to Signior Gremio : And so I take my leave, and thank you both. [Exit. Gre. Adieu, good neighbour.- Now I fear thee not: Gamefter, your
father were a fool To give thee all; and in his waining age Set foot under thy table: tut! a toy ! An old Italian fox is not so kind, my boy. [Exit. Tra. A vengeance on your crafty wither'd hide !
) negative monosyllable in the second line, which Mr. Warburton prescrib’d, salves the absurdity, and sets the passage right. Gremio and Tranio are vying in their offers to carry Bianca : The latter boldly pre poses to settle land to the amount of 2000 ducats per Annum. Ay, says the other; my whole estate in land amounts but to that value: Yet the shall have a rich veffel to bat; I'll endow her with the W bole; and confign
ufe, over and above. Thus all is intelligible; and he goes on to outbid his rival.
Yet I have fac'd it with a card of ten :
- The presenters, above, speak here. Sly. Sim, when will the fool come again? Sim. Anon, my Lord.
Sly. Give's fome more drink here where's the tapster? bere, Sim, cat fome of these things. Sim. So I do, my
SCENE, Baptifta's House.
Enter Lucentio, Hortenfio, and Bianca.
Have you so foon forgot the entertainment Her fifter Catharine welcom'd
withal ? Hor. [Sheis a shrew, but, ] Wrangling pedant, thisis(15) The patroness of heavenly harmony; (15)
-Wrangling Pedant, ibis The patronefs of beavenly barmony.] There can be no reason, why Hortenfio should begin with an hemiftich : but much less, why Mr Pope should have yet curtail'd this hemiftich, against the authority of all the old copies, which read;
But, wrangling Pedant, ibis is The words which I have added to fill the verse, being purely by CODjecture, and supply'd by the sense that seems requir'd, without any traces of a corrupted reading left, to authorize or found them upon ; I have for that reason inclosed them within crotchets, to be imbraced es rejected, at every reader's pleasure,
Then give me leave to have prerogative;
Luc. Preposterous ass! that never read so far
Hor. Sirrah, I will not bear these braves of thine.
Bian. Why, gentlemen, you do me double wrong,
Luc. Here, Madam : Hac ibat Simois, hic eft Sigeia tellus, Hic fteterat Priami regia celfa fenis.
Bian. Conftrue them.
Hor. Madam, my instrument's in tune. [Returning.
Bian. Now let me see, if I can construe it: Har ibat Simois, I know you not, bic eft Sigeia tellus, I trust you not, hic fteterat Priami, take heed he hear us not, regia, presume not, celfa Jenis, despair not.
Hor. Madain, 'tis now in tune.