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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 small choice in rotten apples. Buc, come ; since this bar in law makes us friends, it shall be so far forth friendly maintainid,- till by helping Baptista's eldest daughter to a husband, we fet 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 best horse in Padua to begin his wooing, that would thoroughly woo her, wed her, and bed her, and rid the house of her. Come on.
[Exeunt Gremio and Hortenfio.
Luc. Oh, Tranio, 'till I found it to be true,
Tra. Malter, it is no time to chide you nows
| Happy man be bis dole! ]—I wish him joy that gains the prize. , m rated ]-expelld by threats.
* Redime te captum quam queas minimo.
Luc. Gramercies, lad ; go forward : this contents; The rest will comfort, for thy counsel's found.
Tra. Mafter, you look'd so longly on the maid,
Luc. O yes, I saw sweet beauty in her face,
Tra. Saw you no more ? mark'd you not, how her sister
Luc. Tranio, I saw her coral lips to move, : · And with her breath she did perfume the air ; Sacred, and sweet, was all I saw in her.
Tra. Nay, then, 'tis time to stir him from his trance.
Luc. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel father's he !
Tra. Ay, marry, am I, fir; and now 'tis plotted.
Tra, Master, P for my hand,
· Redime te captum quam quras minimo.)-Ransom yourself the readiest way you know.
• daughter of Agenor)-Europa, deluded by Jupirer, in the form of a bull.
P for my hand, I'll wager my hand,
Luc. Luc. Tell me thine first.
Tra. You will be school-master,
Luc. It is : May it be done?
Tra. Not possible ; For who shall bear your part,
Luc. 9 Bafta ; content thee; for I have it full,
Tra. So had you need. [They exchange babits.
Luc. Tranio, be so, because Lucentio loves :
9 Bafta ;]—It fufficeth.
' port, • keep bis tongue. Lenfure his secrecy.
Enter Biondello. Here comes the rogue. Sirrah, where have you been ? Bion. Where have I been ? Nay, how now, where are
Luc. Sirrah, come hither ; 'tis no time to jest,
Bion. Ay, fir, ne'er a whit.
Bion. The better for him ; 'Would, I were so too!
after, That Lucentio indeed had Baptista's youngest daughter. But, firrah,—not for my fake, but your master's, I
advise You use your manners discreetly in all kind of companies : When I am alone, why, then I am Tranio; But in all places else, your master Lucentio.
Luc. Tranio, let's go :One thing more refts, that thyself execute; To make one among these wooers : If thou ask me why, Sufficeth, my reasons are both good and weighty. [Exeunt. i Man. My lord, you nod; you do not mind the play.
Sly: Sly. Yes, by faint Anne, do I. A good matter, surely; Comes there any more of it?
Page. My lord, 'tis but begun.
Sly. 'Tis a very excellent piece of work, madam lady; 'Would, it were done!
S CE NE II.
Enter Petruchio, and Grumio. Pet. Verona, for a while I take my leave, To see my friends in Padua ; but of all, My best beloved and approved friend, Hortensio; and, I trow, this is his house: Here, firrah Grumio; knock, I say.
Gru. Knock, sir! whom should I knock ? is there any man has' rebus'd your worship?
Pet. Villain, I say, knock me here foundly.
Pet. Villain, I say, knock me at this gate,
Gru. My master is grown quarrelsome: I should knock you first, And then I know after who comes by the worst.
Pet. Will it not be ?
(He wrings him by the ears. Gru. Help, masters, help! my master is mad. Pet. Now knock when I bid you : firrah! villain!