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. Their love is not so great, Hortensio, but we may blow our nails together, and fast it fairly out; our cake's dough on both sides. Farewell:-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 she delights, I will wish him to her father. Hor. So will I, signior Gremio: But a word, I pray. Though the nature of our quarrel yet never 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 loveto 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'st thou, Hortensio, though her father be very rich, any man is so very a fool to be married to hell? Hor. Tush, Gremio! though it pass your patience, and mine, to endure her loud alarums, why, man, there be good fellows in the world, an a man could light on them, would take her with all 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 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 a fresh. -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. [Exunt Gremio and Hortensio. Tra. [Advancing.] I pray, sir, tell me,-Is it That love should of a sudden take such hold? Tra. Master, it is no time to chide you now; If love have touch'd you, nought remains but so, Redime te captum quam queas minimo". Luc. Gramercies, lad; go forward: this contents; The rest will comfort, for thy counsel's sound. Tra. Master, you look so longly on the maid, Perhaps you mark'd not what's the pith of all. Luc. O yes, I saw sweet beauty in her face, Such as the daughter of Agenor had, That made great Jove to humble him to her hand, When with his knees he kiss'd the Cretan strand. Tra. Saw you no more? mark'd you not, how her sister Began to scold; and raise up such a storm, Luc. Tranio, I saw her coral lips to move, Tra. Nay, then, 'tis time to stir him from his trance. I pray, awake, sir; If you love the maid, stands: Her elder sister is so curst and shrewd, Luc. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel father's he! Luc. I have it, Tranio. Master, for my hand, Both our inventions, meet and jump in one. Luc. Tell me thine first. You will be schoolmaster, And undertake the teaching of the maid: That's your device. Luc. It is: May it be done? Tra. Not possible; For who shall bear your part, And be in Padua here Vincentio's son? Keep house, and ply his book; welcome his friends; Visit his countrymen, and banquet them? Luc. Basta 18; content thee; for I have it full. We have not yet been seen in any house; Nor can we be distinguish'd by our faces, For man, or master: then it follows thus; Thou shalt be master, Tranio, in my stead, Keep house, and port 19, and servants, as I should: I will some other be; some Florentine, Some Neapolitan, or mean man of Pisa.'Tis hatch'd, and shall be so:-Tranio, at once Uncase thee; take my colour'd hat and cloak: When Biondello comes, he waits on thee; But I will charm him first to keep his tongue. Tra. So had you need. [They exchange habits. In brief, sir, sith it your pleasure is, And I am tied to be obedient; (For so your father charg'd me at our parting; Be serviceable to my son, quoth he, Although, I think, 'twas in another sense,) I am content to be Lucentio, Because so well I love Lucentio. Luc. Tranio, be so, because Lucentio loves : And let me be a slave, to achieve that maid Enter BIONDELLO. Here comes the rogue. Sirrah, where have you been? Bion. Where have I been? Nay, how now, where are you? Master, has my fellow Tranio stol'n your clothes? You understand me? Bion. I, sir? ne'er a whit. Luc. And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth: Tranio is chang'd into Lucentio. Bion. The better for him; 'Would, I were so too! Tra. So would I, 'faith, boy, to have the next wish after, |