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I see no reason, but suppos'd Lucentio
[Exit. ACT III.
SCENE I.-A Room in BAPTISTA's House..
Enter LUCENTIO, Hortensio, and Bianca.
Hor. But, wrangling pedant, this is
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, To strive for that, which resteth in my choice: I am no breeching scholar in the schools; I'll not be tied to hours, nor 'pointed times, But learn my lessons as I please myself. And, to cut off all strife, here sit we down: Take you your instrument, play you the whiles ;
His lecture will be done, ere you have tun'd.
[To Bian.-Hor. retires.
Hac ibat Simois; hic est Sigeia tellus;
Hic steterat Priami regia celsa senis. Bian. Construe them.
Luc. Hac ibat, as I told you before,—Simois, I am Luceptio,-hic est, son unto Vincentio of Pisa,—Sigeia tellus, disguised thus to get your love ;-Hic steterat, and that Lucentio, that comes a wooing,—Priami, is my man Tranio,-regia, bearing my port,-celsa senis, that we might beguile the old pantaloon.
Hor. Madam, my instrument's in tune. [Returning. Bian. Let's hear;
[Hor. plays. O fye! the treble jars.
Luc. Spit in the hole, man, and tune again.
Bian. Now let ine see if I can construe it: Hac ibat Simois, I know you not; hic est Sigeia tellus, I trust you not;-Hic steterat Priami, take heed he hear us not;regia, presume not;-celsa senis, despair not.
Hor. Madam, 'tis now in tune.
Hor. The base is right; 'tis the base knave that jars.
Bian. In time I may believe, yet I mistrust.
Luc. Mistrust it not; for, sure, Æacides Was Ajax,-call'd so from his grandfather.
Bian. I must believe my master; else, I promise you, I should be arguing still upon that doubt: But let it rest.-Now, Licio, to you:Good masters, take it not unkindly, pray, That I have been thus pleasant with you both. Hor. You may go walk, [To Luc.] and give me leave
awhile; My lessons make no music in three parts.
Luc. Are you so formal, sir? well, I must wait,
Hor. Madam, before you touch the instrument,
Bian. Why, I am past my gamut long ago.
A re, to plead Hortensio's passion;
C faut, that loves with all affection:
E la mi, show pity, or I die.
Enter a Servant. Sero. Mistress, your father prays you leave your books,
And help to dress your sister's chamber up;
[Exeunt Bian. and Servant. Luc. ’Faith, mistress, then I have no cause to stay.
[Erit. Hor. But I have cause to pry into this pedant; Methinks, he looks as though he were in love :Yet if thy thoughts, Bianca, be so humble, To cast thy wand'ring eyes on every stale, Seize thee, that list: If once I find thee ranging, Hortensio will be quit with thee by changing. [Erit.
SCENE II.-The same. Before Baptista's House.
Enter Baptista, GREM10, Tranio, KATHARINE,
BIANCA, Lucentio, and Attendants.
Kath. No shame but mine: I must, forsooth, be forc'd