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I see no reason, but suppos'd Lucentio
Must get a father, callid-suppos'd Vincentio;
And that's a wonder: fathers, commonly,
Do get their children; but, in this case of wooing,
A child shall get a sire, if I fail not of my cunning. .

[Exit. ACT III.

SCENE I.-A Room in BAPTISTA's House..

Enter LUCENTIO, Hortensio, and Bianca.
Luc. Fiddler, forbear; you grow too forward, sir:
Have you so soon forgot the entertainment,
Her sister Katharine welcom'd you withal ?

Hor. But, wrangling pedant, this is
The patroness of heavenly harmony:
Then give me leave to have prerogative;
And when in musick we have spent an hour,
Your lecture shall have leisure for as much.

Luc. Preposterous ass! that never read so far
To know the cause why music was ordain'd!
Was it not, to refresh the mind of man,
After his studies, or his usual pain?
Then give me leave to read philosophy,
And, while I pause, serve in your harmony.

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.
Hor. You'll leave his lecture when I am in tune?

[To Bian.-Hor. retires.
Luc. That will be never ;-tune your instrument.
Bian. Where left we last?
Luc. Here, madam:

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.
Luc. All but the base.

Hor. The base is right; 'tis the base knave that jars.
How fiery and forward our pedant is!
Now, for my life, the knave doth court my love:
Pedascule, I'll watch you better yet.

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,
And watch withal; for, but I be deceiv'd,
Our fine musician groweth amorous. [Aside,

Hor. Madam, before you touch the instrument,
To learn the order of my fingering,
I must begin with rudiments of art;
To teach you gamut in a briefer sort,
More pleasant, pithy, and effectual,
Than hath been taught by any of my trade:
And there it is in writing, fairly drawn.

Bian. Why, I am past my gamut long ago.
Hor. Yet read the gamut of Hortensio.
Bian. [Reads.] Gamut I am, the ground of all accord,

A re, to plead Hortensio's passion;
B mi, Bianca, tuke him for thy lord,

C faut, that loves with all affection:
D sol re, one cliff, two notes have I;

E la mi, show pity, or I die.
Call you this-gamut? lut! I like it not:
Old fashions please me best: I am not so nice,
To change true rules for odd inventions.

Enter a Servant. Sero. Mistress, your father prays you leave your books,

And help to dress your sister's chamber up;
You know, to-morrow is the wedding-day.
Bian. Farewell, sweet masters, both; I must be gone.

[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.
Bap. Signior Lucentio, [To Tra.] this is the 'point-

ed day,
That Katharine and Petruchio should be married,
And yet we hear not of our son-in-law:
What will be said ? what mockery will it be,
To want the bridegroom, when the priest attends
To speak the ceremonial rites of marriage ?
What says Lucentio to this shame of ours ?

Kath. No shame but mine: I must, forsooth, be forc'd
To give my hand, oppos'd against my heart,
Unto à mad-brain rudesby, full of spleen;
Who woo'd in haste, and means to wed at leisure.
I told you, I, he was a frantic fool,
Hiding his bitter jests in blunt behaviour :

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