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And for I know the taketh most delight
Exit. Gre. You may go to the diuels dam : your gifts are so good heere's none will holde you : there loue is not so great Hortenfio, bat we may blowe our nailes together, and fast it fairely out. Our cakes dough on both sides. Farewell : yet for the loue I beare my sweete Bianca, if I can by any meanes light on a fitt man to teach her that wherein thee delights, I will wish him to her father.
Hor. So will I figniour Gremio : but a word I pray : Though the nature of our quarrell yet neuer brook'd parle, know now vpon aduice, it toucheth vs both : that we may yet againe haue accesse to our faire miftris, and be happie riuals in Bianca's loue, to labour and effect one thing specially.
Gre. What's that I pray?
Gre. I say a diuell: think'st thou Hortenho, though her father be verie rich, any man is fo verie a foole to be married to hell ?
Hor. Tush Gremio : though it passe your patience and mine to endure her lowd alarums, why man there be good fellowes in the world, and a man could light on them, would take her with all faults, and mony enough.
Gre. I cannot tell : but I had as lief take her dowrie with this condition; to be whipt at the high crosse euerie morning.
Hor. Faith (as you fay) there's small choice in rotten apples: but come, since this bar in law makes vs friends, it shall be so farr forth friendly maintain'd, till by helping Baptistas eldest daughter to a husband, wee set his yongest free for a husband, and then have too't afresh; sweete Bianca, happy man be his dole : he that runnes fastest, gets the ring: How say you signior Gremio ?
Gre. I am agreed, and would I had giuen him the best horse in Padua to begin his woing that would thoroughly woe her, wed her, and bed her, and ridde the house of her. Come on.
Exeunt ambo. Manet Tranio and Lucentio.
Luc. Oh Tranio till I found it to be true,
Tra, Master it is no time to chide you now,
If loue haue touch'd you, naught remaines but so,
Luc. Gramercies lad : go forward, this contents,
Tra. Master, you look'd so longly on the maide,
Luc. Oh yes, I saw sweete beautie in her face,
Tre. Saw you no more ? mark'd you not how her sister
Luc. Tranio, I saw her corrall lips to moue, And with her breath she did perfume the ayre, Sacred and sweete was all I saw in her.
Tra. Nay, then 'tis time to stirre him from his trance :
Luc. Ah Tranio, what a cruell fathers he:
Tra. I marrie am I sir, and now 'tis plotted,
Tra. Master, for my hand,
Luc. Tell me thine first.
Tra. You will be schoole-master,
Luc. It is : may it be done?
Tra. Not possible: for who shall beare your part,
Luc. Bafta, content thee : for I haue it full.
Luc. Tranio be fo, because Lucentio loues,
Bion. Where haue I beene? Nay how now, where are you? Mafter ha's my fellow Tranio stolne your clothes, or you ītolne his, or both? Pray what's the newes ?
Luc. Sirra come hither, 'tis no time to jest,
Bion. I fir se're a whit.
Luc. And not a lot of Tranio in your mouth, Tranio is chang'd into Lucentio.
Bion. The better for him, would I were so too.
Tra. So could I 'faith boy, to haue the next wish afrer, that Lucentio indeede had Baptistas yongest daughter. But firra not for my fake, but your masters. I aduise you vse your mangers discreetly in all kinde of companies : when I am alone, why then I am Tranio : but in all places else, you master Lucentio.
Luc. Tranio let's go : One thing more rests, that thyselfe execute, To make one among those wooers : if thou aske mee why, fufficeth : my reasons are both good and waighty,
Exeunt. The Presenters aboue Speakes. 1 Man. My lord you nod, you do not minde the play.
Beg. Yes by Saint Anne do I, a good matter surely : comes there any more of it?