And for I know the taketh most delight
In musicke, instruments, and poctry,
Schoolemasters will I keepe within my house,
Fit to instruct her youth. If you Hortensio,
Or fignior Gremio you know any such,
Preferre them hither : for to cunning men,
I will be very kind and liberall,
To mine owne children, in good bringing vp,
And so farewell : Katherina you may stay,
For I haue more to commune with Bianca.

Exit.
Kate. Why and I trust I may go too, may I not?
What shall I be appointed houres, as though
(Belike) I knew not what to take,
And what to leaue ? Ha.

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?
Hor. Marrie fir to get a husband for her fifter.
Gre. A husband : a diuell.
Hor. I say a husband.

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.

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.
Tra. I pray for tel me, is it possible
That loue should of a sodaine take fuch hold.

Luc. Oh Tranio till I found it to be true,
I neuer thought it possible or likely.
But see, while idely I stood looking on,
I found the effect of loue in idlenesse,
And now in plainesse do confesse to thee
That art to mee as secret and as deere
As Anna to the queene of Carthage was:
Tranio I burne, I pine, I perilh Tranio,
If I atchueiue not this yong modest gyrle:
Counfail me Tranio, for I know thou can'st :
Aflift me Tranio, for I know thou wilt.

Tra, Master it is no time to chide you now,
Affection is not rated from the heart :

If loue haue touch'd you, naught remaines but so,
Redime te captam quam queas minimo.

Luc. Gramercies lad : go forward, this contents,
The rest will comfort, for thy counsels found.

Tra. Master, you look'd so longly on the maide,
Perhaps you mark'd not what's the pith of all.

Luc. Oh yes, I saw sweete beautie in her face,
Such as the daughter of Agenor had,
That made great loue to humble him to her hand,
When with his knees he kist the Cretan strond.

Tre. Saw you no more ? mark'd you not how her sister
Began to scold, and raise vp such a storme,
That mortal eares might hardly indure the din.

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 :
I pray you awake fir : if you loue the maide,
Bend thoughts and wits to atchieue her. Thus it stands :
Her elder filter is so curst and shrew'd,
That till the father rid his hands of her,
Master, your loue must liue a maide at home,
And therefore has he closely meu'd her vp,
Because she will not be annoy'd with suiters.

Luc. Ah Tranio, what a cruell fathers he:
But art thou not aduis'd, he tooke some care
To get her cunning schoolemasters to instruct her.

Tra. I marrie am I sir, and now 'tis plotted,
Luc. I haue it Tranio,

Tra. Master, for my hand,
Both our inuentions meet and iumpe in one.

Luc. Tell me thine first.

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Tra. You will be schoole-master,
And vndertake the teaching of the maid :
That's your deuice.

Luc. It is : may it be done?

Tra. Not possible: for who shall beare your part,
And be in Padua heere Vincentio's fonne,
Keepe house, and ply his booke, welcome his friends,
Visit his countriemen, and banquet them?

Luc. Bafta, content thee : for I haue it full.
We haue not yet bin seene in any house,
Nor can we be distinguish'd by our faces,
For man or master : then it followes thus :
Thou shalt be master, Tranio in my sted :
Keepe house, and port, and seruants as I should,
I will fome other be, some Florentine,
Some Neapolitan, or meaner man of Pisa.
'Tis hatch'd, and shall be soe : Tranio at once
Vncase thee : take my conlord hat and cloake,
When Biondello comes, he waites on thee,
But I will charme him first to keepe his tongue.
Tra. So had

you

neede:
In breefe fir, fith it your pleasure is,
And I am tied to be obedient,
For fo your father charg'd me at our parting;
Be seruiceable to my sonne (quoth he)
Although I thinke 'twas in another fence,
I am content to be Lucentio,
Because so well I loue Lucentio.

Luc. Tranio be fo, because Lucentio loues,
And let me be a slaue, t'achieue that maide,
Whofe fodainc fight hath thral'd my wounded eye.

Enter

Enter Biondello.
Heere comes the rogue. Sirra, where haue you bin ?

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,
And therefore frame your manners to the time
Your fellow Tranio heere to laue my life,
Puts my apparell, and my countenance on,
And I for my escape hawe put on his :
For in a quarrell fince I came ashore,
I kild a man, and feare I was descried :
Waite you on him, I charge you, as becomes :
While I make way from hence to faue my life :
You vaderstand me?

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?

Lady:

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