SCENE III. Gre. You may go to the devil's dam. Your gifts are fo good, here is none will hold you. Our love is not fo great, Hortenfio, but we may blow our nails together, and faft it fairly out. Our cake's dough on both fides. Farewel; 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 the delights, I will with him to her Father. Hor. So will I, Signior Gremio; but a word, I pray, tho' the nature of our quarrel never yet brook'd Parle, know now, upon advice, it toucheth us both, that we may yet again have accefs to our fair Miftrefs, and be happy rivals in Bianca's love, to labour and effect one thing 'fpecially. Gre. What's that, I pray ? Hor. Marry, Sir, to get a husband for her fifter. Hor. I fay a husband. Gre. I fay, a devil. Think'st thou, Hortenfio, thi her father be very rich, any man is so very a fool to be married to hell? Hor. Tufh, Gremio; tho' it pafs your patience and mine to endure her loud alarms, why, man, there be good fellows in the world, an' a man could light on them, would take her with all her faults, and mony enough. Gre. I cannot tell; but I had as lief take her dowry with this condition, to be whip'd at the high cross every morning. Hor. 'Faith, as you fay, there's a small choice in rotten apples. But, come, fince this bar in law makes us friends, it shall be so far forth friendly maintain'd, 'till by helping Baptifta's eldest daughter to a husband, we fet his youngest free for a husband, and then have C 2 to't to't afresh. Sweet Bianca! happy man be his dole! he that runs falteft gets the ring; how fay you, Signior Gremio? Gre. I am agreed; and would I had given him the beft horfe in Padua to begin his wooing, that would throughly woo her, wed her, and bed her, and rid the house of her. Come on. [Exeunt Gremio and Hortenfio. Manent Tranio and Lucentio. Tra, I pray, Sir, tell, me, is it poffible Tra. Mafter, it is no time to chide you now If love hath touch'd you, nought remains but fo*, * Redime te captum quàm queas minimo. Luc. Gramercy, lad; go forward, this contents; The ret will comfort, for thy counsel's found. Tra. Mafter, you look'd fo longly on the maid, 4 If Love bath TOUCH'D you, nought remains but fo.] The next line from Terence, fhews that we should read, If Love hath TOYL'D you, i. e. taken you in his toils, his nets. Alluding to the captus eft, habet, of the fame Author, WARBURTON, * Our author had this line from Lilly, which I mention, that it may not be brought as an ar gument of his learning. Perhaps, Perhaps, you mark'd not what's the pith of all. That made great Jove to humble him to her hand, Began to fcold, and raise up fuch a ftorm, I Tra. Nay, then it is time to flir him from his trance. Bend thoughts and wit t'atchieve her. Thus it ftands; That till the Father rids his hands of her, Luc. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel Father's he! Tra. Mafter, for my hand, Both our inventions meet and jump in one. Luc. Tell me thine first. Tra. You will be fchool-mafter, And undertake the teaching of the maid: That's your device. Luc. It is may it be done? Tra. Not poffible; for who fhall bear your part, Keep houfe, and ply his book, welcome his friends, Luc. Bafta;-content thee; for I have it full. We have not yet been seen in any house, C 3. Nor Nor can we diftinguish'd by our faces, * Keep house, and port, and fervants, as I fhould. Some Neapolitan, or meaner man of Pifa. For fo your Father charg'd me at our parting ; Altho', I think, 'twas in another fenfe; Luc. Tranio, be fo; because Lucentio loves ; 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 ftoll'n your cloaths, or you ftoll'n his; or both? pray, what's the news? Luc. Sirrah, come hither: 'tis no time to jeft You You understand me? Bion. Ay, 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, i'faith, boy, to have the next wifh after; that Lucentio, indeed, had Baptifta's youngest daughter. But, firrah, not for my fake, but your mafter's, I advise you, use your manners difcreetly in all kind of companies: when I am alone, why then I am Tranio; but in all places elfe, your mafter Lucentio. Luc. Tranio, let's go one thing more refts, that thyfelf execute to make one among these wooers; if thou afk me why, fufficeth, my reasons are both good and weighty. [Exeunt. Pet. SCENE V. Before Hortenfio's Houfe, in Padua. V Erona, for a while I take my leave, To fee my friends in Padua ; but of all My beft beloved and approved friend, Hortenfio; and, I trow, this is the house; Gru. Knock, Sir? whom fhould I knock? is there any man has rebus'd your Worship? Pet. Villain, I fay, knock me here foundly. That I fhould knock you here, Sir. Pet. Villain, I fay, knock me at this gate, And rap me well; or I'll knock your knave's pate.. Gru. My mafter is grown quarrelfome: I fhould knock you first, And then I know after, who comes by the worst. C 4 Pet. |