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Act III, Scene 1
1Padua. Baptista’s house.
2Enter Lucentio, Hortensio, and Bianca.
3LucentioFiddler, forbear; you grow too forward, sir:
Have you so soon forgot the entertainment
Her sister Katharine welcomed you withal?
4HortensioBut, wrangling pedant, this is
The patroness of heavenly harmony:
Then give me leave to have prerogative;
And when in music we have spent an hour,
Your lecture shall have leisure for as much.
5LucentioPreposterous 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.
6HortensioSirrah, I will not bear these braves of thine.
7BiancaWhy, 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 tuned.
8HortensioYou’ll leave his lecture when I am in tune?
9LucentioThat will be never: tune your instrument.
10BiancaWhere left we last?
11LucentioHere, madam: “Hic ibat Simois; hic est Sigeia tellus; Hic steterat Priami regia celsa senis.”
12BiancaConstrue them.
13Lucentio“Hic ibat,” as I told you before, “Simois,” I am Lucentio, “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.
14HortensioMadam, my instrument’s in tune.
15BiancaLet’s hear. O fie! the treble jars.
16LucentioSpit in the hole, man, and tune again.
17BiancaNow let me see if I can construe it: “Hic 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.
18HortensioMadam, ’tis now in tune.
19LucentioAll but the base.
20HortensioThe base is right; ’tis the base knave that jars.
Aside. How fiery and forward our pedant is!
Now, for my life, the knave doth court my love:
Pedascule, I’ll watch you better yet.
21BiancaIn time I may believe, yet I mistrust.
22LucentioMistrust it not: for, sure, Aeacides
Was Ajax, call’d so from his grandfather.
23BiancaI 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.
24HortensioYou may go walk, and give me leave a while:
My lessons make no music in three parts.
25LucentioAre you so formal, sir? well, I must wait,
Aside. And watch withal; for, but I be deceived,
Our fine musician groweth amorous.
26HortensioMadam, 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.
27BiancaWhy, I am past my gamut long ago.
28HortensioYet read the gamut of Hortensio.
29Bianca
Reads. “ ‘Gamut’ I am, the ground of all accord,
Call you this gamut? tut, I like it not:
‘A re,’ to Plead Hortensio’s passion;
‘B mi,’ Bianca, take him for thy lord,
‘C fa ut,’ that loves with all affection:
‘D sol re,’ one clef, two notes have I:
‘E la mi,’ show pity, or I die.”
Old fashions please me best; I am not so nice,
To change true rules for old inventions.
30Enter a Servant.
31ServantMistress, your father prays you leave your books
And help to dress your sister’s chamber up:
You know to-morrow is the wedding-day.
32BiancaFarewell, sweet masters both; I must be gone. Exeunt Bianca and Servant.
33LucentioFaith, mistress, then I have no cause to stay. Exit.
34HortensioBut 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 wandering eyes on every stale,
Seize thee that list: if once I find thee ranging,
Hortensio will be quit with thee by changing. Exit.