Enter LUCENTIO, HORTENSIO, and BIANCALUCENTIO
Fiddler, forbear; you grow too forward, sir:HORTENSIO
Have you so soon forgot the entertainment
Her sister Katharina welcomed you withal?
But, wrangling pedant, this isLUCENTIO
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.
Preposterous ass, that never read so farHORTENSIO
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.
Sirrah, I will not bear these braves of thine.BIANCA
Why, gentlemen, you do me double wrong,HORTENSIO
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.
You′ll leave his lecture when I am in tune?LUCENTIO
That will be never: tune your instrument.BIANCA
Where left we last?LUCENTIO
′Hic ibat Simois; hic est Sigeia tellus;
Hic steterat Priami regia celsa senis.′
′Hic ibat,′ as I told you before, ′Simois,′ I amHORTENSIO
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.
Madam, my instrument′s in tune.BIANCA
Let′s hear. O fie! the treble jars.LUCENTIO
Spit in the hole, man, and tune again.BIANCA
Now let me see if I can construe it: ′Hic ibatHORTENSIO
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,′
Madam, ′tis now in tune.LUCENTIO
All but the base.HORTENSIO
The base is right; ′tis the base knave that jars.BIANCA
AsideHow fiery and forward our pedant is!
Now, for my life, the knave doth court my love:
Pedascule, I′ll watch you better yet.
In time I may believe, yet I mistrust.LUCENTIO
Mistrust it not: for, sure, AEacidesBIANCA
Was Ajax, call′d so from his grandfather.
I must believe my master; else, I promise you,HORTENSIO
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.
You may go walk, and give me leave a while:LUCENTIO
My lessons make no music in three parts.
Are you so formal, sir? well, I must wait,HORTENSIO
AsideAnd watch withal; for, but I be deceived,
Our fine musician groweth amorous.
Madam, before you touch the instrument,BIANCA
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.
Why, I am past my gamut long ago.HORTENSIO
Yet read the gamut of Hortensio.BIANCA
[Reads] ′′Gamut′ I am, the ground of all accord,Servant
′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.′
Call you this gamut? tut, I like it not:
Old fashions please me best; I am not so nice,
To change true rules for old inventions.
Enter a Servant
Mistress, your father prays you leave your booksBIANCA
And help to dress your sister′s chamber up:
You know to-morrow is the wedding-day.
Farewell, sweet masters both; I must be gone.LUCENTIO
Exeunt BIANCA and Servant
Faith, mistress, then I have no cause to stay.HORTENSIO
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 wandering eyes on every stale,
Seize thee that list: if once I find thee ranging,
Hortensio will be quit with thee by changing.
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