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The Taming of the Shrew

Act III, Scene 1

Padua. BAPTISTA'S house.
 
[Enter LUCENTIO, HORTENSIO, and BIANCA]
 
LUCENTIO
       ,         ,              ,         ,        ,
      Fiddler | forbear,| you grow | too for|ward sir:
        ,             ,        ,         ,      ,       2->
      Have you | so soon | forgot | the en|tertain||ment
           ,        ,    2    ,         ,        ,
      Her sis|ter Kath|erine wel|comed you | withal?
 
HORTENSIO
       ,    ,           ,         ,
      But wran/gling | pedant,| this is
      <-     ,       ,         x        ,     ,   oo
5       The pa||troness | of heaven|ly har|mony:|
             ,         ,          ,        ,     ,
      Then give | me leave | to have | prero|gative,
            ,        ,      ,          ,          ,
      And when | in mu|sic we | have spent | an hour,
            ,         ,           ,        ,         ,
      Your lec|ture shall | have lei|sure for | as much.
 
LUCENTIO
          ,     2    ,          ,       ,        ,
      Prepos|terous ass,| that ne|ver read | so far
           ,          ,          ,      ,         ,
10    To know | the cause | why mu|sic was | ordained:
       ,        ,           ,           ,        ,
      Was it | not to | refresh | the mind | of man
       ,           ,        ,       ,  2     ,
      After | his stu|dies or | his u|sual pain?
             ,         ,          ,        ,    ,
      Then give | me leave | to read | philo|sophy,
            ,         ,       ,              ,     ,
      And while | I pause,| serve in | your har|mony.
 
HORTENSIO
       ,           ,          ,             ,          ,
15    Sirrah,| I will | not bear | these braves | of thine.
 
BIANCA
           ,      ,         ,       ,        ,
      Why gen|tlemen,| you do | me dou|ble wrong,
            ,           ,           ,             ,    ,
      To strive | for that | which res|teth in / my choice:
         ,        ,          ,       ,          ,
      I am | no bree|ching scho|lar in | the schools;
            ,         ,         ,        2    ,        ,
      I'll not | be tied | to hours | nor appoin|ted times,
            ,         ,        ,        ,         ,
20    But learn | my les|sons as | I please | myself.
                ,   ,           ,           ,         ,
      And to / cut off | all strife,| here sit | we down:
            ,          ,       ,      ,               ,
      Take you | your in|strument,| play you | the whiles;
           ,         ,         ,         ,           ,
      His lec|ture will | be done | ere you | have tuned.
 
HORTENSIO
               ,          ,         ,       ,        ,
      You'll leave | his lec|ture when | I am | in tune?
 
LUCENTIO
        ,             ,        ,          ,       ,
25    That will | be ne|ver: tune | your in|strument.
 
BIANCA
              ,         ,
      Where left | we last?
 
LUCENTIO
                               T    T T    oo
                             Here, madam:|
 
[reads]
Hic ibat Simois; hic est Sigeia tellus; Hic steterat Priami regia celsa senis.
 
BIANCA
Construe them.
 
LUCENTIO
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.
 
HORTENSIO
       ,          ,       ,           ,
      Madam,| my in|strument's | in tune.
 
BIANCA
              ,        ,         ,        ,
      Let's hear,| oh fie,| the tre|ble jars.  (tetra with prev)
 
LUCENTIO
        ,             ,     ,           ,     __
30    Spit in | the hole | man, and | tune a|gain.
 
BIANCA
Now 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.
 
HORTENSIO
       ,            ,         ,
      Madam,| 'tis now | in tune.
 
LUCENTIO
                                  ,              ,
                                 All but | the base.
 
HORTENSIO
            ,         ,                  ,    ,            ,
      The base | is right;| 'tis the / base knave | that jars.
 
[Aside]
           ,      ,     ,             ,       ,
      How fie|ry and | forward | our pe|dant is,
       ,             ,          ,            ,          ,
35    Now for | my life,| the knave | doth court | my love:
       ,    ,             ,          ,       ,
      Peda|scule,| I'll watch | you bet|ter yet.
 
BIANCA
           ,       ,        ,         ,        ,
      In time | I may | believe,| yet I | mistrust.
 
LUCENTIO
           ,         ,          ,      ,    ,
      Mistrust | it not:| for sure | Aea|cides
          ,        ,          ,          ,    ,
      Was A|jax called | so from | his grand|father.
 
BIANCA
      ,     2     ,         ,         ,        ,     2
40    I must be|lieve my | master;| else, I | promise you,
           ,         ,   2     ,       ,           ,
      I should | be ar|guing still | upon | that doubt:
           ,         ,         ,   ,       ,
      But let | it rest,| now Li|cio,| to you:
            ,        ,        ,        ,       ,
      Good mas|ter take | it not | unkind|ly pray
           ,          ,           ,         ,          ,
      That I | have been | thus plea|sant with | you both.
 
HORTENSIO
           ,         ,          ,         ,         ,
45    You may | go walk,| and give | me leave | a while:
          ,         ,        ,            ,     ,
      My les|sons make | no mu|sic in / three parts.
 
LUCENTIO
           ,        ,       ,         ,          ,
      Are you | so for|mal sir,| well I | must wait
            ,         ,         ,       ,        ,
      And watch | withal;| for but | I be | deceived,
            ,       ,       ,       ,     ,
      Our fine | musi|cian gro|weth a|morous.
 
HORTENSIO
       ,          ,          ,          ,      ,
50    Madam,| before | you touch | the in|strument,
           ,          ,      ,       ,      ,
      To learn | the or|der of | my fin|gering,
          ,       ,          ,     ,         ,
      I must | begin | with ru|diments | of art;
           ,          ,      ,       ,        ,
      To teach | you ga|mut in | a brie|fer sort,
             ,         ,       ,       ,     ,
      More plea|sant, pi|thy, and | effec|tual,
             ,            ,        ,     ,        ,
55    Than hath | been taught | by a|ny of | my trade:
            ,         ,       ,          ,       ,
      And there | it is | in wri|ting, fair|ly drawn.
 
BIANCA
       ,            ,        ,       ,      ,
      Why, I | am past | my ga|mut long | ago.
 
HORTENSIO
            ,         ,      ,       ,    ,
      Yet read | the ga|mut of | Horten|sio.
 
BIANCA [Reads]
          ,      ,          ,         ,        ,
      Gamut | I am,| the ground | of all | accord,
      T  T   .   T         ,     ,     ,
60    A re, to plead | Horten|sio's | passion;
      T  T   Tx       ,         ,          ,
      B mi, Bian|ca take | him for | thy lord
      ,       ,           ,           ,      ,
      C fa | ut, that | loves with | all af|fection:
      ,       ,          T    T    T          ,
      D sol^|re, one*| clef, two notes | have I:
      T  T  T         ,     ,      ,
      E la mi,| show pi|ty or | I die.
        ,              ,       ,        ,        ,
65    Call you | this ga|mut? Tut | I like | it not:
            ,          ,          ,     2    ,         ,
      Old fash|ions please | me best;| I am not | so nice,
       .    T     T    T          ,       ,         o
      To change true rules | for old | inven|tions.
 
SERVANT
       ,               ,        ,           ,            ,
      Mistress,| your fa|ther prays | you leave | your books
            ,         ,           ,          ,       ,
      And help | to dress | your sis|ter's cham|ber up:
            ,       ,       ,        ,        ,
70    You know | tomor|row is | the wed|ding day.
 
BIANCA
            ,            ,         ,        ,         ,
      Farewell | sweet* mas|ters both;| I must | be gone.
 
[Exeunt BIANCA and SERVANT]
 
LUCENTIO
        ,    ,                ,             ,          ,
      Faith mis/tress, then | I have | no cause | to stay.
 
[Exit]
 
HORTENSIO
          ,          ,         ,     ,  2        ,
      But I | have cause | to pry | into this | pedant:
           ,          ,           ,          ,         ,
      Methinks | he looks | as though | he were | in love:
           ,           ,         ,     ,       ,      2->
75    Yet if | thy thoughts | Bian|ca be | so hum||ble
           ,         ,     2     ,        ,  2    ,
      To cast | thy wan|dering eyes | on ev|ery stale,
        ,                 ,         ,        ,          ,        o
      Seize thee | that list:| if once | I find | thee ran|ging,
          ,   2    ,         ,           ,         ,        o
      Horte|nsio will | be quit | with thee | by chan|ging.    (hex with prev)
 
[Exit]

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