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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 ent|ertain||ment
           ,        ,    2    ,         ,        ,
      Her sis|ter Kath|erine wel|comed you | withal.
 
HORTENSIO
       ,    ,           ,         ,
      But wran/gling | pedant,| this is
      <-     ,       ,         x        ,     ,   oo
        The pa||troness | of heaven|ly har|mony:|
             ,         ,          ,        ,     ,
      Then give | me leave | to have | prero|gative,
            ,        ,      ,          ,          ,
      And when | in mus|ic we | have spent | an hour,
            ,         ,           ,        ,         ,
      Your lec|ture shall | have leis|ure for | as much.
 
LUCENTIO
          ,     2    ,          ,       ,        ,
      Prepost|erous ass | that nev|er read | so far,
           ,          ,          ,      ,         ,
      To know | the cause | why mus|ic was | ordained:
       ,        ,           ,           ,        ,
      Was it | not to | refresh | the mind | of man
       ,            ,        ,        ,  2     ,
      After | his stud|ies, or | his us|ual pain?
             ,         ,          ,        ,    ,
      Then give | me leave | to read | philo|sophy,
            ,         ,       ,              ,     ,
      And while | I pause,| serve in | your har|mony.
 
HORTENSIO
       ,           ,          ,             ,          ,
      Sirrah,| I will | not bear | these braves | of thine.
 
BIANCA
           ,      ,         ,       ,        ,
      Why gent|lemen,| you do | me doub|le wrong,
            ,           ,           ,             ,    ,
      To strive | for that | which rest|eth in / my choice:
         ,        ,          ,       ,          ,
      I am | no breech|ing schol|ar in | the schools,
            ,         ,         ,        2    ,        ,
      I'll not | be tied | to hours | nor appoint|ed times,
            ,         ,        ,        ,         ,
      But learn | my les|sons as | I please | myself,
                ,   ,           ,           ,         ,
      And to / cut off | all strife:| here sit | we down,
            ,          ,       ,      ,               ,
      Take you | your ins|trument,| 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
        ,             ,        ,          ,       ,
      That will | be nev|er, tune | your ins|trument.
 
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 ins|trument's | in tune.
 
BIANCA
              ,        ,         ,        ,
      Let's hear,| oh fie,| the tre|ble jars.  (tetra with prev)
 
LUCENTIO
        ,             ,     ,           ,     __
      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.

LUCENTIO
           ,      ,     ,             ,       ,
      How fie|ry and | forward | our ped|ant is,
       ,             ,          ,            ,          ,
      Now for | my life | the knave | doth court | my love,
       ,    ,             ,          ,       ,
      Peda|scule,| I'll watch | you bet|ter yet:
           ,       ,        ,         ,        ,
      In time | I may | believe,| yet I | mistrust.
 
BIANCA
           ,         ,          ,       ,   ,
      Mistrust | it not,| for sure | Aeac|ides
          ,        ,      ,              ,    ,
      Was A|jax^called | so from | his grand|father.
 
HORTENSIO
      ,     2     ,         ,         ,       ,     2
      I must be|lieve my | master,| else I | promise you,
           ,         ,   2     ,       ,           ,
      I should | be arg|uing still | upon | that doubt,
           ,         ,         ,   ,       ,
      But let | it rest,| now Li|cio | to you:
            ,        ,        ,        ,       ,
      Good mast|er take | it not | unkind|ly pray
           ,          ,           ,         ,          ,
      That I | have been | thus pleas|ant with | you both.
 
HORTENSIO
           ,         ,          ,         ,         ,
      You may | go^walk,| and give | me leave | a while,
          ,         ,        ,            ,     ,
      My les|sons make | no mus|ic in / three parts.
 
LUCENTIO
           ,         ,      ,         ,          ,
      Are you | so form|al sir,| well I | must wait
            ,         ,         ,       ,        ,
      And watch | withal,| for but | I be | deceived,
            ,       ,        ,       ,    ,
      Our fine | musi|cian grow|eth am|orous.
 
HORTENSIO
       ,          ,          ,          ,      ,
      Madam,| before | you touch | the ins|trument,
           ,          ,      ,       ,      ,
      To learn | the ord|er of | my fing|ering,
          ,       ,          ,     ,         ,
      I must | begin | with rud|iments | of art,
           ,          ,      ,       ,        ,
      To teach | you gam|ut in | a brief|er sort,
             ,          ,      ,       ,     ,
      More pleas|ant, pith|y, and | effec|tual,
             ,            ,        ,     ,        ,
      Than hath | been taught | by an|y of | my trade,
            ,         ,        ,         ,       ,
      And there | it is | in writ|ing, fair|ly drawn.
 
BIANCA
       ,            ,        ,       ,      ,
      Why, I | am past | my gam|ut long | ago.
 
HORTENSIO
            ,         ,      ,       ,    ,
      Yet read | the gam|ut of | Hortens|io.
 
BIANCA
       ,         ,          ,         ,        ,
      Gamut | I am,| the ground | of all | accord:
      T  T   .   T         ,     ,     ,
      A re, to plead | Hortens|io'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.
        ,              ,       ,        ,        ,
      Call you | this gam|ut? Tut | I like | it not,
            ,          ,          ,     2    ,         ,
      Old fash|ions please | me best;| I am not | so nice
       .    T     T    T          ,       ,     ,
      To change true rules | for old | invent|ions.
 
SERVANT
       ,               ,        ,           ,            ,
      Mistress,| your fath|er prays | you leave | your books
            ,         ,           ,          ,       ,
      And help | to dress | your sis|ter's chamb|er up,
            ,       ,       ,        ,        ,
      You know | tomor|row is | the wed|ding day.
 
BIANCA
            ,            ,         ,        ,         ,
      Farewell | sweet* mast|ers both,| I must | be gone.
 
[Exeunt BIANCA and SERVANT]
 
LUCENTIO
        ,     ,              ,             ,          ,
      Faith mist/ress 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:
           ,           ,         ,     ,         x
      Yet if | thy thoughts | Bian|ca be | so humble
           ,          ,    2     ,        ,  2    ,
      To cast | thy wand|ering eyes | on eve|ry 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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