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HORTENSIO. Mates, maid! How mean you that? No mates for you, Unless you were of gentler, milder mould.
KATHERINA. I ' faith, sir, you shall never need to fear; I wis it is not halfway to her heart; But if it were, doubt not her care should be To comb your noddle with a three-legg ' d stool, And paint your face, and use you like a fool.
HORTENSIO. From all such devils, good Lord deliver us! GREMIO. And me, too, good Lord!
TRANIO. Husht, master! Here ' s some good pastime toward: That wench is stark mad or wonderful froward.
LUCENTIO. But in the other ' s silence do I see Maid ' s mild behaviour and sobriety. Peace, Tranio!
TRANIO. Well said, master; mum! and gaze your fill.
BAPTISTA. Gentlemen, that I may soon make good What I have said,--Bianca, get you in: And let it not displease thee, good Bianca, For I will love thee ne ' er the less, my girl.
KATHERINA. A pretty peat! it is best Put finger in the eye, an she knew why.
BIANCA. Sister, content you in my discontent. Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe: My books and instruments shall be my company, On them to look, and practise by myself.
LUCENTIO. Hark, Tranio! thou mayst hear Minerva speak.
HORTENSIO. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange? Sorry am I that our good will effects Bianca ' s grief.