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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 .