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GREMIO. Why will you mew her up, Signior Baptista, for this fiend of hell, And make her bear the penance of her tongue?
BAPTISTA. Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolv ' d. Go in, Bianca. [ Exit BIANCA.]
And for I know she taketh most delight In music, instruments, and poetry, Schoolmasters will I keep within my house Fit to instruct her youth. If you, Hortensio, Or, Signior Gremio, you, know any such, Prefer them hither; for to cunning men I will be very kind, and liberal To mine own children in good bringing up; And so, farewell. Katherina, you may stay; For I have more to commune with Bianca.
[ Exit.]
KATHERINA. Why, and I trust I may go too, may I not? What! shall I be appointed hours, as though, belike, I knew not what to take and what to leave? Ha!
[ Exit.]
GREMIO. You may go to the devil ' s dam: your gifts are so good here ' s none will hold you. Their love is not so great, Hortensio, but we may blow our nails together, and fast it fairly out; our cake ' s dough on both sides. Farewell: yet, for the love I bear my sweet Bianca, if I can by any means light on a fit man to teach her that wherein she delights, I will wish him to her father.
HORTENSIO. So will I, Signior Gremio: but a word, I pray. Though the nature of our quarrel yet never brooked parle, know now, upon advice, it toucheth us both,--that we may yet again have access to our fair mistress, and be happy rivals in Bianca ' s love,--to labour and effect one thing specially.
GREMIO. What ' s that, I pray?