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[ Exeunt PETRUCHIO and KATHERINA, severally.] GREMIO. Was ever match clapp ' d up so suddenly?
BAPTISTA. Faith, gentlemen, now I play a merchant ' s part, And venture madly on a desperate mart.
TRANIO. ' Twas a commodity lay fretting by you; ' Twill bring you gain, or perish on the seas.
BAPTISTA. The gain I seek is, quiet in the match.
GREMIO. No doubt but he hath got a quiet catch. But now, Baptista, to your younger daughter: Now is the day we long have looked for; I am your neighbour, and was suitor first.
TRANIO. And I am one that love Bianca more Than words can witness or your thoughts can guess.
GREMIO. Youngling, thou canst not love so dear as I. TRANIO. Greybeard, thy love doth freeze. GREMIO. But thine doth fry. Skipper, stand back; ' tis age that nourisheth. TRANIO. But youth in ladies ' eyes that flourisheth.
BAPTISTA. Content you, gentlemen; I ' ll compound this strife: ' Tis deeds must win the prize, and he of both That can assure my daughter greatest dower Shall have my Bianca ' s love. Say, Signior Gremio, what can you assure her?
GREMIO. First, as you know, my house within the city Is richly furnished with plate and gold: Basins and ewers to lave her dainty hands; My