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BAPTISTA. Well, gentlemen, I am thus resolv ' d. On Sunday next, you know, My daughter Katherine is to be married; Now, on the Sunday following, shall Bianca Be bride to you, if you make this assurance; If not, to Signior Gremio. And so I take my leave, and thank you both.
GREMIO. Adieu, good neighbour. [ Exit BAPTISTA.]
Now, I fear thee not: Sirrah young gamester, your father were a fool To give thee all, and in his waning age Set foot under thy table. Tut! a toy! An old Italian fox is not so kind, my boy.
[ Exit.]
TRANIO. A vengeance on your crafty wither ' d hide! Yet I have fac ' d it with a card of ten. ' Tis in my head to do my master good: I see no reason but suppos ' d Lucentio Must get a father, call ' d ' suppos ' d Vincentio '; And that ' s a wonder: fathers commonly Do get their children; but in this case of wooing A child shall get a sire, if I fail not of my cunning.
[ Exit.]
ACT III. SCENE I. Padua. A room in BAPTISTA ' S house. [ Enter LUCENTIO, HORTENSIO, and BIANCA.]
LUCENTIO. Fiddler, forbear; you grow too forward, sir. Have you so soon forgot the entertainment Her sister Katherine welcome ' d you withal?
HORTENSIO. But, wrangling pedant, this is The patroness of heavenly harmony: Then give me leave to have prerogative; And when in music we have spent an hour, Your lecture shall have leisure for as much.