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LUCENTIO . Preposterous ass , that never read so far To know the cause why music was ordain ' d ! Was it not to refresh the mind of man After his studies or his usual pain ? Then give me leave to read philosophy , And while I pause serve in your harmony .
HORTENSIO . Sirrah , I will not bear these braves of thine .
BIANCA . Why , gentlemen , you do me double wrong , To strive for that which resteth in my choice . I am no breeching scholar in the schools , I ' ll not be tied to hours nor ' pointed times , But learn my lessons as I please myself . And , to cut off all strife , here sit we down ; Take you your instrument , play you the whiles ; His lecture will be done ere you have tun ' d .
HORTENSIO . You ' ll leave his lecture when I am in tune ? [ Retires .] LUCENTIO . That will be never : tune your instrument . BIANCA . Where left we last ?
LUCENTIO . Here , madam : -- Hic ibat Simois ; hic est Sigeia tellus ; Hic steterat Priami regia celsa senis .
BIANCA . Construe them .
LUCENTIO . ' Hic ibat ,' as I told you before , ' Simois ,' I am Lucentio , ' hic est ,' son unto Vincentio of Pisa , ' Sigeia tellus ,' disguised thus to get your love , ' Hic steterat ,' and that Lucentio that comes a-wooing , ' Priami ,' is my man Tranio , ' regia ,' bearing my port , ' celsa senis ,' that we might beguile the old pantaloon .
HORTENSIO . { Returning .] Madam , my instrument ' s in tune . BIANCA . Let ' s hear . --