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[ HORTENSIO plays .]
O fie ! the treble jars . LUCENTIO . Spit in the hole , man , and tune again .
BIANCA . Now let me see if I can construe it : ' Hic ibat Simois ,' I know you not ; ' hic est Sigeia tellus ,' I trust you not ; ' Hic steterat Priami ,' take heed he hear us not ; ' regia ,' presume not ; ' celsa senis ,' despair not .
HORTENSIO . Madam , ' tis now in tune . LUCENTIO . All but the base .
HORTENSIO . The base is right ; ' tis the base knave that jars . How fiery and forward our pedant is ! [ Aside ] Now , for my life , the knave doth court my love : Pedascule , I ' ll watch you better yet .
BIANCA . In time I may believe , yet I mistrust .
LUCENTIO . Mistrust it not ; for sure , AEacides Was Ajax , call ' d so from his grandfather .
BIANCA . I must believe my master ; else , I promise you , I should be arguing still upon that doubt ; But let it rest . Now , Licio , to you . Good master , take it not unkindly , pray , That I have been thus pleasant with you both .
HORTENSIO . [ To LUCENTIO ] You may go walk and give me leave awhile ; My lessons make no music in three parts .
LUCENTIO . Are you so formal , sir ? [ Aside ] Well , I must wait , And watch withal ; for , but I be deceiv ' d , Our fine musician groweth amorous .
HORTENSIO . Madam , before you touch the instrument , To learn the order of my fingering , I must begin with rudiments of art ; To teach you gamut in