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a briefer sort, More pleasant, pithy, and effectual, Than hath been taught by any of my trade: And there it is in writing, fairly drawn.
BIANCA. Why, I am past my gamut long ago. HORTENSIO. Yet read the gamut of Hortensio.
BIANCA. ' Gamut ' I am, the ground of all accord, ' A re,' to plead Hortensio ' s passion; ' B mi,' Bianca, take him for thy lord, ' C fa ut,' that loves with all affection: ' D sol re,' one clef, two notes have I ' E la mi,' show pity or I die. Call you this gamut? Tut, I like it not: Old fashions please me best; I am not so nice, To change true rules for odd inventions.
[ Enter a SERVANT.]
SERVANT. Mistress, your father prays you leave your books, And help to dress your sister ' s chamber up: You know to-morrow is the wedding-day.
BIANCA. Farewell, sweet masters, both: I must be gone. [ Exeunt BIANCA and SERVANT.] LUCENTIO. Faith, mistress, then I have no cause to stay. [ Exit.]
HORTENSIO. But I have cause to pry into this pedant: Methinks he looks as though he were in love. Yet if thy thoughts, Bianca, be so humble To cast thy wand ' ring eyes on every stale, Seize thee that list: if once I find thee ranging, Hortensio will be quit with thee by changing.
[ Exit.]
SCENE II. The same. Before BAPTISTA ' S house.