1296Luc. Fidler forbeare, you grow too forward Sir,

1297Haue you so soone forgot the entertainment

1298Her sister Katherine welcom'd you withall.

1299Hort. But wrangling pedant, this is

1300The patronesse of heauenly harmony:

1301Then giue me leaue to haue prerogatiue,

1302And when in Musicke we haue spent an houre,

1303Your Lecture shall haue leisure for as much.

1304Luc. Preposterous Asse that neuer read so farre,

1305To know the cause why musicke was ordain'd:

1306Was it not to refresh the minde of man

1307After his studies, or his vsuall paine?

1308Then giue me leaue to read Philosophy,

1309And while I pause, serue in your harmony.

1310Hort. Sirra, I will not beare these braues of thine.

1311Bianc. Why gentlemen, you doe me double wrong,

1312To striue for that which resteth in my choice:

1313Iam no breeching scholler in the schooles,

1314Ile not be tied to howres, nor pointed times,

1315But learne my Lessons as I please my selfe,

1316And to cut off all strife: heere sit we downe,

1317Take you your instrument, play you the whiles,

1318His Lecture will be done ere you haue tun'd.

1319Hort. You'll leaue his Lecture when I am in tune?

1320Luc. That will be neuer, tune your instrument.

1321Bian. Where left we last?

1322Luc. Heere Madam: Hic Ibat Simois, hic est sigeria

1323tellus, hic steterat Priami regia Celsa senis.

1324Bian. Conster them.

1325Luc. Hic Ibat, as I told you before, Simois, I am Lu-

1326centio, hic est, sonne vnto Vincentio of Pisa, Sigeria tel-

1327lus, disguised thus to get your loue, hic steterat, and that

1328Lucentio that comes a wooing, priami, is my man Tra-

1329nio, regia, bearing my port, celsa senis that we might be-

1330guile the old Pantalowne.

1331Hort. Madam, my Instrument's in tune.

1332Bian. Let's heare, oh fie, the treble iarres.

1333Luc. Spit in the hole man, and tune againe.

1334Bian. Now let mee see if I can conster it. Hic ibat si-

1335mois, I know you not, hic est sigeria tellus, I trust you not,

1336hic staterat priami, take heede he heare vs not, regia pre-

1337sume not, Celsa senis, despaire not.

1338Hort. Madam, tis now in tune.

1339Luc. All but the base.

1340Hort. The base is right, 'tis the base knaue that iars.

1341Luc. How fiery and forward our Pedant is,

1342Now for my life the knaue doth court my loue,

1343Pedascule, Ile watch you better yet:

1344In time I may beleeue, yet I mistrust.

1345Bian. Mistrust it not, for sure AEacides

1346Was Aiax cald so from his grandfather.

1347Hort. I must beleeue my master, else I promise you,

1348I should be arguing still vpon that doubt,

1349But let it rest, now Litio to you:

1350Good master take it not vnkindly pray

1351That I haue beene thus pleasant with you both.

1352Hort. You may go walk, and giue me leaue a while,

1353My Lessons make no musicke in three parts.

1354Luc. Are you so formall sir, well I must waite

1355And watch withall, for but I be deceiu'd,

1356Our fine Musitian groweth amorous.

1357Hor. Madam, before you touch the instrument,

1358To learne the order of my fingering,

1359I must begin with rudiments of Art,

1360To teach you gamoth in a briefer sort,

1361More pleasant, pithy, and effectuall,

1362Then hath beene taught by any of my trade,

1363And there it is in writing fairely drawne.

1364Bian. Why, I am past my gamouth long agoe.

1365Hor. Yet read the gamouth of Hortentio.

1366Bian. Gamouth I am, the ground of all accord:

1367Are, to plead Hortensio's passion:

1368Beeme, Bianca take him for thy Lord

1369Cfavt, that loues with all affection:

1370D solre, one Cliffe, two notes haue I,

1371Ela mi, show pitty or I die,

1372Call you this gamouth? tut I like it not,

1373Old fashions please me best, I am not so nice

1374To charge true rules for old inuentions.

1376Nicke. Mistresse, your father prayes you leaue your (books,

1377And helpe to dresse your sisters chamber vp,

1378You know to morrow is the wedding day.

1379Bian. Farewell sweet masters both, I must be gone.

1380Luc. Faith Mistresse then I haue no cause to stay.

1381Hor. But I haue cause to pry into this pedant,

1382Methinkes he lookes as though he were in loue:

1383Yet if thy thoughts Bianca be so humble

1384To cast thy wandring eyes on euery stale:

1385Seize thee that List, if once I finde thee ranging,

1386Hortensio will be quit with thee by changing. Exit.