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To see fair Padua, nursery of arts,
I am arriv'd in fruitful Lombardy,
And by my father's love and leave am arm'd
With his good will and thy good company.
Who sent me hither from our home in Pisa,
On this, the first day of the scholar's year,
To study at the university,
And therefore, Tranio, for the time I'll study
Virtue, and that part of philosophy
Tell me, Tranio,
Tell me thy mind, for I have Pisa left
And am to Padua come
As he that leaves
I am in all affected as yourself,
Glad that you thus continue your resolve
But... let us not be so confined by learning
That love becomes an outcast...
No profit grows
where is no pleasure taken. Huh?
Come scholar come scholar
Tell me true
What can I teach you to do do do?
Teach me no scholarship nor no trade
Teach me to tumble thee
Who would his love bestow
Beauty's a thing to show
O let me tell gentle maiden
Let me tell
If it be true
If true it be
Take pity and give me leave
To do for thee
All that Adam did for Eve
I'll do it well gentle maid
I'll do it well
Tranio, I burn, I pine, I perish, Tranio,
Is it possible
Haste to the house. Your sister is mad.
Out of my way, fool!
- Bianca... Bianca! Bian...
- Signor Baptista...
Gentlemen, importune me no further,
For how I firmly am resolv'd you know,
Before I have a husband for the elder.
Before I have a husband for the elder!
If either of you two love Katharina,
Leave shall you have
to court her at your pleasure.
I pray you, Father, is it your will
Mates, maid, how mean you that?
No mates for you
Unless you were of milder, gentler mould.
I' faith, sir, you shall have no need to fear.
Such mating is not half way to my heart.
To paint your face, and use you like a fool.
And comb your noddle
with a three-legg'd stool.
or wonderful forward.
But in the other's silence I do see
Maid's mild behaviour and sobriety.
Let it not displease thee, good Bianca,
For I will love thee none the less... my girl.
O, sister, content you in my discontent.
My books and instruments
shall be my company,
On them to look and practise by myself.
O, Tranio, thou may'st hear a goddess speak.
Go in, Bianca.
O, no! Why, will you lock her up,
Signor Baptista, for this fiend of hell,
And make her bear the penance of her tongue?
- Gentlemen, content ye. I am resolv'd.
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