Act 4 - Scene 1
Padua. BAPTISTA'S house.
Enter LUCENTIO, HORTENSIO, and BIANCA
Fiddler, forbear; you grow too forward, sir:
Have you so soon forgot the entertainment
Her sister Katharina
welcomed you withal?
But, wrangling pedant, this is
The patroness of heavenly harmony:
Then give me leave to have prerogative;
when in music we have spent an hour,
Your lecture shall have leisure for as much.
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.
Sirrah, I will not bear these braves of thine.
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.
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 tuned.
You'll leave his lecture when I am in tune?
That will be never: tune your instrument.
Where left we last?
'Hic ibat Simois; hic est Sigeia tellus;
Hic steterat Priami regia celsa senis.'
'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,'
my port, 'celsa senis,' that we might
beguile the old pantaloon.
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