_Tra._ _Mi perdonato_, gentle master mine, 25 I am in all affected as yourself; Glad that you thus continue your resolve To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy. Only, good master, while we do admire This virtue and this moral discipline, 30 Let's be no stoics nor no stocks, I pray; Or so devote to Aristotle's checks As Ovid be an outcast quite abjured: Balk logic with acquaintance that you have And practise rhetoric in your common talk; 35 Music and poesy use to quicken you; The mathematics and the metaphysics, Fall to them as you find your stomach serves you; No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en: In brief, sir, study what you most affect. 40 _Luc._ Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou advise. If, Biondello, thou wert come ashore, We could at once put us in readiness, And take a lodging fit to entertain Such friends as time in Padua shall beget. 45 But stay a while: what company is this? _Tra._ Master, some show to welcome us to town. _Enter_ BAPTISTA, KATHARINA, BIANCA, GREMIO, _and_ HORTENSIO. LUCENTIO _and_ TRANIO _stand by_. _Bap._ Gentlemen, importune me no farther, For how I firmly am resolved you know; That is, not to bestow my youngest daughter 50 Before I have a husband for the elder: If either of you both love Katharina, Because I know you well and love you well, Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure. _Gre._ [_Aside_] To cart her rather: she's too rough for me. 55 There, there, Hortensio, will you any wife? _Kath._ I pray you, sir, is it your will To make a stale of me amongst these mates? _Hor._ Mates, maid! how mean you that? no mates for you, Unless you were of gentler, milder mould. 60 _Kath._ I'faith, sir, you shall never need to fear: I wis it is not half way to her heart; But if it were, doubt not her care should be To comb your noddle with a three-legg'd stool And paint your face and use you like a fool. 65 _Hor._ From all such devils, good Lord deliver us! _Gre._ And me too, good Lord! _Tra._ Husht, master! here's some good pastime toward: That wench is stark mad or wonderful froward. _Luc._ But in the other's silence do I see 70 Maid's mild behaviour and sobriety. Peace, Tranio! _Tra._ Well said, master; mum! and gaze your fill. _Bap._ Gentlemen, that I may soon make good What I have said, Bianca, get you in: 75 And let it not displease thee, good Bianca, For I will love thee ne'er the less, my girl. _Kath._ A pretty peat! it is best Put finger in the eye, an she knew why.