_Bian._ Sister, content you in my discontent. 80 Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe: My books and instruments shall be my company, On them to look and practise by myself. _Luc._ Hark, Tranio! thou may'st hear Minerva speak. _Hor._ Signior Baptista, will you be so strange? 85 Sorry am I that our good will effects Bianca's grief. _Gre._ Why will you mew her up, Signior Baptista, for this fiend of hell, And make her bear the penance of her tongue? _Bap._ Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolved: 90 Go in, Bianca: [_Exit Bianca._ And for I know she taketh most delight In music, instruments and poetry, Schoolmasters will I keep within my house, Fit to instruct her youth. If you, Hortensio, 95 Or Signior Gremio, you, know any such, Prefer them hither; for to cunning men I will be very kind, and liberal To mine own children in good bringing-up: And so farewell. Katharina, you may stay; 100 For I have more to commune with Bianca. [_Exit._ _Kath._ Why, and I trust I may go too, may I not? What, shall I be appointed hours; as though, belike, I knew not what to take, and what to leave, ha? [_Exit._ _Gre._ You may go to the devil's dam: your gifts are so 105 good, here's none will hold you. Their love is not so great, Hortensio, but we may blow our nails together, and fast it fairly out: our cake's dough on both sides. Farewell: yet, for the love I bear my sweet Bianca, if I can by any means light on a fit man to teach her that wherein she 110 delights, I will wish him to her father. _Hor._ So will I, Signior Gremio: but a word, I pray. Though the nature of our quarrel yet never brooked parle, know now, upon advice, it toucheth us both, that we may yet again have access to our fair mistress, and be happy rivals 115 in Bianca's love, to labour and effect one thing specially. _Gre._ What's that, I pray? _Hor._ Marry, sir, to get a husband for her sister. _Gre._ A husband! a devil. _Hor._ I say, a husband. 120 _Gre._ I say, a devil. Thinkest thou, Hortensio, though her father be very rich, any man is so very a fool to be married to hell? _Hor._ Tush, Gremio, though it pass your patience and mine to endure her loud alarums, why, man, there be good 125 fellows in the world, an a man could light on them, would take her with all faults, and money enough. _Gre._ I cannot tell; but I had as lief take her dowry with this condition, to be whipped at the high-cross every morning.