_Hor._ Faith, as you say, there's small choice in rotten 130 apples. But come; since this bar in law makes us friends, it shall be so far forth friendly maintained till by helping Baptista's eldest daughter to a husband we set his youngest free for a husband, and then have to't afresh. Sweet Bianca! Happy man be his dole! He that runs fastest gets 135 the ring. How say you, Signior Gremio? _Gre._ I am agreed; and would I had given him the best horse in Padua to begin his wooing that would thoroughly woo her, wed her and bed her and rid the house of her! Come on. [_Exeunt Gremio and Hortensio._ 140 _Tra._ I pray, sir, tell me, is it possible That love should of a sudden take such hold? _Luc._ O Tranio, till I found it to be true, I never thought it possible or likely; But see, while idly I stood looking on, 145 I found the effect of love in idleness: And now in plainness do confess to thee, That art to me as secret and as dear As Anna to the Queen of Carthage was, Tranio, I burn, I pine, I perish, Tranio, 150 If I achieve not this young modest girl. Counsel me, Tranio, for I know thou canst; Assist me, Tranio, for I know thou wilt. _Tra._ Master, it is no time to chide you now; Affection is not rated from the heart: 155 If love have touch'd you, nought remains but so, 'Redime te captum quam queas minimo.' _Luc._ Gramercies, lad, go forward; this contents: The rest will comfort, for thy counsel's sound. _Tra._ Master, you look'd so longly on the maid, 160 Perhaps you mark'd not what's the pith of all. _Luc._ O yes, I saw sweet beauty in her face, Such as the daughter of Agenor had, That made great Jove to humble him to her hand, When with his knees he kiss'd the Cretan strond. 165 _Tra._ Saw you no more? mark'd you not how her sister Began to scold and raise up such a storm That mortal ears might hardly endure the din? _Luc._ Tranio, I saw her coral lips to move And with her breath she did perfume the air: 170 Sacred and sweet was all I saw in her. _Tra._ Nay, then, 'tis time to stir him from his trance. I pray, awake, sir: if you love the maid, Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her. Thus it stands: Her eldest sister is so curst and shrewd 175 That till the father rid his hands of her, Master, your love must live a maid at home; And therefore has he closely mew'd her up, Because she will not be annoy'd with suitors. _Luc._ Ah, Tranio, what a cruel father's he! 180 But art thou not advised, he took some care To get her cunning schoolmasters to instruct her? _Tra._ Ay, marry, am I, sir; and now 'tis plotted.