_Luc._ I have it, Tranio. _Tra._ Master, for my hand, Both our inventions meet and jump in one. 185 _Luc._ Tell me thine first. _Tra._ You will be schoolmaster And undertake the teaching of the maid: That's your device. _Luc._ It is: may it be done? _Tra._ Not possible; for who shall bear your part, And be in Padua here Vincentio's son; 190 Keep house and ply his book, welcome his friends, Visit his countrymen and banquet them? _Luc._ Basta; content thee, for I have it full. We have not yet been seen in any house, Nor can we be distinguish'd by our faces 195 For man or master; then it follows thus; Thou shalt be master, Tranio, in my stead, Keep house and port and servants, as I should: I will some other be; some Florentine, Some Neapolitan, or meaner man of Pisa. 200 'Tis hatch'd and shall be so: Tranio, at once Uncase thee; take my colour'd hat and cloak: When Biondello comes, he waits on thee; But I will charm him first to keep his tongue. _Tra._ So had you need. 205 In brief, sir, sith it your pleasure is, And I am tied to be obedient; For so your father charged me at our parting, 'Be serviceable to my son,' quoth he, Although I think 'twas in another sense; 210 I am content to be Lucentio, Because so well I love Lucentio. _Luc._ Tranio, be so, because Lucentio loves: And let me be a slave, to achieve that maid Whose sudden sight hath thrall'd my wounded eye. 215 Here comes the rogue. _Enter_ BIONDELLO. Sirrah, where have you been? _Bion._ Where have I been! Nay, how now! where are you? Master, has my fellow Tranio stolen your clothes? Or you stolen his? or both? pray, what's the news? _Luc._ Sirrah, come hither: 'tis no time to jest, 220 And therefore frame your manners to the time. Your fellow Tranio here, to save my life, Puts my apparel and my countenance on, And I for my escape have put on his; For in a quarrel since I came ashore 225 I kill'd a man and fear I was descried: Wait you on him, I charge you, as becomes, While I make way from hence to save my life: You understand me? _Bion._ I, sir! ne'er a whit. _Luc._ And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth: 230 Tranio is changed into Lucentio. _Bion._ The better for him: would I were so too!