The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 3 of 9]Shakespeare, William
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The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 3 of 9]
Shakespeare, William
English drama
[347] _belong_] Rowe. _belongs_ Ff Q.
[351] _portion_] _proportion_ Theobald conj.
[352] _struck_] F3 F4. _strooke_ F1 Q F2. _stuck_ Rowe (ed. 1).
[362] _jointure_] Rowe. _ioynter_ F1 Q. _joynter_ F2 F3 F4.
[365] _not to_] _but to_ Warburton. _yet_ _to_ Staunton conj.
[367] _Marseilles'_] _Marcellus_ F1 Q. _Marsellis_ F2 F3 F4.
[384-389] _Well_ ... _Gremio_] Printed by Hanmer as five lines, ending
_resolv'd:_ ... _Catharine_ ... _following_ ... _if_ _you_ ...
_Gremio_.
[384, 385. _Well_ ... _resolved_] Capell; as one line in Ff Q.
[384] _gentlemen_] _gentlemen_, _then_ Pope, ending lines 384, 385
_resolv'd_ ... _know_.
[387] _the_] om. Hanmer.
_shall Bianca_] _Bianca shall_ Hanmer.
[388] _to you_] _to you_, _Lucentio_ Capell.
_make this assurance_] _Th' assurance_ _make_ Hanmer.
[400] _Must_] _May_ Rowe.
[401] _wonder_] _wonders_ Q.
[402] _wooing_] _winning_ Collier (Capell conj.).
[403] _cunning_] _doing_ Rann (Steevens conj.). See note (XIII).
ACT III.
SCENE I. _Padua_. BAPTISTA'S _house_.
_Enter_ LUCENTIO, HORTENSIO, _and_ BIANCA.
_Luc._ Fiddler, forbear; you grow too forward, sir:
Have you so soon forgot the entertainment
Her sister Katharine welcomed you withal?
_Hor._ But, wrangling pedant, this is
The patroness of heavenly harmony: 5
Then give me leave to have prerogative;
And when in music we have spent an hour,
Your lecture shall have leisure for as much.
_Luc._ Preposterous ass, that never read so far
To know the cause why music was ordain'd! 10
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.
_Hor._ Sirrah, I will not bear these braves of thine. 15
_Bian._ 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. 20
And, 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.
_Hor._ You'll leave his lecture when I am in tune?
_Luc._ That will be never: tune your instrument. 25
_Bian._ Where left we last?
_Luc._ Here, madam:
'Hic ibat Simois; hic est Sigeia tellus;
Hic steterat Priami regia celsa senis.'
_Bian._ Construe them. 30
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