[113] _peasant_] _pleasant_ Pope (ed. 2). [115] _these_] F1 Q. _the_ F2 F3 F4. [122] _here are_] F1 Q. om. F2 F3 F4. [123] [Exeunt Servants] Ex. Ser. Ff Q. Exeunt some of the servants. Cloth lay'd. Capell. [124] [Singing.] Theobald. See note (XVII). _led--_] _led_, _say they:_-- Capell. [125] _those--_] _those villains?_ Capell. [126] _Soud_ ... _soud_] _Sù_ ... _sù_. A. A. (N. and Q.) conj. [Humming. Hanmer. [Wipes himself. Capell. [128] _rogues_] _rogue_ Hammer. [Sings.] Rowe. [131] _Out_] _Out_, _out_ Pope. [132] _mend_] _mind_ Hanmer. [Strikes him.] Rowe. [134] _my_] _by_ Hanmer (a misprint). [137] [Water presented. Capell. [Enter..] Ff Q (after line 133). om. Capell. [138] [Servant lets the ewer fall. Capell. [141] _flap-ear'd_] _flatear'd_ Rowe. [144] _What's_] _What is_ Hanmer. _Ay_] _Yes_ Rowe. Peter.] F1 Q. Ser F2 F3 F4. [145] _all the_] _all the rest o'the_ Capell. [149] [Throws....] Rowe. [160] _to-morrow_] _for to-morrow_ Pope. [162] [Exeunt] Ff Q. [Exit, leading out Cat. Cur. follows. Capell. [163-166] _Peter_ ... _chamber_] As two lines in Capell, ending _kills her_ ... _chamber_. [164] [Re-enter Curtis.] Enter Curtis a servant. Ff Q (after line 165). [166-171] _In her_ ... _hither_] Pope. Printed as prose in Ff Q. [168] _swears_] _sweare_ F2. _that she_] _and she_ Rowe. [171] [Exeunt.] Pope. om. Ff Q. [172] SCENE III. Pope. [180] _bate_ ... _beat_] _baite_ ... _beate_ F1 Q F2. _bait_ ... _beat_ F3 F4. [182] _she shall_] _shall_ F3 F4. [186] _another_] _that_ Pope. [187] _I intend_] _I'll pretend_ Rowe (ed. 2). SCENE II. _Padua_. _Before_ BAPTISTA'S _house_. _Enter_ TRANIO _and_ HORTENSIO. _Tra._ Is't possible, friend Licio, that Mistress Bianca Doth fancy any other but Lucentio? I tell you, sir, she bears me fair in hand. _Hor._ Sir, to satisfy you in what I have said, Stand by and mark the manner of his teaching. 5 _Enter_ BIANCA _and_ LUCENTIO. _Luc._ Now, mistress, profit you in what you read? _Bian._ What, master, read you? first resolve me that. _Luc._ I read that I profess, the Art to Love. _Bian._ And may you prove, sir, master of your art! _Luc._ While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of my heart! 10 _Hor._ Quick proceeders, marry! Now, tell me, I pray, You that durst swear that your mistress Bianca Loved none in the world so well as Lucentio. _Tra._ O despiteful love! unconstant womankind! I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful. 15 _Hor._ Mistake no more: I am not Licio, Nor a musician, as I seem to be; But one that scorn to live in this disguise, For such a one as leaves a gentleman, And makes a god of such a cullion: 20 Know, sir, that I am call'd Hortensio.