The Taming of the Shrew
Act 3, Scene 1
Bianca
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.
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.
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.
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.
Lucentio
“Hic ibat,” as I told you before, “Simois,” I am
Lucentio, “hic est,” son unto Vincentio of Pisa,
“Sigeia tellus,” disguised thus to get your love;
“Hic steterat,” and that Lucentio that comes
a-wooing, “Priami,” is my man Tranio, “regia,”
bearing my port, “celsa senis,” that we might
beguile the old pantaloon.
Lucentio, “hic est,” son unto Vincentio of Pisa,
“Sigeia tellus,” disguised thus to get your love;
“Hic steterat,” and that Lucentio that comes
a-wooing, “Priami,” is my man Tranio, “regia,”
bearing my port, “celsa senis,” that we might
beguile the old pantaloon.
Bianca
“‘Gamut’ I am, the ground of all accord,
‘A re,’ to Plead Hortensio’s passion;
‘B mi,’ Bianca, take him for thy lord,
‘C fa ut,’ that loves with all affection:
‘D sol re,’ one clef, two notes have I:
‘E la mi,’ show pity, or I die.”
Call you this gamut? tut, I like it not:
Old fashions please me best; I am not so nice,
To change true rules for old inventions.
‘A re,’ to Plead Hortensio’s passion;
‘B mi,’ Bianca, take him for thy lord,
‘C fa ut,’ that loves with all affection:
‘D sol re,’ one clef, two notes have I:
‘E la mi,’ show pity, or I die.”
Call you this gamut? tut, I like it not:
Old fashions please me best; I am not so nice,
To change true rules for old inventions.