Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1590-1604] (Annals) comedy · Pembroke's Men unassigned nearest T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe · 483 words
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Madam, my Instrument's in tune. Let's hear, oh fie, the triple jars. Spit in the hole man, and tune again. Now let me see if I can construe it. Hic ibat simois, I know you not, hic est sigeria tellus, I trust you not, hic staterat priami, take heed he hear us not, regia presume not, Celsa senis, despair not. Madam, 'tis now in tune. All but the base. The base is right, 'tis the base knave that jars. How fiery and forward our Pedant is, Now for my life the knave doth court my love, Pedascule, I'll watch you better yet: In time I may believe, yet I mistrust. Mistrust it not, for sure Aeacides Was Atax called so from his grandfather. I must believe my master, else I promise you, I should be arguing still upon that doubt, But let it rest, now Litio to you: Good master take it not unkindly pray That I have been thus pleasant with you both. You may go walk, and give me leave a while, My Lessons make no music in three parts. Are you so formal sir, well I must wait And watch withal, for but I be deceived, Our fine Musician groweth amorous. Madam, before you touch the instrument, To learn the order of my fingering, I must begin with rudiments of Art, To teach you gamoth in a briefer sort, More pleasant, pithy, and effectual, Then hath been taught by any of my trade, And there it is in writing fairly drawn. Why, I am passed my gamouth long ago. Yet read the gamouth of Hortentio. Gamouth I am, the ground of all accord: Are, to plead Hortensio's passion: Beeme, Bianca take him for thy Lord Cfaut, that loves with all affection: D solre, one Cliff, two notes have I, Elami, show pity or I die. Call you this gamouth? tut I like it not, Old fashions please me best, I am not so nice To charge true rules for old inventions. Mistress, your father prays you leave your books, And help to dress your sister's chamber up, You know to morrow is the wedding day. Farewell sweet masters both, I must be gone. Faith Mistress than I have no cause to stay. But I have cause to pry into this pedant, Methinks he looks as though he were in love: Yet if thy thoughts Bianca be so humble To cast thy wand'ring eyes on every stolen: Seize thee that List, if once I find thee ranging, Hortensio will be quit with thee by changing. Signior Lucentio, this is the pointed day That Katherine and Petruchio should be married, And yet we hear not of our son in Law: What will be said, what mockery will it be? To want the Bridegroom when the Priest attends To speak the ceremonial rites of marriage? What says Lucentio to this shame of ours?
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Madam, my Inſtrument's in tune. Let's heare, oh fie, the treble iarres. Spit in the hole man, and tune againe. Now let mee ſee if I can conſter it. Hic ibat ſimois, I know you not, hic eſt ſigeria tellus, I truſt you not, hic ſtaterat priami, take heede he heare vs not, regia preſume not, Celſa ſenis, deſpaire not. Madam, tis now in tune. All but the baſe. The baſe is right, 'tis the baſe knaue that iars. How fiery and forward our Pedant is, Now for my life the knaue doth court my loue, Pedaſcule, Ile watch you better yet: In time I may beleeue, yet I miſtruſt. Miſtruſt it not, for ſure Aeacides Was Atax cald ſo from his grandfather. I muſt beleeue my maſter, elſe I promiſe you, I ſhould be arguing ſtill vpon that doubt, But let it reſt, now Litio to you: Good maſter take it not vnkindly pray That I haue beene thus pleaſant with you both. You may go walk, and giue me leaue a while, My Leſſons make no muſicke in three parts. Are you ſo formall ſir, well I muſt waite And watch withall, for but I be deceiu'd, Our fine Muſitian groweth amorous. Madam, before you touch the inſtrument, To learne the order of my fingering, I muſt begin with rudiments of Art, To teach you gamoth in a briefer ſort, More pleaſant, pithy, and effectuall, Then hath beene taught by any of my trade, And there it is in writing fairely drawne. Why, I am paſt my gamouth long agoe. Yet read the gamouth of Hortentio. Gamouth I am, the ground of all accord: Are, to plead Hortenſio's paſſion: Beeme, Bianca take him for thy Lord Cfavt, that loues with all affection: D ſolre, one Cliffe, two notes haue I, Elami, ſhow pitty or I die. Call you this gamouth? tut I like it not, Old faſhions pleaſe me beſt, I am not ſo nice To charge true rules for old inuentions. Miſtreſſe, your father prayes you leaue your books, And helpe to dreſſe your ſiſters chamber vp, You know to morrow is the wedding day. Farewell ſweet maſters both, I muſt be gone. Faith Miſtreſſe then I haue no cauſe to ſtay. But I haue cauſe to pry into this pedant, Methinkes he lookes as though he were in loue: Yet if thy thoughts Bianca be ſo humble To caſt thy wandring eyes on euery ſtale: Seize thee that Liſt, if once I finde thee ranging, Hortenſio will be quit with thee by changing. Signior Lucentio, this is the pointed day That Katherine and Petruchio ſhould be married, And yet we heare not of our ſonne in Law: What will be ſaid, what mockery will it be? To want the Bride-groome when the Prieſt attends To ſpeake the ceremoniall rites of marriage? What ſaies Lucentio to this ſhame of ours?