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Then well one more may fair Bianca have;

And so she shall. Lucentio shall make one,

Though Paris came in hope to speed alone.

Gre.

What, this gentleman will out-talk us all.

Luc.

Sir, give him head, I know he’ll prove a jade.

Pet.

Hortensio, to what end are all these words?

Hor.

Sir, let me be so bold as ask you,

Did you yet ever see Baptista’s daughter?

Tra.

No, sir, but hear I do that he hath two:

The one as famous for a scolding tongue,

As is the other for beauteous modesty.

Pet.

Sir, sir, the first’s for me, let her go by.

Gre.

Yea, leave that labor to great Hercules,

And let it be more than Alcides’ twelve.

Pet.

Sir, understand you this of me, in sooth:

The youngest daughter, whom you hearken for,

Her father keeps from all access of suitors,

And will not promise her to any man,

Until the elder sister first be wed.

The younger then is free, and not before.

Tra.

If it be so, sir, that you are the man

Must stead us all, and me amongst the rest;

And if you break the ice, and do this [feat],