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Exit.

GREMIO

You may go to the devil’s dam. Your gifts are [105] so good here’s none
will hold you. Their love is not so great, Hortensio, but we may blow our
nails together, and fast it fairly out. Our cake’s dough on both sides.
Farewell. Yet, for the love I bear my sweet Bianca, if I can by any means
light on a fit man to teach her [110] that wherein she delights, I will wish
him to her father.

HORT ENSIO

So will I, Signor Gremio. But a word, I pray. Though the nature of our
quarrel yet never brooked parle, know now, upon advice, it toucheth us
[115] both - that we may yet again have access to our fair mistress and
be happy rivals in Bianca’s love - to labour and effect one thing specially.

GREMIO

What’s that, I pray?

HORT ENSIO

Marry, sir, to get a husband for her sister. [120]

GREMIO

A husband? A devil.

HORT ENSIO

I say a husband.

GREMIO

I say a devil. Thinkest thou, Hortensio, though her father be very rich, any
man is so very a fool to be married to hell? [125]

HORT ENSIO

Tush, Gremio. Though it pass your patience and mine to endure her loud
alarums, why, man, there be good fellows in the world, and a man could
light on them, would take her with all faults, and money enough. [130]

GREMIO

I cannot tell. But I had as lief take her dowry with this condition, to be
whipped at the high cross every morning.