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BAPT IST A Exit [Baptista].
Exit.
I must confess your offer is the best,
And let your father make her the assurance, [380]
She is your own; else, you must pardon me,
If you should die before him, where’s her dower?

T RANIO

That’s but a cavil. He is old, I young.

GREMIO

And may not young men die as well as old?

BAPT IST A

Well, gentlemen, [385]
I am thus resolv’d: on Sunday next you know
My daughter Katherine is to be married;
Now, on the Sunday following shall Bianca
Be bride to you, if you make this assurance;
If not, to Signor Gremio. [390]
And so I take my leave, and thank you both.

GREMIO

Adieu, good neighbour.

Now I fear thee not.
Sirrah, young gamester, your father were a fool
To give thee all, and in his waning age
Set foot under thy table. Tut, a toy! [395]
An old Italian fox is not so kind, my boy.

T RANIO

A vengeance on your crafty wither’d hide!
Yet I have fac’d it with a card of ten.
’Tis in my head to do my master good.
I see no reason but suppos’d Lucentio [400]
Must get a father, call’d suppos’d Vincentio.
And that’s a wonder. Fathers commonly
Do get their children; but in this case of wooing
A child shall get a sire, if I fail not of my cunning.