Page 1463 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

Take you your instrument, play you the whiles;
His lecture will be done ere you have tun’d.

HORT ENSIO

You’ll leave his lecture when I am in tune?

LUCENT IO

That will be never. Tune your instrument. [25]

BIANCA

Where left we last?

LUCENT IO

Here, madam:
Hic ibat Simois, hic est Sigeia tellus,
Hic steterat Priami regia celsa senis.

BIANCA

Construe them. [30]

LUCENT IO

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 [35] might beguile
the old pantaloon.

HORT ENSIO

Madam, my instrument’s in tune.

BIANCA

Let’s hear. O fie! The treble jars.

LUCENT IO

Spit in the hole, man, and tune again.

BIANCA

Now let me see if I can construe it: Hic ibat [40] Simois, I know you not -
hic est Sigeia tellus, I trust you not - Hic steterat Priami, take heed he