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hear us not - regia, presume not - celsa senis, despair not.

HORT ENSIO

Madam, ’tis now in tune.

LUCENT IO

All but the bass.

HORT ENSIO

The bass is right, ’tis the base knave that jars. [45]
[Aside.] How fiery and forward our pedant is.
Now, for my life, the knave doth court my love.
Pedascule, I’ll watch you better yet.

BIANCA

In time I may believe, yet I mistrust.

LUCENT IO

Mistrust it not - for, sure, Aeacides [50]
Was Ajax, call’d so from his grandfather.

BIANCA

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, [55]
That I have been thus pleasant with you both.

HORT ENSIO

[To Lucentio.]
You may go walk, and give me leave a while.
My lessons make no music in three parts.

LUCENT IO

Are you so formal, sir? Well, I must wait -
[Aside.] And watch, withal, for, but I be deceiv’d, [60]
Our fine musician groweth amorous.

HORT ENSIO

Madam, before you touch the instrument