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That by degrees we mean to look into,
And watch our vantage in this business.
We’ll overreach the greybeard Gremio, [145]
The narrow-prying father Minola,
The quaint musician, amorous Litio;
All for my master’s sake, Lucentio.
Enter Gremio.
Signor Gremio, came you from the church?
GREMIO
As willingly as e’er I came from school. [150]
T RANIO
And is the bride and bridegroom coming home?
GREMIO
A bridegroom, say you? ’Tis a groom indeed,
A grumbling groom, and that the girl shall find.
T RANIO
Curster than she? Why, ’tis impossible.
GREMIO
Why, he’s devil, a devil, a very fiend. [155]
T RANIO
Why, she’s a devil, a devil, the devil’s dam.
GREMIO
Tut! She’s a lamb, a dove, a fool to him.
I’ll tell you, Sir Lucentio, when the priest
Should ask if Katherine should be his wife,
‘Ay, by gogs-wouns,’ quoth he, and swore so loud [160]
That all amaz’d the priest let fall the book,
And as he stoop’d again to take it up,
The mad-brain’d bridegroom took him such a cuff
That down fell priest and book, and book and priest.
‘Now take them up,’ quoth he, ‘if any list.’ [165]
T RANIO
