Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tra. A vengeance on your crafty withered hide,
Tra. Yet I haue fac'd it with a card of ten:
Tra. 'Tis in my head to doe my master good:
Tra. I see no reason but suppos'd Lucentio
Tra. Must get a father, call'd suppos'd Vincentio,
Tra. And that's a wonder: fathers commonly
Tra. Doe get their children: but in this case of woing,
Tra. A childe shall get a sire, if I faile not of my cunning.
Tra. Exit.
Tra. Actus Tertia.
Tra. [Act 3, Scene 1]
Tra. Enter Lucentio, Hortentio, and Bianca.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Fidler forbeare, you grow too forward Sir,
Luc. Haue you so soone forgot the entertainment
Luc. Her sister Katherine welcom'd you withall.
Hort. Hort.
Hort. But wrangling pedant, this is
Hort. The patronesse of heauenly harmony:
Hort. Then giue me leaue to haue prerogatiue,