_ Why, how now, daughter Katherine? in your _dumps_?
_Shrew._ Act III. i. Hortensio and Lucentio, the sham musical and
classical tutors, give a lesson to Bianca. They quarrel which is to
start first.
_Lucentio._ _Fiddler, forbear_: you grow too forward, sir.
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_Hortensio._ But, wrangling pedant, _this is
The patroness of heavenly harmony_;
Then give me leave to have prerogative,
And _when in music we have spent an hour_,
Your lecture shall have leisure for as much.
_Luc._ Preposterous ass, that never read so far
To know the cause why music was ordained!
Was it not to refresh the mind of man,
_After his studies_, or his usual pain?
Then give me leave to read philosophy,
And _while I pause, serve in your harmony_.
Bianca settles the question, and orders Hortensio (l. 22):
Take you your instrument, _play you the whiles_;
His lecture will be done, _ere you have tun'd_.
_Hor._ You'll leave his lecture, when I am in tune?
_Luc._ _That will be never_: tune your instrument.
Lucentio now goes on with his 'classics'; further on--
_Hor._ [Returning]. Madam, _my instrument's in tune_.
_Bianca._ Let's hear. [_Hor._ plays.] O fie! the _treble jars_.
_Luc._ _Spit in the hole_, man, and tune again.
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