MUSICAL EDUCATION

The following passages give a lively picture of what a music-master

might have to put up with from young ladies of quality.

_Shrew._ II, i, 142. Re-enter HORTENSIO with his head broken.

_Bap._ How now, my friend? why dost thou look so pale?

_Hor._ For fear, I promise you, if I look pale.

_Bap._ What, will my daughter [Kate] prove a good musician?

_Hor._ I think, she'll sooner prove a soldier:

Iron may hold her, but never _lutes_.

_Bap._ Why, then thou canst not _break her_ to the lute?

_Hor._ Why, no, for _she hath broke the lute to me_.

I did but tell her she _mistook her frets_,

And bow'd her hand to _teach her fingering_,

When, with a most impatient, devilish spirit,

"_Frets_ call you these?" quoth she; "I'll _fume_ with them;"

And with that word she struck me on the head,

And _through the instrument my pate made way_;

And there I stood amazed for a while,

_As on a pillory, looking through the lute_,

While she did call me _rascal fiddler_,

And, _twangling Jack_, with twenty such vile terms,

As had she studied to misuse me so.

_Shrew_ II, i, 277.

_Bap._ 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.

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