Andrew Atroshenko The Passion of Music painting
Diego Rivera The Flower Seller painting
Then at my lodging, an it like you:There doth my father lie; and there, this night,We'll pass the business privately and well.Send for your daughter by your servant here:My boy shall fetch the scrivener presently.The worst is this, that, at so slender warning,You are like to have a thin and slender pittance.
BAPTISTA
It likes me well. Biondello, hie you home,And bid Bianca make her ready straight;And, if you will, tell what hath happened,Lucentio's father is arrived in Padua,And how she's like to be Lucentio's wife.
BIONDELLO
I pray the gods she may with all my heart!
TRANIO
Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone.
[Exit BIONDELLO]
Signior Baptista, shall I lead the way?Welcome! one mess is like to be your cheer:Come, sir; we will better it in Pisa.
BAPTISTA
I follow you.
[Exeunt TRANIO, Pedant, and BAPTISTA
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