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.
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.