HORTENSIO.
Sir, to satisfy you in what I have said,
Stand by and mark the manner of his teaching.
[They stand aside.]
Enter Bianca and Lucentio.
LUCENTIO.
Now, mistress, profit you in what you read?
BIANCA.
What, master, read you? First resolve me that.
LUCENTIO.
I read that I profess, The Art to Love.
BIANCA.
And may you prove, sir, master of your art!
LUCENTIO.
While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of my heart.
[They retire.]
HORTENSIO.
Quick proceeders, marry! Now tell me, I pray,
You that durst swear that your Mistress Bianca
Lov’d none in the world so well as Lucentio.