Hor. Yet read the gamut of Hortensio.
Bian. [reads] "['Gamut'] I am, the ground of all accord,
['A re,'] to plead Hortensio's passion;
['B mi,'] Bianca, take him for thy lord,
['C fa ut,'] that [loves] with all affection:
'D sol re,' one [clef,] [two] notes have I:
'E la mi,' [show] pity, or I die."
Call you this gamut? tut, I like it not:
Old fashions please me best; [I am] not so nice,