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Lucentio

Tranio, I saw her coral lips to move,    
And with her breath she did perfume the air.
Sacred and sweet was all I saw in her.

Tranio

[Aside] Nay, then, 'tis time to stir him from his trance.
I pray, awake, sir. If you love the maid,
Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her. Thus it stands:    
Her eldest sister is so curst and shrewd    
That till the father rid his hands of her,
Master, your love must live a maid at home;    
And therefore has he closely mewed her up,   
Because she will not be annoyed with suitors.    

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