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Tranio

I pray, sir, tell me, is it possible
That love should, of a sudden, take such hold?

Lucentio

O Tranio, till I found it to be true,
I never thought it possible or likely.
But see, while idly I stood looking on,
I found the effect of love in idleness.

Lucentio

And now in plainness do confess to thee —    
That art to me as secret and as dear    
As Anna to the Queen of Carthage was —
Tranio, I burn, I pine, I perish, Tranio,    
If I achieve not this young modest girl.

Tranio

Master, it is no time to chide you now;    
Affection is not rated from the heart.    
If love have touched you, naught remains but so.    
'Redime te captam quam queas minimo.'

Tranio

Master, you look'd so longly on the maid,    
Perhaps you marked not what's the pith of all.    

Lucentio

O yes, I saw sweet beauty in her face,
Such as the daughter of Agenor had,
That made great Jove to humble him to her hand    
When, with his knees, he kissed the Cretan strand.    

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