Alexandre Cabanel The Birth of Venus painting
George Frederick Watts Watts Hope painting
Master, you look'd so longly on the maid,Perhaps you mark'd 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 kiss'd the Cretan strand.
TRANIO
Saw you no more? mark'd you not how her sisterBegan to scold and raise up such a stormThat mortal ears might hardly endure the din?
LUCENTIO
Tranio, I saw her coral lips to moveAnd with her breath she did perfume the air:Sacred and sweet was all I saw in her.
TRANIO
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 shrewdThat till the father rid his hands of her,Master, your love must live a maid at home;And therefore has he closely mew'd her up,Because she will not be annoy'd with suitors.
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