Lucentio:
What happy wind blows you to Padua from old Verona?
Petruchio:
Such wind as scatters young men through the world to seek their fortunes. And you?
Lucentio:
I came to study.
Petruchio:
I am glad that you thus combine your resolve to suck the sweets of sweet philosophy - the mathematics and the botany. Fall to them as your stomach serves. No profit grows where is no pleasure taken. In brief, sir, study. As for me...
[singing]
Petruchio:
I've come to wive it wealthily in Padua, If wealthily then happily in Padua. If my wife has a bag of gold, Do I care if the bag be old? I've come to wive it wealthily in Padua...
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