Near twenty years ago in Genoa, Where we were lodgers, at the Pegafus. Tra. 'Tis well, and hold your own in any cafe With fuch aufterity as longeth to a father. Enter Biondello. Ped. I warrant you: but, Sir, here comes your boy; 'Twere good, he were school'd. Tra. Fear you not him; firrah, Biondello, Now do your duty throughly, I advise Imagine, 'twere the right Vincentio. Bion. Tut, fear not me. you: Tra. But haft thou done thy errand to Baptifta? Bion. I told him, that your father was in Venice; And that you look'd for him this day in Padua. Tra. Th' art a tall fellow, hold thee that to drink; Here comes Baptifta; fet your countenance, Sir. Enter Baptifta and Lucentio. Tra. Signior Baptifta, you are happily met: I pray you ftand, good Father, to me now, Ped. Soft, fon, Sir, by your leave, having come to Padua To gather in fome debts, my fon Lucentio With one consent to have her so bestowed: Signior Baptifta, of whom I hear fo well. Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to fay: Be we affied; and fuch affurance ta’en, As fhall with either part's agreement stand? know Bap. Not in my houfe, Lucentio; for, you know, Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants; Befides, old Gremio is hearkning ftill; And, haply, then we might be interrupted. Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, Sir, There doth my Father lye; and there this night We'll pass the business privately and well: Send for your daughter by your fervant here, My boy fhall fetch the fcrivener presently. The worst is this, that at fo flender warning You're like to have a thin and flender pittance. Bap. It likes me well. Go, Cambio, hie you home, And bid Bianca make her ready ftraight: And if you will, tell what hath happen'd here: Lucentio's father is arriv'd in Padua, And how fhe's like to be Lucentio's wife. Luc. I pray the Gods she may, with all my heart! Tra. Dally not, with the Gods, but Signior Baptifta, fhall I lead the way? [Exit. get thee gone Welcome! Welcome! one mess is like to be your cheer. Bap. I'll follow you. [Exeunt. XI. Enter Lucentio and Biondello. Bion. Cambio. Luc. What fay'ft thou, Biondello? Bion. You faw my mafter wink and laugh upon you. Luc. Biondello, what of that? Bion. Faith, nothing; But ha's left me here behind to expound the meaning or moral of his figns and tokens. Luc. I pray thee, moralize them. Bion. Then thus. Baptifta is fafe, talking with the deceiving father of a deceitful fon. Luc. And what of him? Bion. His Daughter is to be brought by you to the fupper. Luc. And then? Bion. The old Prieft at St. Luke's Church is at your command at all hours. Luc. And what of all this? Bion. I cannot tell; expect, they are bufied about a counterfeit affurance; take you affurance of her, Cum privilegio ad imprimendum folùm; to th' Church take the Prieft, Clark, and fome fufficient honest witneffes: If this be not that you look for, I have no more to say, but bid Bianca farewel for ever and a day.. Luc. Hear'ft thou, Biondello? Bion. I cannot tarry; I knew a wench married in an afternoon as fhe went to the garden for parfly to ftuff a rabbet; and fo may you, Sir, and fo, adieu, Sir; my Mafter hath appointed me to go to St. Luke's, to bid the Priest be ready to come against you come with your Appendix. [Exit. Luc Luc. I may and will, if she be so contented: She will be pleas'd, then wherefore fhould I doubt? Hap what hap may, I'll roundly go about her : It fhall go hard, if Cambio go without her. SCENE XII. A green Lane. [Exit. Enter Petruchio, Catharina, and Hortenfio. Pet. COME on, o'God's name, once more tow❜rds our Father's. Good Lord, how bright and goodly fhines the Moon! Cath. The Moon! the Sun: it is not Moon-light now. Pet. I fay, it is the Moon that fhines fo bright. Cath. I know it is the Sun that fhines fo bright. Pet. Now by my mother's fon, and that's my self, It fhall be Moon, or Star, or what I list, Or ere I journey to your father's house: Go on, and fetch our horfes back again. Evermore croft and croft, nothing but croft! Hor. Say, as he fays, or we fhall never go. Cath. Forward I pray, fince we are come so far, And be it Moon, or Sun, or what you please: And if you please to call it a rush candle, Henceforth I vow it fhall be so for me. Pet. I fay, it is the Moon. Cath. I know, it is the Moon. Pet. Nay, then you lye; it is the bleffed Sun. Hor. Petrusbio, go thy way, the field is won. Hh Pet. Pet. Well, forward, forward, thus the bowl fhould run; And not unluckily against the bias: But foft, fome company is coming here. SCENE Enter Vincentio. XIII. Good-morrow, gentle mistress, where away? [To Vincentio. Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too, Haft thou beheld a frefher Gentlewoman? Such war of white and red within her cheeks! What stars do fpangle heaven with fuch beauty, As those two eyes become that heav'nly face? Fair lovely Maid, once more good day to thee: Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's fake. Hor. He will make the man mad, to make a woman of him. Cath. Young budding Virgin, fair, and fresh, and Whither away, or where is thy aboad? Happier the man, whom favourable stars Allot thee for his lovely bedfellow! Pet. Why, how now, Kate, I hope, thou art not This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, withered, Cath. Pardon, old Father, my mistaken eyes; known |