Pet. Go, take it up unto thy master's use. Gru. Villain, not for thy life: Take up my mistress' gown for thy master's use! Pet. Why, sir, what's your conceit in that? Gru. O, sir, the conceit is deeper than you think for: Tale up my mistress' gown to his master's use! O, fy, fy, fy! Pet. Hortensio, say thou wilt see the tailor paid. (Aside.) Hor. Tailor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-morrow. Take no unkindness of his hasty words: Away, I say; commend me to thy master. Go take it hence; begone, and say no more. [Exit Tailor. Pet. Well, come, my Kate; we will unto your father's, Even in these honest mean habiliments; Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor: For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich; And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, What, is the jay more precious than the lark, Kath. I dare assure you, sir, 'tis almost two; It shall be what o'clock I say it is. Hor. Why, so! this gallant will command the sun. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-Padua. Before Baptista's House. 1 Enter TRANIO, and the Pedant dressed like VINCENTIO. Tra. Sir, this is the house: Please it you, that I call ? Ped. Ay, what else? and, but I be deceived, Near twenty years ago, in Genoa, where Tra. 'Tis well; And hold your own, in any case, with such Enter BIONDELLO. Ped. I warrant you: But, sir, here comes your boy; Twere good, he were school'd. Tra. Pear you not him.-Sirrah, Biondello, Now do your duty throughly, I advise you; Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio. Bion. Tut! fear not me. Tra. But hast thou done thy errand to Baptista? Bion. I told him, that your father was at Venice; And that you look'd for him this day in Padua. Tra. Thou 'rt a tall fellow; hold thee that to drink. Here comes Baptista :-set your countenance, sir. Enter BAPTISTA and LUCENTIO. Signior Baptista, you are happily met.Sir, (To the Pedant.) This is the gentleman I told you of; I pray you, stand good father to me now, Give me Bianca for my patrimony. Ped. Soft, son! Sir, by your leave; having come to Padua To have him match'd: and,-if you please to like Signior Baptista, of whom I hear so well. Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say,- Tra. I thank you, sir. Where then do you know We be affied; and such assurance ta'en, As shall with either part's agreement stand? [best, Bap. Not in my house, Lucentio; for you know, Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, sir: And how she's like to be Lucentio's wire. Luc. I pray the gods she may, with all my heart: Tra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone. Signior Baptista, shall I lead the way? Welcome! one mess is like to be your cheer: Bap. I follow you. [Exeunt Tranio, Pedant, and Baptista. Bion. Cambio. Luc. What say'st thou, Biondello ? Bion. 'Faith, nothing; but he has left me hero behind, to expound the meaning or moral of his signs and tokens. Luc. I pray thee, moralize them. Bion. Then thus. Baptista is safe, talking with the deceiving father of a deceitful son. Luc. And what of him ? Bion. His daughter is to be brought by you to the supper. Luc. And then ? Bion. The old priest at Saint Luke's church is at your command at all hours. Luc. And what of all this? Bion. I cannot tell; except they are busied about a counterfeit assurance: Take you assurance of her, cum privilegio ad imprimendum solum: to the church ;take the priest, clerk, and some sufficient honest witnesses: If this be not that you look for, I have no more to say, But, bid Bianca farewell for ever and a day. (Going.) Luc. Hear'st thou, Biondello ? Bion. I cannot tarry: I knew a wench married in an afternoon as she went to the garden for parsley to stuff a rabbit; and so may you, sir; and so adieu, sir. My master hath appointed me to go to Saint Luke's to bid the priest be ready to come, against you come with your appendix. [Exit Luc. I may, and will, if she be so contented She will be pleased, then wherefore should I doubt? Hap what hap may, I'll roundly go about her; It shall go hard, if Cambio go without her. SCENE V.-A Puhlie Read [Exi'. Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, and HORTENSIO. Pet. Come on, o' God's name; once more toward our father's. Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the moon! Go on, and fetch our horses back again.- Kath. Forward, I pray, since we have come so far, Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me. Pet. I say, it is the moon. Kath. I know it is. Pet. Nay, then you lie; it is the blessed sun. Kath. Then God be bless'd, it is the blessed sun :But sun it is not, when you say it is not; And the moon changes, even as your mind. What you will have it named, even that it is; And so it shall be so, for Katharine. Hor. Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is won. Pet Well, forward, forward: thus the bowl should run, And not unluckily against the bias.— But soft; what company is coming here? Enter VINCENTIO, in a travelling dress. Good morrow, gentle mistress: Where away?(To Vincentio.) Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too, Her. 'A will make the man mad, to make a woman of him. Kath. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and sweet, Whither away; or where is thy abode ? Happy the parents of so fair a child; Happier the man, whom favourable stars Allot thee for his lovely bed-fellow ! Pet. Why, how now, Kate! I hope thou art not mad: This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither'd; And not a maiden, as thou say'st he is. Kath. Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes, That have been so bedazzled with the sun, G |