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SCE N E, before Baptifta's House:

Enter Tranio, and the Pedant drejt like Vincentio.

S'R;

TRANIO.
IR, this is the house ; please it you, that I call ?

Ped. Ay, what else! and (but I be deceived,
Signior Baptista may remember me
Near twenty years ago in Genoa,
Where we were lodgers, at the Pegasus. (19)

Tra. 'Tis well, and hold your own in any cafe
With such 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 you :
Imagine, 'twere the right l'incentio.

Bion. Tut, fear not me.
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 Baptista ; set your countenance, Sir.

Enter Baptista and Lucentio.
Tra. Signior Baptista, you are happily met ;
Sir, this is the gentleman I told you of;

(19) Tra. Wbere we were Lodgers at the Pegasus.] This Line has in all the Editions hitherto been given to Tranio. But Tra. inio could with no Propriety speak this, either in his assum'd or real Character. Lucentio was too young to know any thing of lodging with his Father, twenty years before at Genoa : and Tranio must be as much too young, or very unfit to reprefent and perfonate Lucentio. I have ventur'd to place the Line to the Pedant, to whom it must certainly belong, and is a Sequet of what he was before faying,

I pray you stand, good Father, to me now,
Give me Bianca for my patrimony.
Ped. Soft, fon. Sir, by your leave, having come to

Padua
To gather in some debts, my fon Lucentio
Made me acquainted wtth a weighty cause
Of love between your daughter and himfelf:
And for the good report I hear of you,
And for the love he beareth to your daughter,
And she to him ; to stay him not too long,
I am content in a good father's care
To have him match'd ; and if you please to like
No worse than I, Sir, upon

fome

agreement,
Me shall you find most ready and most willing
With one consent to have her so bestowed :
For curious I cannot be with you,
Signior Baptifta, of whom I hear fo well.

Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say:
Your plainness and your shortness please me well.
Right true it is, your fon Lucentio here
Doth love my daughter, and she loveth him,
Or both difsemble deeply their affections
| And therefore if you say no more than this,
That like a father you will deal with bin,
And país my daughter a fufficient dowry,
The match is made, and all is done,
Your son shall have my daughter with consent.
Tra. I thank you, Sir. Where then do you know

best,
Be we affied; and such assurance ta'en,
As shall with either parts agreement stand;

Bap. Not in my house, Lucentio ; for, you know,
Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants ;
Besides, old Gremie is hearkning still ;
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 servant here,

My boy fhall fetch the scrivener presently.
The worlt is this, that at so flender warning
You're like to have a thin and slender pittance,

Bap. It likes me well. Go, Cambio, hie you home,
And bid Bianca make her ready straight :
And if you will, tell what hath happen'd here:
Lucentio's father is arriv'd in Padua,
And how she's like to be Lucentio's wife.
Luc. I pray the Gods she may, with all

my
heart!

[Exit. Tra. Dally not, with the Gods, but get thee

gone.
Signior Baptifta, fhall I lead the way?
Welcome! one mess is like to be

your cheer.
Come, Sir, we will better it in Pifa.
Bap. I'll follow you.

[Exeunt.
Enter Lucentio and Biondello.
Bion. Canibio.
Luc. What say'st thou, Biondello?
Bion. You saw my master wink and laugh upon you.
Luc. Biondello, what of that?

Bion. Faith, nothing ; But h'as 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 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 fupper. Luc. And then ?

Bion. The old Priest 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 assurance ; take you assurance of her, Cum privilegio ad imprimendum folùm ; to th' Church take the Priest

, Clerk, and some fufficient honest witnesses : If this be not that you look for, I have no more to say, But bid Bianca farewel for ever and a day.

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Luc. Hear't thou, Biondello ?

Bion. I cannot tarry'; I knew a wench married in an afternoon as the went to the garden for parsly to stuft a rabbet ; and so may you, Sir, and so 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. I may and will, if she be so contented :
She will be pleas'd, then wherefore should I doubt ?
Hap what hap may, I'll roundly go about her :
It hall go hard, if Cambio go without her. [Exit.

SCENE, a green Lane.

now.

Enter Petruchio, Catharina, and Hortenfio.
Pet.
COME on,

o'God's

's name, once more tow'rds our

Father's.
Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the Moon!

Cath. The Moon ! the Sun: it is not Moon-light
Pet. I say, it is the Moon that shines so bright.
Cath. I know, it is the Sun that shines so bright.

Pet. Now by my mother's son, and that's myself,
It shall be Moon or Star, or what I lift,
Or ere I journey to your father's house :
Go on, and fetch our horses back again.
Evermore croft and croft, nothing but crost!

Hor. Say, as he says, or we shall 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 rulh candle,
Henceforth, I vow it shall be so for me.

Pet. I say, it is the Moon.
Cath. I know, it is the Moon.
Pet. Nay, then you lye; it is the blessed Sun.

Cath. Then, God be blest, it is the blessed Sun.
But Sun it is not, when you fay it is not ;
And the Moon changes, even as your mind.

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What you will have it namid, even that it is,
And so it Ihall be so for Catharine.

Hor. Petruchio, go thy way, the field is won.
Pet. Well, forward, forward, thus the bowl should

run ;

And not unluckily againft the bias :
But soft, some company is coming here.

Enter Vincentio.
Good-morrow, gentle mistress, where away?

[T. Vincentio.
Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too,
Hast thou beheld a fresher Gentlewoman?
Such war of white and red within her cheeks!
What Itars do spangle heaven with such 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 sake,
Hor. He will make the man mad, to make a woman

of him. Cath. Young budding Virgin, fair, and fresh, and

sweet,
Whither away, or where is thy aboad?
Happy the parents of so fair a child;
Happier the man, whom favourable stars
Allot thee for his lovely bedfellow !

Pet. Why, how now, Kate, I hope, thou art not mad?
This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, withered,
And not a maiden, as, thou say'tt he is.

Cath Pardon, old Father, my mistaken eyes ;
That have been fo bedazled with the sun,
That every thing I look on seemeth green.
Now I perceive, thou art a reverend Father :
Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad miftaking.

Pet. Do, good old Grandfire, and withal make known
Which way thou travellest ; if along with us,
We fhall be joyful of thy company.

Vin. Fair Sir, and you, my merry Mistress,
That with your strange encounter much amaz’d me ;

My

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