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Gru. What's that to thee?
SCENE I.-A Hall in Petruchio's Country House.

Curt. Why, a horse.

Gru. Tell thou the tale:- but had'st thou not Gru. Fie, fie, on all tired jades, on all mad masters, crossed me, thou should'st have heard how her horse and all foul ways! Was ever man so beaten ? was fell, and she under her horse; thou should'st have ever man so rayed? was ever man so weary? I am heard, in how miry a place; how she was bemoiled ; sent before to make a fire, and they are coming after how he left her with the horse upon her; how he beat to warm them. Now, were not I a little pot, and soon me because her horse stumbled; how she waded hot, my very lips might freeze to my teeth, my tongue through the dirt to pluck him off me; how he swore; to the roof of my mouth, my heart in my belly, ere I how she prayed, that never prayed before ; how I should come by a fire to thaw me; but, Í, with blow- cried; how the horses ran away; how her bridle was ing the fire, shall warm myself, for, considering the burst; how I lost my crupper; ; -with many things of weather, a taller man than I will take cold. Holla, worthy memory, which now shall die in oblivion, and hoa! Curtis !

thou return unexperienced to thy grave. Enter Curtis.

Curt. By this reckoning he is more shrew than she. Curt. Who is that, calls so coldly?

Gru. Ay; and that thou and the proudest of you all Gru. A piece of ice: if thou doubt it, thou may’st shall find, when he comes home. But what talk I of slide from my shoulder to my heel, with no greater a this?—Call forth Nathaniel, Joseph, Nicholas, Philip, run but my head and my neck. A fire, good Curtis. Walter, Sugarsop, and the rest: let their heads be

Curt. Iš my master and his wife coming, Grumio ? sleekly combed, their blue coats brushed, and their

Gru. O! ay, Curtis, ay; and therefore fire, fire: garters of an indifferent knit: let them curtsey with cast on no water.

their left legs, and not presume to touch a hair of my Curt. Is she so hot a shrew as she's reported ? master's horse-tail, till they kiss their hands. Are they

Gru. She was, good Curtis, before this frost; but, all ready? thou know'st, winter tames man, woman, and beast, Curt. They are. for it hath tamed my old master, and my new mistress, Gru. Call them forth. and thyself, fellow Curtis.

Curt. Do you hear ? ho! you must meet my master, Curt. Away, you three-inch fool! I am no beast.

to countenance my mistress. Gru. Am I but three inches ? why, thy horn is a Gru. Why, she hath a face of her own. foot; and so long am I at the least. But wilt thou make Curt. Who knows not that? a fire, or shall I complain on thee to our mistress, whose Gru. Thou, it seems, that callest for company to hand (she being now at hand) thou shalt soon feel, to countenance her. thy cold comfort, for being slow in thy hot office? Curt. I call them forth to credit her.

"Curt. I pr’ythee, good Grumio, tell me, how goes Gru. Why, she comes to borrow nothing of them. the world?

Enter several Servants. Gru. A cold world, Curtis, in every office but thine; Nath. Welcome home, Grumio. and, therefore, fire. Do thy duty, and have thy duty, Phil. How now, Grumio ? for my master and mistress are almost frozen to death. Jos. What, Grumio!

Curt. There's fire ready; and therefore, good Gru- Nich. Fellow Grumio! mio, the news?

Nath. How now, old lad ? Gru. Why, “ Jack, boy! ho boy!” and as much Gru. Welcome, you;-how now, you;—what, you; news as thou wilt.

-fellow, you;—and thus much for greeting. Now, my Curt. Come, you are so full of conycatching.- spruce companions, is all ready, and all things neat?

Gru. Why, therefore, fire: for I have caught extreme Nath. All things is ready. How near is our master? cold. Where's the cook? is supper ready, the house Gru. E'en at hand, alighted by this; and therefore trimmed, rushes strewed, cobwebs swept; the serving- be not,—Cock's passion, silence !-I hear my master. men in their new fustian, their white stockings, and

[All servants frightened. every officer his wedding-garment on ? Be the Jacks

Enter Petruchio and KATHARINA. fair within, the Jills fair without, the carpets laid, and Pet. Where be these knaves? What! no man at every thing in order?

the door, Curt. All ready; and therefore, I pray thee, news? To hold my stirrup, nor to take my horse. Gru. First, know, my horse is tired; my master and Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip ? – mistress fallen out.

All Serv. Here, here, sir; here, sir. Curt. How?

Pet. Here, sir! here, sir! here, sir! here, sir? Gru. Out of their saddles into the dirt; and thereby You logger-headed and unpolish'd grooms ! hangs a tale.

What, no attendance? no regard ? no duty ? Curt. Let's hat, good Grumio.

Where is the foolish knave I sent before ? Gru. Lend thine ear.

Gru. Here, sir; as foolish as I was before. Curt. Here.

Pet. You peasant swain! you whoreson malt-horse Gru. There.

[Striking him. drudge! Curt. This 'tis to feel a tale, not to hear a tale. Did I not bid thee meet me in the park,

Gru. And therefore 'tis called, a sensible tale; and And bring along these rascal knaves with thee? this cuff was but to knock at your ear, and beseech Gru. Nathaniel's coat, sir, was not fully made, listening. Now I begin : Imprimis

, we came down a And Gabriel's pumps were all unpink'd i' the heel; foul hill, my master riding behind my mistress.- There was no link to colour Peter's hat, Curt. Both of one horse?

And Walter's dagger was not come from sheathing:

There were none fine, but Adam, Ralph, and Gregory; For then she never looks upon her lure.
The rest were ragged, old, and beggarly;

Another way I have to man my haggard,
Yet, as they are, here are they come to meet you. To make her come, and know her keeper's call;
Pet. Go, rascals, go, and fetch my supper in.- That is, to watch her, as we watch those kites,

[Exeunt some of the Servants. That bate, and beat, and will not be obedient. “ Where is the life that late I led "- [Sings. She ate no meat to-day, nor none shall eat; Where are those—? Sit down, Kate, and welcome. Last night she slept not, nor to-night she shall not : Soud, soud, soud, soud !

As with the meat, some undeserved fault
Re-enter Servants, with supper.

I'll find about the making of the bed,
Why, when, I say ?—Nay, good sweet Kate, be merry. And here I'll fling the pillow, there the bolster,
Off with my boots, you rogues ! you villains, when? This way the coverlet, another way the sheets :-

“ It was the friar of orders grey, [Sings. Ay, and amid this hurly, I intend,
As he forth walked on his way:"-

That all is done in reverend care of her;
Out, you rogue! you pluck my foot awry:

And, in conclusion, she shall watch all night: Take that, and mend the plucking of the other.- And, if she chance to nod, I'll rail, and brawl,

[Kicks him. And with the clamour keep her still awake. Be merry, Kate :—Some water, here ; what, ho!- This is the way to kill a wife with kindness; Enter Servant, with water.

And thus I'll curb her mad and headstrong humour. Where's my spaniel Troilus ?—Sirrah, get you hence, He that knows better how to tame a shrew, And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither:

Now let him speak : 'tis charity to shew. [Exit. [Exit Servant.

SCENE II.-Padua. Before Baptista's House. One, Kate, that you must kiss, and be acquainted with.

Enter Tranio and HORTENSIO. Where are my slippers ?—Shall I have some water?

[A bason is presented to him. Tra. Is't possible, friend Licio, that mistress Bianca Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily. Doth fancy any other but Lucentio? You whoreson villain! will you let it fall? [Sirikes him. I tell you, sir, she bears me fair in hand.

Kath. Patience, I pray you; 'twas a fault unwilling. Hor. Sir, to satisfy you in what I have said, Pet. A whoreson, beetleheaded, flap-ear'd knave! Stand by, and mark the manner of his teaching. (Meat served in.

[They stand aside. Come, Kate, sit down; I know you have a stomach.

Enter Bianca and LUCENTIO. Will you give thanks, sweet Kate, or else shall I ?- Luc. Now, mistress, profit you in what you read? What's this? mutton ?

Bian. What, master, read you? first resolve me that. 1 Serv. Ay.

Luc. I read that I profess, the Art to Love.
Who brought it?

Bian. And may you prove, sir, master of your art! 1 Serv.

I. Luc. While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of my Pet. 'Tis burnt; and so is all the meat.


[They retire. What dogs are these ! - Where is the rascal cook? Hor. [Coming forward.] Quick proceeders, marry! How durst you, villains, bring it from the dresser,

Now, tell me, I pray, And serve it thus to me that love it not?

You that durst swear that your mistress Bianca There, take it to you, trenchers, cups, and all. Lov'd none in the world so well as Lucentio.

[Throws the meat, fc. all about. Tra. O, despiteful love ! unconstant womankind !You heedless joltheads, and unmanner'd slaves ! I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful. What! do you grumble? I'll be with you straight. Hor. Mistake no more : I am not Licio,

Kath. I pray you, husband, be not so disquiet : Nor a musician, as I seem to be,
The meat was well, if you were so contented. But one that scorns to live in this disguise,

Pet. I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dried away, For such a one, as leaves a gentleman,
And I expressly am forbid to touch it,

And makes a god of such a cullion. For it engenders choler, planteth anger:

Know, sir, that I am call'a Hortensio. And better 'twere, that both of us did fast,

Tra. Siguior Hortensio, I have often heard Since, of ourselves, ourselves are choleric,

Of your entire affection to Bianca; Than feed it with such over-roasted flesh.

And since mine eyes are witness of her lightness, Be patient; to-morrow 't shall be mended,

I will with you, if you be so contented, And for this night we'll fast for company.

Forswear Bianca and her love for ever. Come, I will bring thee to thy bridal chamber.

Hor. See, how they kiss and court !-Signior Lu[Exeunt PetrucHIO, KATharina, and Curtis. centio, Nath. Peter, didst ever see the like?

Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow
Peter. He kills her in her own humour.

Never to woo her more; but do forswear her,
Re-enter Curtis.

As one unworthy all the former favours
Gru. Where is he?

That I have fondly flatter'd her withal. Curt. In her chamber,

Tra. And here I take the like unfeigned oath, Making a sermon of continency to her ;

Never to marry her, though she entreat. And rails, and swears, and rates, that she, poor soul, Fie on her! see, how beastly she doth court him. Knows not which way to stand, to look, to speak, Hor. Would all the world, but he, had quite forAnd sits as one new-risen from a dream.

sworn her! Away, away! for he is coming hither. [Exeunt, running. For me, that I may surely keep mine oath, Re-enter PetruCHIO.

I will be married to a wealthy widow, Pet. Thus have I politicly begun my reign, Ere three days pass, which hath as long lov'd me, And 'tis my hope to end successfully.

As I have lov'd this proud disdainful haggard.
My falcon now is sharp, and passing empty,

And so farewell, signior Lucentio.-
And, till she stoop, she must not be full-gorg'd, Kindness in women! not their beauteous looks,

Shall win my love :-and so I take my leave,

Bion. [ Aside.] As much as an apple doth an oyster, In resolution as I swore before.

and all one. [Exit HORTENSIO.—Lucentio and Bianca advance. Tra. To save your life in this extremity,

Tra. Mistress Bianca, bless you with such grace, This favour will I do you for his sake, As 'longeth to a lover's blessed case !

And think it not the worst of all your fortunes, Nay, I have ta’en you napping, gentle love,

That you are so like to Vincentio. And have forsworn you, with Hortensio.

His name and credit shall you undertake, Bian. Tranio, you jest. But have you both forsworn And in my house you shall be friendly lodg’d. me ?

Look, that you take upon you as you should : Tra. Mistress, we have.

You understand me, sir ;--so shall you stay Luc.

Then we are rid of Licio. Till you have done your business in the city. Tra. I'faith, he'll have a lusty widow now,

If this be courtesy, sir, accept of it. That shall be woo'd and wedded in a day.

Ped. O! sir, I do; and will repute you ever Bian. God give him joy!

The patron of my life and liberty. Tra. Ay, and he'll tame her.

Tra. Then go with me, to make the matter good. Bian.

He says so, Tranio.

This, by the way, I let you understand : Tra. 'Faith, he is gone unto the taming-school. My father is here look'd for every day, Bian. The tam g-school! what, is there such a To pass assurance of a dower in marriage place?

”Twixt me and one Baptista's daughter here: Tra. Ay, mistress, and Petruchio is the master; In all these circumstances I'll instruct you. That teacheth tricks eleven and twenty long,

Go with me, to clothe you as becomes you. [Exeunt. To tame a shrew, and charm her chattering tongue. SCENE III.-A Room in PETRUCHIO's House.

Enter BIONDELLO, running. Bion. O master, master! I have watch'


so long That I'm dog-weary ;. but at last 1 spied

Gru. No, no, forsooth; I dare not, for my life. An ancient ambler coming down the hill,

Kath. The more my wrong, the more his spite appears. Will serve the turn.

What, did he marry me to famish me?
What is he, Biondello?

Beggars, that come unto my father's door,
Bion. Master, a mercatantè, or a pedant,

Upon entreaty, have a present alms; I know not what; but formal in apparel,

If not, elsewhere they meet with charity : In gait and countenance surely like a father.

But, I, who never knew how to entreat, Luc. And what of him, Tranio ?

Nor never needed that I should entreat, Tra. If he be credulous, and trust my tale,

Am starv'd for meat, giddy for lack of sleep; I'll make him glad to seem Vincentio,

With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fed. And give assurance to Baptista Minola,

And that which spites me more than all these wants, As if he were the right Vincentio.

He does it under name of perfect love;
Take in your love, and then let me alone.

As who should say, if I should sleep, or eat,
[Exeunt Lucentio and Bianca. 'Twere deadly sickness, or else present death.
Enter a Pedant.

I pr’ythee go, and get me some repast;
Ped. God save you, sir!

I care not what, so it be wholesome food. Tra.

And you, sir : you are welcome. Gru. What say you to a neat's foot ? Travel you far on, or are you at the farthest ?

Kath. 'Tis passing good: I pr’ythee let me have it. Ped. Sir, at the farthest for a week or two;

Gru. I fear, it is too choleric a meat. But then up farther, and as far as Rome,

How say you to a fat tripe, finely broil'd ? And so to Tripoly, if God lend me life.

Kath. I like it well: good Grumio, fetch it me. Tra. What countryman, I pray?

Gru. I cannot tell; I fear, 'tis choleric. Ped.

Of Mantua, What say you to a piece of beef, and mustard ? Tra. Of Mantua, sir?—marry, God forbid !

Kath. A dish that I do love to feed upon. And come to Padua, careless of your life?

Gru, Ay, but the mustard is too hot a little. Ped. My life, sir! how, I pray? for that goes

hard. Kath. Why, then the beef, and let the mustard rest. Tra. 'Tis death for any one in Mantua

Gru. Nay, that I will not: you shall have the To come to Padua. Know you not the cause ?

mustard, Your ships are stay'd at Venice; and the duke, Or else you get no beef of Grumio. For private quarrel 'twixt your duke and him,

Kath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt. Hath publish'd and proclaim'd it openly.

Gru. Why then, the mustard without the beef. 'Tis marvel; but that you are but newly come,

Kath. Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding slave. You might have heard it else proclaim'd about.

[Beats him. Ped. Alas, sir! it is worse for me than so;

That feed'st me with the very name of meat. For I have bills for money by exchange

Sorrow on thee, and all the pack of you, From Florence, and must here deliver them.

That triumpb thus upon my misery ! Tra. Well, sir, to do you courtesy

Go; get thee gone, I say. This will I do, and this I will advise you.

Enter Petruchio with a dish of meat, and HortenSIO. First, tell me, have you ever been at Pisa?

Pet. How fares my Kate? What, sweeting, all amort? Ped. Ay, sir, in Pisa have I often been;

Hor. Mistress, what cheer? Pisa, renowned for grave citizens.


'Faith, as cold as can be. Tra. Among them, know you one Vincentio ? Pet. Pluck up thy spirits; look cheerfully upon me.

Ped. I know him not, but I have heard of him : Here, love ; thou seest how diligent I am, A merchant of incomparable wealth.

To dress thy meat myself, and bring it thee: Tra. He is my father, sir ; and, sooth to say,

[Sets the dish on a table. In countenance somewhat doth resemble you. I am sure, sweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks.

pet of her.


I said so.

What! not a word? Nay then, thou lov'st it not, Tai. She says, your worship means to make a pup-
And all my pains is sorted to no proof.-
Here, take away this dish.

Pet. O, monstrous arrogance! Thou liest, thou
I pray you, let it stand.

thread, Pet. The poorest service is repaid with thanks, Thou thimble, And so shall mine, before you touch the meat. Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail ! Kath. I thank you, sir.

Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter cricket thou ! Hor. Signior Petruchio, fie! you are to blame. Brav'd in mine own house with a skein of thread? Come, mistress Kate, I'll bear you company,

Away! thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant, Pet. [Aside.] Eat it up all, Hortensio, if thou lov'st Or I shall so be-mete thee with thy yard,

As thou shalt think on prating whilst thou liv'st. [To her.] Much good do it unto thy gentle heart ! I tell thee, I, that thou hast marr'd her gown. Kate, eat apace. And now, my honey love,

Tai. Your worship is deceiv'd: the gown is made Will we return unto thy father's house,

Just as my master had direction. And revel it as bravely as the best,

Grumio gave order how it should be done. With silken coats, and caps, and golden rings,

Gru. I gave him no order; I gave him the stuff.
With ruffs, and cuffs, and farthingales, and things; Tai. But how did you desire it should be made?
With scarfs, and fans, and double change of bravery, Gru. Marry, sir, with needle and thread.
With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knavery. Tai. But did you not request to have it cut?
What! hast thou din'd? The tailor stays thy leisure, Gru. Thou hast faced many things.
To deck thy body with his ruffling treasure.

Tai, I have.
Enter Tailor.

Gru. Face not me: thou hast braved many men; Come, tailor, let us see these ornaments;

brave not me: I will neither be faced nor braved. I Enter Haberdasher.

say unto thee,-I bid thy master cut out the gown; Lay forth the gown.—What news with you, sir ? but I did not bid him cut it to pieces : ergo, thou liest.

Hab. Here is the cap your worship did bespeak. Tai. Why, here is the note of the fashion to testify. Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer;

Pet. Read it. A velvet dish :-fie, fie! 'tis lewd and filthy.

Gru. The note lies in's throat, if he say Why, 'tis a cockle or a walnut shell,

Tai. “ Imprimis, a loose-bodied gown. A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap;

Gru. Master, if ever I said loose-bodied gown, sew Away with it! come, let me have a bigger.

me in the skirts of it, and beat me to death with a Kath. I'll have no bigger: this doth fit the time, bottom of brown thread: I said, a gown. And gentlewomen wear such caps as these.

Pet. Proceed.
Pet. When you are gentle, you shall have one too; Tai. “With a small compassed cape."
And not till then.

Gru. I confess the cape.

[Aside.] That will not be in haste. Tai. “With a trunk sleeve.” Kath. Why, sir, I trust, I may have leave to speak, Gru, I confess two sleeves. And speak I will; I am no child, no babe:

Tai. “The sleeves curiously cut.” Your betters have endur'd me say my mind,

Pet. Ay, there's the villany. And, if you cannot, best you stop your ears.

Gru. Error i'the bill, sir; error i'the bill. I comMy tongue will tell the anger of my heart,

manded the sleeves should be cut out, and sewed up Or else my heart, concealing it, will break :

again; and that I'll prove upon thee, though thy little And, rather than it shall, I will be free,

finger be armed in a thimble. Even to the uttermost, as I please, in words.

Tai. This is true, that I say: an I had thee in place Pet. Why, thou say’st true: it is a paltry cap, where, thou should'st know it. A custard-coffin, a bauble, a silken pie.

Gru. I am for thee straight: take thou the bill, give I love thee well, in that thou lik’st it not.

me thy mete-yard, and spare not me. Kath. Love me, or love me not, I like the cap, Hor. God-a-mercy, Grumio; then he shall have no And it I will have, or I will have none.

odds. Pet. Thy gown? why, ay :-come, tailor, let us see't. Pet. Well, sir, in brief, the gown is not for me. O, mercy, God! what masking stuff is here?

Gru. You are i'the right, sir : 'tis for my mistress. What's this? a sleeve? 'tis like a demi-cannon:

Pet. Go, take it up unto thy master's use. What! and down, carv'd like an apple-tart? Gru. Villain, not for thy life! Take up my misHere's snip, and nip, and cut, and slish, and slash, tress' gown for thy master's use? Like to a censer in a barber's shop:

Pet. Why, sir, what's your conceit in that? Why, what, o'devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this? Gru. O, sir, the conceit is deeper than you think for. Hor. (Aside.] I see, she's like to have neither cap Take up my mistress' gown to his master's use? nor gown.

O, fie, fie, fie! Tai. You bid me make it orderly and well,

Pet. [Aside.] Hortensio, say thou wilt see the tailor According to the fashion, and the time.

paid. Pet. Marry, and did; but if you be remember'd, Go take it hence; be gone, and say no more. I did not bid you mar it to the time.

Hor. Tailor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-morrow : Go, hop me over every kennel home,

Take no unkindness of his hasty words. For you shall hop without my custom, sir.

Away, I say; commend me to thy master. I'll none of it: hence! make your best of it.

[Exeunt Tailor and Haberdasher. Kath. I never saw a better-fashion'd gown,

Pet. Well, come, my Kate; we will unto your More quaint, more pleasing, nor more commendable.

father's, Belike, you mean to make a puppet of me.

Even in these honest mean habiliments. Pet. Why, true; he means to make a puppet of Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor : thee.

For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;


And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, Right true it is, your son Lucentio, here,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.

Doth love my daughter, and she loveth him,
What, is the jay more precious than the lark, Or both dissemble deeply their affections ;
Because his feathers are more beautiful ?

And, therefore, if you say no more than this, Or is the adder better than the eel,

That like a father you will deal with him, Because his painted skin contents the eye?

And pass my daughter a sufficient dower, 0! no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse The match is made, and all is happily done: For this poor furniture, and mean array.

Your son shall have my daughter with consent. If thou account'st it shame, lay it on me;

Tra. I thank you, sir. Where, then, do you hold And therefore frolic: we will hence forth with,

best, To feast and sport us at thy father's house.

We be affied, and such assurance ta'en, Go, call my men, and let us straight to him;

As shall with either part's agreement stand ? And bring our horses unto Long-lane end,

Bap. Not in my house, Lucentio; for, you know, There will we mount, and thither walk on foot.- Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants : Let's see; I think, 'tis now some seven o'clock, Besides, old Gremio is hearkening still, And well we may come there by dinner time. And, happily, we might be interrupted. Kath. I dare assure you, sir, 'tis almost two,

Tra. Then, at my lodging, an it like you: And 'twill be supper time, ere you come there. There doth my father lie, and there this night Pet. It shall be seven, ere I go to horse.

We'll pass the business privately and well. Look, what I speak, or do, or think to do,

Send for your daughter by your servant here; You are still crossing it.—Sirs, let't alone :

My boy shall fetch the scrivener presently. I will not go to-day; and ere I do,

The worst is this,—that, at so slender warning, It shall be what o'clock I say it is.

You're like to have a thin and slender pittance. Hor. Why, so this gallant will command the sun. Bap. It likes me well :--Cambio, hie you home,

[Exeunt. And bid Bianca make her ready straight; SCENE IV.-Padua. Before Baptista's House.

And, if you will, tell what hath happened :

Lucentio's father is arrived in Padua, Enter Tranio, and the Pedant booted and dressed

And how she's like to be Lucentio's wife. like VINCENTIU.

Luc. I pray the gods she may with all my heart. Tra. Sir, this is the house: please it you, that I call ? Tra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone.

Ped. Ay, what else ? and, but I be deceived, Signior Baptista, shall I lead the way? Signior Baptista may remember me,

Welcome: one mess is like to be your cheer. Near twenty years ago, in Genoa,

Come, sir; we will better it in Pisa. Where we were lodgers at the Pegasus.

Bap. I follow you. Tra. "Tis well; and hold your own, in any case,

[Exeunt Tranio, Pedant, and BAPTISTA. With such austerity as 'longeth to a father.

Bion. Cambio!

Luc. What say'st thou, Biondello? Ped. I warrant you. But, sir, here comes your boy; Bion. You saw my master wink and laugh upon you? "Twere good, he were school'd.

Luc. Biondello, what of that? Tra. Fear you not him. Sirrah, Biondello,

Bion. 'Faith nothing; but he has left me here Now do your duty throughly, I advise you:

behind, to expound the meaning or moral of his signs Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio.

and tokens. Bion. Tut! fear not me.

Luc. I pray thee, moralize them. Tra. But hast thou done thy errand to Baptista? Bion. Then thus. Baptista is safe, talking with the

Bion. I told him, that your father was at Venice, deceiving father of a deceitful son. And that you look'd for him this day in Padua.

Luc. And what of him? Tra. Thou'rt a tall fellow: hold thee that to drink. Bion. His daughter is to be brought by you to the Here comes Baptista.–Set your countenance, sir.- supper. Enter Baptista and LUCENTIO.

Luc. And then ?Signior Baptista, you are happily met.-

Bion. The old priest at St. Luke's church is at Sir, this is the gentleman I told you of.

your command at all hours. I pray you, stand good father to me now,

Luc. And what of all this? Give me Bianca for my patrimony.

Bion. I cannot tell; except, while they are busied Ped. Soft, son !

about a counterfeit assurance, take you assurance of Sir, by your leave: having come to Padua

her, cum privilegio ad imprimendum solùm. To the To gather in some debts, my son, Lucentio,

church !-take the priest, clerk, and some sufficient Made me acquainted with a weighty cause

honest witnesses. Of love between your daughter and himself:

If this be not that you look for, I have no more to say, And, for the good report I hear of you,

But bid Bianca farewell for ever and a day. And for the love he beareth to your daughter,

Luc. Hear'st thou, Biondello? And she to him, to stay him not too long,

Bion. I cannot tarry : I knew a wench married in I am content, in a good father's care,

an afternoon as she went to the garden for parsley to To have him match'd ; and, if you please to like stuff a rabbit; and so may you, sir; and so adieu, sir. No worse than I, upon some agreement,

My master hath appointed me to go to St. Luke's, to Me shall you find ready and willing

bid the priest be ready to come against you come with With one consent to have her so bestow'd;

your appendix.

[Exit. For curious I cannot be with you,

Luc. I may, and will, if she be so contented : Signior Baptista, of whom I hear so well.

She will be pleas'd, then wherefore should I doubt? Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say: Hap what hap may, I'll roundly go about her: Your plainness, and your shortness please me well. It shall go hard, if Cambio go without her. [Exit.

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