Signior Baptifta, of whom I hear fo well.

Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say ;-
Your plainnefs, and your shortnefs, please me well.
Right true it is, your fon Lucentio here
Doth love my daughter, and she loveth him,
Or both diffemble deeply their affections :
And, therefore, if you fay no more than this,-
That like a father you will deal with him,
And pass my daughter a fufficient dower,
The match is made, and all is done:

Your fon fhall have my daughter with confent.

Tra. I thank you, fir. Where then do "you trow beft, We be "affy'd; and such assurance ta’en, As fhall with either part's agreement stand?

Bap. Not in my houfe, Lucentio; for, you know,
Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants :
Befides, old Gremio is heark'ning ftill;
And, happily, we might be interrupted.

Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, fir:
There doth my father lie; 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 fcriviner 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:-Cambio, hie you home,
And bid Bianca make her ready straight:

And, if you will, tell what hath happened ;-
Lucentio's father is arriv'd in Padua,

And how fhe's like to be Lucentio's wife.

Luc. I pray the gods fhe may, with all my heart! [Exit. Tra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone.

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you know-you do know.
afy'd;]-betrothed, contracted.

happily,]-perchance. Signior

Signior Baptifta, fhall I lead the way?
Come, fir, one mefs is like to be your cheer:

We'll better it in Pifa.

Luc. What fay'st thou, Biondello?

Bion. You faw my mafter laugh and wink upon you? Luc. Biondello, what of that?

Bion. 'Faith, nothing; But he has 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 priest at faint Luke's church is at your command at all hours.

Luc. And what of all this?

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Bion. I cannot tell; except they are bufied about a counterfeit affurance; take you affurance of her, cum privilegio ad imprimendum folum : to the church; take the prieft, clerk, and fome fufficient honeft 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 she went to the garden for parfly to stuff a rabbet; and fo may you, fir; and fo adieu, fir. My

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except they are bufied about &c.]-I only know, that while they are bufied in framing a counterfeit assurance, you cannot employ yourself better than in making fure of her perfons, for which purpose go you directly to the Church, and take with you thither the priest. &c.

mafter

master hath appointed me to go to faint Luke's to bid the
priest be ready to come against you come with your ap-
pendix.
[Exit.

Luc. I may, and will, if fhe be fo 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.

[Exit.

Enter Petruchio, Katharine, and Hortenfio.

Pet. Come on, o'God's name; once more toward our father's.

Good Lord, how bright and goodly fhines the moon!
Kath. The moon! the fun; it is not moon-light now.
Pet. I fay, it is the moon that shines fo bright.
Kath. I know, it is the fun that shines fo bright.

Pet. Now, by my mother's fon, and that's myself,
It fhall be moon, or ftar, or what I lift,

Or ere I journey to your father's house :-
Go one, and fetch our horfes back again.-
Evermore croft, and croft; nothing but croft!
Hor. Say as he fays, or we shall never go.
Kath. Forward I pray, fince we are come so far,
And be it moon, or fun, or what you please :
And if you please to call it a rush candle,
Henceforth I vow it fhall be fo for me.

Pet. I fay, it is the moon.

Kath. I know, it is the moon.

Pet. Nay, then you lye; it is the bleffed fun. Kath. Then, God be bleft, it is the bleffed fun :— But fun it is not, when you fay it is not;

And

And the moon changes, even as your mind.
What you will have it nam'd, even that it is;
And so it shall be fo, for Katharine.

Hor. Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is won. Pet. Well, forward, forward: thus the bowl fhould run, And not unluckily against the bias.But foft; company is coming here.

Enter Vincentio.

Good-morrow, gentle mistress: Where away y?—

[To Vincentio.

Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too,-
Haft thou beheld a fresher gentlewoman?
Such war of white and red within her cheeks!
What stars do spangle heaven with such beauty,
As those two eyes become that heavenly face?--
Fair lovely maid, once more good day to thee :-
Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's fake.

Hor. '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 fo 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, wither'd; And not a maiden, as thou fay'ft he is.

Kath. Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes,
That have been fo bedazzled with the fun,
That every thing I look on 2 feemeth green :
Now I perceive, thou art a reverend father
Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad mistaking.

feemeth green :]-the natural effect of remaining long in the funshine.

Pet.

Pet. Do, good old grand-fire; and, withal, make known Which way thou travelleft: if along with us, We shall be joyful of thy company.

Vin. Fair fir, and you my merry mistress,-
That with your strange encounter much amaz'd me;
My name is call'd-Vincentio; my dwelling-Pifa;
And bound I am to Padua ; there to vifit

A fon of mine, which long I have not seen.
Pet. What is his name?

Vin. Lucentio, gentle fir.

Pet. Happily met; the happier for thy fon.
And now by law, as well as reverend age,
I

may entitle thee-my loving father;
The fifter to my wife, this gentlewoman,
Thy fon by this hath marry'd :-Wonder not,
Nor be not griev'd; fhe is of good esteem,
Her dowry wealthy, and of worthy birth;
Befide, fo qualify'd as may beseem
The spouse of any noble gentleman.
Let me embrace with old Vincentio :
And wander we to fee thy honest fon,
Who will of thy arrival be full joyous.

Vin. But is this true? or is it elfe your pleasure,
Like pleasant travellers, to break a jeft
Upon the company you overtake?

Hor. I do affure thee, father, fo it is.

Pet. Come, go along, and fee the truth hereof; For our first merriment hath made thee jealous.

[Exeunt Petruchio, Katharine, and Vincentio. Hor. Well, Petruchio, this hath put me in heart. Have to my widow; and if fhe be froward,

Then haft thou taught Hortenfio to be untoward. [Exit.

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