Gru. Villain, not for thy life: take up my mistress's gown for thy master's use !

Pet. Why, Sir, what's your conceit in that?

Gru. Oh, Sir, the conceit is deeper than you think for;

Take up my miftrefs's gown unto his mafter's ufe; Oh, fy, fy, fy!

T

Pet. Hortenfio, fay, thou wilt fee the taylor paid.

[Afide.

Go take it hence, be gone, and fay no more.
Hor. Taylor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-mor-

row,

Take no unkindness of his hafty words:

Away, I fay; commend me to thy mafter. [Exit Tay. Pet. Well, come, my Kate, we will unto your father's,

Even in these honeft mean habiliments:

Our purfes fhall be proud, our garments poor;
For 'tis the mind, that makes the body rich:
And as the fun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
What, is the jay more precious than the lark,
Because his feathers are more beautiful?
Or is the adder better than the eel,
Because his painted skin contents the eye?
Oh, no, good Kate; neither art thou the worfe
For this poor furniture, and mean array.
If thou account'ft it fhame, lay it on me;
And therefore frolick; we will hence forthwith,
To feast and sport us at thy father's house.
Go call my men, and let us ftraight to him,
And bring our horfes unto Long-lane end,
There will we mount, and thither walk on foot.
Let's fee, I think, 'tis now fome seven o'clock,
And well we may come there by dinner time.
Cath. I dare affure you, Sir, 'tis almost two;
And 'twill be fupper-time ere you come there.
Pet. It fhall be feven, ere I go to horfe.

Look,

Look, what I fpeak, or do, or think to do,
You are ftill croffing it; Sirs, let's alone,
I will not go to day, and ere I do,

It shall be what o'clock I fay it is.

Hor. Why, fo; this Gallant will command the

Sun.

[Exeunt Pet. Cath, and Hor.

[The Prefenters above, fpeak here.]. Lord. Who's within there?

[Sly Лeeps.

Enter Servants.

Afleep again! go take him easily up, and put him in his own apparel again. But fee, you wake him not in any cafe.

Serv. It shall be done, my Lord; come help to bear bim bence.

SCENE

[They bear off Sly.

IX.

Before Baptifta's House.

Enter Tranio, and the Pedant dreft like Vincentio.

Tra.

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

SIR,

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

9 I cannot but think, that the direction about the tinker, who is always introduced at the end of the acts, together with the change of the fcene, and the proportion of each act to the reft, make it probable that the fifth act begins here.

'Tra. Where we were Lodgers at the Pegafus.] This Line has in all the Editions hitherto been given to Tranio. But Traxio could with no Propriety speak

this, either in his affum'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 represent and perfonate Lucentio. I have ventured to place the Line to the Pedant, to whom it must certainly belong, and is a Sequel of what he was before faying.

THEOBALD.

Tra.

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 thoroughly, I advise you; Imagine, 'twere the right Vincentio.

Bion. Tut, fear not me.

Tra. But haft thou done thy errand to Baptifta? Bion 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.

SCENE X.

Enter Baptifta and, Lucentio.

Tra. Signior Baptifta, you are happily met:
Sir, this is the gentleman I told you of;

I pray you ftand, 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 fome debts, my fon Lucentio
Made me acquainted with a weighty caufe
Of love between your daughter and himself:
And for the good report I hear of you,

And for the love he beareth to your daughter,
And fhe 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 fhall you find most ready and moft willing
With one consent to have her fo beftow'd:

For

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 plainnefs and your fhortnefs please me well.
Right true it is, your fon Lucentio here
Doth love my daughter, and fhe 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 pafs my daughter a fufficient dowry,
The match is made, and all is done,

Your fon fhall have my daughter with confent.
Tra. I thank you, Sir. * Where then do you know

best,

Be we affied; 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 fervants; 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 lie; and there this night
We'll pass the bufinefs privately and well:
Send for your daughter by your servant 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 fhe may, with all my heart!

-Where then do you know
beft,

Be we affied;] This feems
to be wrong.
We may read
more commodiously,

[Exit.

Tra. Dally not, with the Gods, but get thee gone. Signior Baptifta, fhall I lead the way ?

Welcome! one mefs is like to be your cheer.

Come, Sir, we will better it in Pifa.

Bap. I'll follow you.

SCENE

[Exeunt.

XI.

Enter Lucentio and Biondello.

Bion. Cambio.

Luc. What fay't thou, Biondello?

Bion. You faw my mafter wink and laugh

you.

Luc. Biondello, what of that?

upon

Bion. 'Faith, nothing; but he'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 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 VOL. III.

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