Signior Baptifta, of whom I hear fo well. Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say; Your fon fhall have my daughter with confent. Tra. I thank you, fir. Where then do "you trow best, We be "affy'd; and fuch affurance 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; X And, happily, we might be interrupted. Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, fir: Bap. It likes me well :-Cambio, hie you home, 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 do you know-you do know. get thee gone. W affy'd;]-betrothed, contracted. Signior Baptista, shall I lead the way? Come, fir, one mefs is like to be your cheer: We'll better it in Pifa. Bap. I follow you. Bion. Cambio. Luc. What fay'ft thou, Biondello ? [Exeunt. [Lucentio returns. Bion. You faw my master 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? y 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 fay, 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 ftuff a rabbet; and fo may you, fir; and fo adieu, fir. My y except they are bufied about &c.]-I only know, that while they are bufied in framing a counterfeit afsurance, 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 appendix. Luc. I may, and will, if fhe be fo contented: SCENE A Green Lane. V. Enter Petruchio, Katharine, and Hortenfio. [Exit. [Exit. Pet. Come on, o'God's name; once more toward our father's. Good Lord, how bright and goodly fhines 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; 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 foft; company is coming here. Enter Vincentio. Good-morrow, gentle mistress: Where away?— [To Vincentio. Tell me, fweet Kate, and tell me truly too,- 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 feemeth green : Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad mistaking. feemeth green :]-the natural effect of remaining long in the sunshine. Pet. Pet. Do, good old grand-fire; and, withal, make known Which way thou travellest: if along with us, We shall be joyful of thy company. Vin. Fair fir, and you my merry mistress,— That with your ftrange encounter much amaz'd me; A fon of mine, which long I have not seen. Vin. Lucentio, gentle fir. Pet. Happily met; the happier for thy son. And now by law, as well as reverend age, I ; may entitle thee-my loving father The fister to my wife, this gentlewoman, Thy fon by this hath marry'd:-Wonder not, Vin. But is this true? or is it elfe your pleasure, 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 firft 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. a thee. ACT |