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Signior Baptifta, of whom I hear so 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 him, And pass my daughter a sufficient dower, 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 trow best,
Bap. Not in my house, Lucentio ; for, you know,
Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, sir:
Bap. It likes me well :-Cambio, hie you home,
Luc. I pray the gods she may, with all my heart ! [Exit.
• do you know—you do know.
Signior Baptista, fall I lead the way?
. [Exeunt. Bion. Cambio.
[Lucentio returns. Luc. What fay'st thou, Biondello ? Bion. You saw 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 signs and tokens.
Luc. I pray thee, moralize them.
Bion. Then thus. Baptista 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 supper.
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?
Bion. I cannot tell ; ' except they are busied about a counterfeit assurance ; take you assurance of her, cum privilegio ad imprimendum folum : to the church; take the priest, clerk, and some sufficient 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.
Luc. Hear'st thou, Biondello ?
Bion. I cannot tarry : I knew a wench married in an afternoon as she went to the garden for parsly to stuff a rabbet ; and so may you, sir; and so adieu, sir. My
y except they are bufied about &c.]—I only know, that while they are busied in framing a counterfeit assurance, you cannot employ yourself better than in making fure of her persons, for which purpose go you directly to the Church, and take with you thither the priest. &c.
master hath appointed me to go to faint 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 shall go hard, if Cambio go without her. [Exit.
S CE NE V.
A Green Lane. Enter Petruchio, Katharine, and Hortenfio. Pet. Come on, o'God's name ; once more toward our
Kath. The moon! the fun; it is not moon-light now
Pet. Now, by my mother's son, and that's myself,
Hor. Say as he says, or we shall never go.
Kath. Forward I pray, since we are come so far,
Pet. I say, it is the moon.
Kath. Then, God be blest, it is the blessed sun :-
And the moon changes, even as your mind.
Hor. Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is won.
Pet. Well, forward, forward : thus the bowl should run,
him. Kath. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and sweet, Whither away; or where is thy abode ? 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 :
Katb. Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes,
* Jeemeth green :)-the natural effect of remaining long in the sunshine.
Pet. Do, good old grand-fire; and, withal, make known
Vin. Fair sir,--and you my merry mistress,
Pet. What is his name?
Pet. Happily met; the happier for thy son.
· Vin. But is this true? or is it else your pleasure,
Hor. I do assure thee, father, so it is.
Pet. Come, go along, and see the truth hereof;
[Exeunt Petruchio, Katharine, and Vincentio.