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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,
We be "affy'd ; and such assurance ta’en,
As shall with either part's agreement stand?

Bap. Not in my house, Lucentio ; for, you know,
Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants :
Besides, old Gremio is heark’ning still ;
And, ' happily, 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 business privately and well :
Send for your daughter by your servant here,
My boy shall fetch the scriviner presently.
The worst is this,--that, at so Nender warning,
You're like to have a thin and fiender 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 she's like to be Lucentio's wife.

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

do you knowyou do know.

affy'd;]betrothed, contracted.

* kappily,]-perchance.


Signior Baptista, fall I lead the way?
Come, sir, one mess is like to be your cheer:
We'll better it in Pisa.
Bap. I follow you.

. [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.



A Green Lane. Enter Petruchio, Katharine, and Hortenfio. Pet. Come on, o'God's name ; once more toward our

Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the moon!

Kath. The moon! the fun; it is not moon-light now
Pet. I say, it is the moon that shines so bright.
Kath. I know, it is the sun that shines so bright.

Pet. Now, by my mother's son, and that's myself,
It shall be moon, or star, or what I list,
Or ere I journey to your father's house :-
Go one, and fetch our horses back again.
Evermore crost, and croft ; nothing but crost!

Hor. Say as he says, or we shall never go.

Kath. Forward I pray, since we are come so far,
And be it moon, or sun, or what you pleale :
And if you please to call it a rush candle,
Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me.

Pet. I say, it is the moon.
Kath. I know, it is the moon.
Pet. Nay, then you lye ; it is the blessed sun. ,

Kath. Then, God be blest, it is the blessed sun :-
But sun it is not, when you say it is not ;

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

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 soft ; company is coming here.

Enter Vincentio.
Good-morrow, gentle mistress : Where away?-

[To Vincentio.
Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too,-
Hast 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 sake.
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 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 :
This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither'd;
And not a maiden, as thou say'st he is.

Katb. Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes,
That have been so bedazzled with the sun,
That every thing I look on seemeth green : ..
Now I perceive, thou art a reverend father ;
Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad mistaking.

* Jeemeth green :)-the natural effect of remaining long in the sunshine.


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

Vin. Fair sir,--and you my merry mistress,
That with your strange encounter much amaz'd me;
My name is callid-Vincentio ; my dwelling--Pisa;
And bound I am to Padua ; there to visit
A son of mine, which long I have not seen.

Pet. What is his name?
Vin. Lucentio, gentle sir.

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 sister to my wife, this gentlewoman,
Thy fon by this hath marry'd :-Wonder not,
Nor be not griev'd; she is of good esteem,
Her dowry wealthy, and of worthy birth;
Beside, so qualify'd as may beseem
The spouse of any noble gentleman.
Let me embrace with old Vincentio :
And wander we to see thy honest son,
Who will of thy arrival be full joyous.

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

Hor. I do assure thee, father, so it is.

Pet. Come, go along, and see 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 she be froward,
Then haft thou taught Hortensio to be untoward. (Exit.

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