Near twenty years ago in Genoa, Enter Biondello. any cafe 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 throughly, I advife you: Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio. Bion. Tut, fear not me. Tra. But haft thou done thy errand to Baptifta? 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 Baptifla; 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 the to him; to ftay 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 moft ready and moft willing. With one confent to have her fo bestowed: For curious I cannot be with you, Signior Baptifta,. of whom. I hear fo well. Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to fay: Your plainnefs and your fhortnefs pleafe me well.. Right true it is, your fon Lucentio here Doth love my daughter, and the loveth him, Or Or both diffemble deeply their affections; Your fon fhall have my daughter with consent. Tra. I thank you, Sir. Where then do you know best, Be we affied; and fuch affurance ta'en, As fhall with either part's agreement ftand? Sir, Bap. Not in my houfe, Lucentio; for, you know, 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: Luc. I pray the gods the may, with all my heart! [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. [Exeunt. SCENE XI. Enter Lucentio and Biondello. Bion. Cambio. Luc. What fay'ft thou, Biondello? Bion. You faw my mafter wink and laugh upon you. Luc. Biondello, what of that? Bion. 'Faith, nothing; but h'as 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, except they are bufied about a counterfeit affurance; take you affurance of her, cum privilegio ad imprimendum folúm; to th' 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 farewell for ever and a day. Luc. Hear'ft thon, Biondello? Bion. I cannot farry; I knew a wench married in an afternoon as "the went to the garden for pariley to stuff a rabbet; and fo may you, Sir; and fo, adieu, Sir, my mater hath appointed me to go to St. 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 XII. A green lane. Enter Petruchio, Catharina, and Hortenfio. [Exit [Exit. Pet. Come on, o' God's name, once more tow'rds our father's. Good Lord, how bright and goodly fhines the moon! Hor. Hor. Say as he fays, or we fhall never go. Cath. Forward I pray, fince we are come fo far, Cath. I know it is the moon. Pet. Nay, then you lie; it is the bleffed fun. Hor. Petruchio, go thy way, the field is won. Pet. Well, forward, forward, thus the bowl should run; And not unluckily against the bias. But foft, fome company is coming here. SCENE XIII. Enter Vincentio. Good-morrow, gentle Mistress, where away? [To Vincentio. Tell me, fweet Kate, and tell me truly too, Haft thou beheld a fresher gentlewoman? Such war of white and red within her cheeks! What ftars do fpangle heaven with fuch beauty, As thofe two eyes become that heav'nly face? Fair lovely maid, once more good day to thee: Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's fake. Hor. He will make the man mad, to make a woman of him. * Cath. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and fweet, VOL. II. G g Whither we find two Mr. Pope. In the first fetch of this play, printed in 1607, Speeches in this place worth preferving, and feeming to be of the hand of Shakespeare, tho' the rest of that play is far inferior. Fair lovely maiden, young and affable, -Sweet Catharine, this lovely woman Cath. Whither away, or where is thy abode? Pet. Why, how now, Kate, I hope thou art not mad! This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, withered, And not a madman, as thou say'st he is. Cath. Pardon, old father, my mistaken eyes; That have been so bedazzled with the fun, That every thing I look on seemeth green. Now I perceive, thou art a reverend father; Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad miftaking. Pet. Do, good old grandfire, and withal make known Vin. Fair Sir, and you my merry Mistress, A fon of mine, which long I have not seen. I Pet. Happily met, the happier for thy fon; Cath. Fair lovely Lady, bright and chryftalline, Vin. |