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Bion. Tut, fear not me.
Tra. But hast thou done thy errand to Baptista?
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 Baptista; set your countenance, Sir.
Enter Baptista aud Lucentio.
Tra. Signior Baptifta, you are happily met:
Sir, this is the gentleman I told you of ;
I pray you stand, good father, to me now,
Give me Bianca for my patrimony.
Ped. Soft, fon. Sir, by your leave, having come
To gather in some debts, my son Lucentio
Made me acquainted with a weighty cause
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 she 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 some agreement,
Me shall you find most ready and most willing
With one consent to have her so bestowed:
For curious I cannot be with you,
Signior Baptista, 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 son Lucentio here
Doth love my daughter, and the loveth him,
Or both dissemble deeply their affections S;
And therefore if you say no more than this,
That like a father you will deal with him,
And pass my daughter a sufficient dowry,
The match is made, and all is done,
Your son shall have my daughter with consent.
Tra. I thank you, Sir. Where then do
Be we affied; 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 hearkning still ;
And, haply, then we might be interrupted.
Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, Sir,
There doth my father lye ; and there this night
We'll pass the business privately and well:
Send for your daughter by your servant here,
My boy thall fetch the scrivener presently.
The worst is this, that at so flender warning
You're like to have a thin and flender pitcance.
Bap. It likes me well. Go, Cambio, hie you home,
And bid Bianca make her ready straight :
And if you will, tell what hath happen'd here :
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! [Ex.
Tra. Dally not, with the Gods, but
Signior Baptista, Thall I lead the way?
Welcome! one mess is like to be your cheer.
Come, Sir, we will better it in Pifa.
Bap. I'll follow you.
Enter Lucentio and Biondello,
Luc. What say'st thou, Biondello?
Bion. You saw my master wink and laugh upon you.
Luc. Biondello, what of that?
Bion. 'Faith, nothing, but ha's 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 St. 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 th' Church take the Priest, Clark, and some sufficient honest witnesses: 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'st thou, Biondello?
Bion. I cannot carry; I knew a wench married in an afternoon as she went to the garden for parsly to ftuff a rabbet; and so may you, Sir, and so adieu, Sir; my Master hath appointed me to go to St. 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 Thall go hard, if Cambio go without her. [Exit.
SCENE, a green Lane. Enter Petruchio, Catharina, and Hortenfio. Pet, СОп Ome on, o'God's name, once more tow'rds
our Father's. Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the Moon!
Cath. The Moon! the Sun ; it is not Moon-light
Pet. I say, it is the Moon that shines so bright.
Cath. I know, it is the Sun that shines so bright.
Pet. Now by my mother's son, and that's my self,
It shall be Moon, or Star, or what I lift,
Or ere 1 journey to your Father's house;
Go on, and fetch our horses back again.
Evermore croft and croft, nothing but croft !
Hor. Say, as he says, or we shall never go,
Cath. Forward, I pray, since we have come so far,
And be it Moon, or Sun, or what you please :
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.
Cath. I know, it is the Moon,
Pet. Nay, then you lye; it is the blessed Sun.
Cath. Then, God be blest, it is the blessed Sun,
But Sun it is not, when you say it is not;
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 Catharine.
Hor. Petruchio, go thy way, the field is won.
Pet. Well, forward, forward, thus the bowl should And not unluckily against the bias :
[run; But soft, some company is coming here,
Good morrow, gentle Mistress, where away ?
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 heay'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
Cath. Young budding Virgin, fair, and fresh, and
Whither away, or where is thy aboad?
(23) Happy the parents of so fair a child;
Happier the man, whom favourable stars
Allot thee for his lovely bedfellow !
Pet. (23) Happy the Parents of Jo fair a Child !
Happier the Mun, whom favourable Stars
Allot thee for his lovely Bedfellow!] This Passage has a great Resemblance to what Ovid has made Salmacis fay of Hermaphrodi25.
Pet. Why, how now, Kate, I hope, thou art not
This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, withered,
And not a maiden, as, thou say'st, he is.
Cath. Pardon, old Father, my mistaken eyes ;
That have been so bedazled 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.
Pet. Do, good old Grandfire, and withal make known
Which way thou travelleft; if along with us,
We shall be joyful of thy company.
Vin. Fair Sir, and you my merry Mistress,
That with your ftrange encounter much amaz'd me;
My name is call’d 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 of my Wife, this Gentlewoman,
Thy Son by this hath married. Wonder not,
Nor be not griev'd, she is of good esteem,
Her dowry wealthy, and of worthy birth ;
Beside, so qualified, as may beseem
The Spouse of any noble Gentleman.
Let me embrace with old Vincentio,
And wander we to see thy honest Song
Who will of thy arrival be full joyous,"
Vin. But is this true, or is it effe your pleasure,
Like pleäfanit travellers, to break a jest
Upon the company you overtake?
Hor. I do assure thee, Father, so it is.
qui te genuére beati :
Et mater falix, & fortunata profectò
tibi foror eft, &
dedit ubera nutrix : Sed longè cunétis, longéque beatior illa eft Si qua tibi Sponfa eft, fi quam dignabere tæda. Mr. Warburton.