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 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 afsurance; take you affurance of her, cum privilegio ad imprimendum falum; to th' church take the priest, clark, 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 he went to the garden for parsley to ituff a rabbet; and fo may you, Sir; and so, adieu, Sir; my mafter 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 fhe be fo contented: SCENE XII. A green lane. [Exit. Enter Petruchio, Catharina, and Hortenfio. Pet. Come on, o'God's name, once more tow'rds` our father's. Good Lord, how bright and goodly fhines the moon! Cath. The moon! the fun it is not moon-light now. Pet. I fay, it is the moon that shines fo bright. G & Hor. Say as he fays, or we fhall never go. Cath. I know it is the moon. Pet. Nay, then you lye; it is the blessed fun. Hor. Petruchio, go thy way, the field is won. run; And not unluckily against the bias. But foft, fome company is coming here. SCENE XIII. Enter Vincentio. [To Vincentio. Tell me, fweet Kate, and tell me truly too, Cath. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and *In the first sketch of this play, printed in 1607, -Sweet Catharine, this lovely woman we find two of the band Mr Pope. 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, Cath. Pardon, old father, my mistaken eyes; Pet. Do, good old grandfire, and withal make known Which way thou travelleft; if along with us, Vin. Fair Sir, and you my merry Mistress, A fon of mine, which long I have not seen. Vin. Lucentio, gentle Sir. Pet. Happily met, the happier for thy fon; Cath. Fair lovely Lady, bright and chrystaline, With sweet reflections of thy lovely face. Let me embrace with old Vincentio, I in. But is this true, or is it elfe your pleasure, 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 Pet. Cath. and Vin. Hor. Well, Petruchio, this hath put me in heart. Have to my widow; and if the be froward, Then haft thou taught Hortenfio to be untoward. [Exit. A CT V. SCENE I. Before Lucentio's house. Enter Biondello, Lucentio, and Bianca, Gremio walking on one fide. Bion. Oftly and fwiftly, Sir, for the priest is ready. for is Luc. I fly, Biondello; but they may chance to need thee at home, therefore leave us. Bion. Nay, 'faith, I'll fee the church o' your back, and then come back to my mafter as foon as I can. [Exit. Gre. I marvel Cambio comes not all this while. Enter Petruchio, Catharina, Vincentio, and Grumio, with attendants. Pet. Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's house, My father's bears more towards the market-place; Thither muft I, and here I leave you, Sir. Vin. You fhall not chufe but drink before you go; I think I fhall command your welcome here; And by all likelihood fome cheer is toward. [Knocks. Gre. They're busy within, you were best knock louder. [Pedant looks out of the window. Ped. What's he that knocks as he would beat down the gate? Vin. Is Signior Lucentio within, Sir? Ped. He's within, Sir, but not to be spoken withal. Vin. What if a man bring him a hundred pound or two, to make merry withal? Ped. Keep your hundred pounds to yourself, he fhall need none as long as I live. Pet. Nay, I told you, your fon was beloved in Padua. Do you hear, Sir? to leave frivolous circumftances, I pray you, tell Signior Lucentio that his father is come from Pifa, and is here at the door to speak with him. Ped. Thou lyeft; his father is come to Padua, and here looking out of the window. Vin. Art thou his father? Ped. Ay, Sir; fo his mother fays, if I may believe her. Pet. Why, how now, gentleman! why, this is flat knavery, to take upon you another man's name. Ped. Lay hands on the villain. I believe he means to cozen fome body in this city under my countenance. SCENE II. Enter Biondello. Bion. I have feen them in the church together. God fend 'em good shipping! But who is here! mine old mafter Vincentio? now we are undone, and brought to nothing. Vin. Come hither, crackhemp. Bion. I hope I may chufe, Sir. Vin. Come hither, you rogue. forgot me? [Seeing Biondello. What! have you Bion. Forgot you? no, Sir: I could not forget you, for I never faw you before in all my life. Vin. What, you notorious villain! didft thou never fee thy mafter's father Vincentio ? Bion. What, my old worshipful old mafter? yes, marry, Sir, fee where he looks out of the window. Vin. Is't fo indeed? [He beats Biondello. Bion. Help, help, help, here's a madman will murder me. Ped. Help, fon; help, Signior Baptifta. Pet. Pr'ythee, Kate, let's ftand afide, and fee the end of this controverfy. [They retire. |