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Near twenty years ago in Genoa,
Tra. 'Tis well, and hold your own in any case
Enter Biondello. 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 advise you: Imagine, 'twere the right
Vincentio. Bion. Tut, fear not me. Tra. But halt 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 Baptita; set your countenance, Sir.
S CE N E X.
With one consent to have her so bestowed:
Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say:
Bap. Not in my house, Lucentio ; for, you know,
Tra. Then at my lodging, an it, like you, Sir,
Bap. It likes me well. Go, Cambio, hie
[Exit. Tra. Dally not, with the Gods, but get thee gone. Signior Baptifta, shall I lead the way?
Welcome! one mess is like to be
cheer. Come, Sir, we will better it in Pisa. Bap. I'll follow you.
S C Ε Ν E
Enter Lucentio and Biondello. Bion. Cambio. 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 fon.
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; expect, they are busied about a counterfeit affurance; take you assurance of her, Cum privilegio ad imprimendum solùm; to th' Church take the Priest, Clark, and some fufficient 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 fo 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.
Luc. I may and will, if she be so contented :
Enter Petruchio, Catharina, and Hortensio. Pet. COME on, o'God's name, once more tow'rds .
Pet. Now by my mother's son, and that's my self,
Hor. Say, as he lays, or we shall never go.
Pet. I say, it is the Moon.
Cath. Then, God be blest, it is the bleffed Sun,
Hor. Petrusbio, go thy way, the field is won.
Per. Well, forward, forward, thus the bowl should
And not unluckily against the bias :
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 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
sweet, Whither away, or where is thy aboad? 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, 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