thy mete-yard, and spare not me. Hor. God-a-mercy, Grumio! then he shall have no odds. Gru. You are i' th' right, sir; 'tis for my mistress. Gru. Villain, not for thy life: Take up my mistress' gown for thy master's use. Pet. Why, sir, what's your conceit in that? Gru. O, sir, the conceit is deeper than you think for: Take up my mistress' gown to his master's use ! O, fye, fye, fye! Pet. Hortensio, say thou wilt see the tailor paid: [Aside. -Go, take it hence; begone, and say no more. Hor. Tailor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-morrow. Take no unkindness of his hasty words: Away, I say; commend me to thy master. [Exit Tailor. Pet. Well, come, my Kate; we will unto your father's, Even in these honest mean habiliments; Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor : And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, Kath. I dare assure you, sir, 'tis almost two; It shall be what o'clock I say it is. Hor. Why, so! this gallant will command the sun. [Exe. SCENE IV. Padua. Before BAPTISTA'S House. Enter TRANIO, and the Pedant dressed like VINCENTIO. Tra. Sir, this is the house; Please it you, that I call? Ped. Ay, what else? and, but I be deceived, Signior Baptista may remember me, Near twenty years ago, in Genoa, where Tra. 'Tis well; And hold your own in any case, with such Enter BIONDello. Ped. I warrant you: But, sir, here comes your boy; 'Twere good, he were school'd. Tra. Fear you not him. Sirrah, Biondello, Now do your duty throughly, I advise you; Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio. Bion. Tut! fear not me. Tra. But hast thou done thy errand to Baptista? Bion. I told him, that your father was at Venice; And that you look'd for him this day in Padua. Tra. Thou'rt a tall fellow; hold thee that to drink, Here comes Baptista ;-set your countenance, sir.Enter BAPTISTA and LUCENTIO. Signior Baptista, you are happily met: -Sir, [To the Pedant.] This is the gentleman I told you of; I pray you, stand good father to me now, Ped. Soft, son! -Sir, by your leave; having come to Padua To have him match'd; and,-if you please to like 20 VOL. III. Signior Baptista, of whom I hear so well. Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say ;- Tra. I thank you, sir. Where then do you know best, We be affied; and such assurance ta'en, As shall with either part's agreement stand? Bap. Not in my house, Lucentio; for, you know, Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, sir: And how she's like to be Lucentio's wife. Luc. I pray the gods she may, with all my heart! Tra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone. Signior Baptista, shall I lead the way ? Welcome! one mess is like to be your cheer: Come, sir; we'll better it in Pisa. Bap. I follow you. Bion. Cambio.— [Exe. TRA. Pedant, and Bar. Luc. What say'st thou, Biondello? Bion. You saw my master wink and laugh upon you? Luc. Biondello, what of that? [1] To pass is, in this place, synonymous to assure or convey; as it sometimes oceurs in the covenant of a purchased deed, that the granter has power to bargain, sell, &c. and thereby to pass and convey" the premises to the grantee. RITSON. [3] Happily, in Shakespeare's time, signified accidentally, as well as fortunately. TYRWHITT 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? Bron. His daughter is to be brought by you to the Bion. The old priest at Saint 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 solùm: to the church ;take the priest, clerk, and some sufficient honest wit nesses: If this be not that you look for, I have no more to say, But, bid Bianca farewell for ever and a day. [Going. Luc. Hear'st thou, Biondello ? Bion. I cannot tarry: I knew a wench married in an afternoon as she went to the garden for parsley to stuff a rabbit; and so may you, sir; and so adieu, sir. My master hath appointed me to go to Saint 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 : SCENE V. [Exit. A public Road. Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, and HOR TENSIO. Pet. Come on, o'God's name; once more toward our father's. Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the moon! [3] It is scarce necessary to observe, that these are the words which commonly were put on books where an exclusive right had been granted to particular persons for printing them. REED. It shall be moon, or star, or what I list, Or ere I journey to your father's house :- Evermore cross'd, and cross'd; nothing but cross'd! And if you please to call it a rush candle, Kath. I know it is. Pet. Nay, then you lie; it is the blessed sun. Kath. Then, God be bless'd, 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 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; what company is coming here? Enter VINCENTIO, in a travelling dress. Good-morrow, gentle mistress: Where away? [To VINCENTIO. -Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too, 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; Allot thee for his lovely bed-fellow! 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. Kath. Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes, That have been so bedazzled with the sun, |