"Hor. Heaven-a-mercy, Grumio! then he fhall have H no odds. "Pet. Well, fir, in brief, the gown is not for me. "Gru. Villain, not for thy life: Take up my mif "trefs' gown for thy mafter's ufe! "Pet. Why, fir, what's your conceit in that? "Gru. O, fir, the conceit is deeper than you think "for: Take up my mistress' gown to his master's use! "O, fie, fie, fie! Pet. Hortenfio, fay, thou'lt fee the taylor pay'd. [Afede. Go, take it hence; be gone, and fay no more. Hor. Taylor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-morrow. Take no unkindness of his hafty words: Away, I say ; commend me to thy master. [Exit Taylor. Pet. Well, come, my Kate; we will unto your father's, Even in these honeft mean habiliments; Our purfes fhall be proud, our garments poor: "What, is the jay more precious than the lark,. *The whole of this fcene is unusually pleasant; there is a mafterly mixture of character, and the dialogue is apt, spirited, and concife. Cat. I dare affure you, fir, 'tis almost two; Hor. Why, fo! this gallant will command the fun. [Exeunts. SCENE III. Padua. Before Baptifta's House.. Enter Tranio; and the Pedant, booted, and dreft like Vincentio. Tra. Sir, this is the houfe; pleafe it you, that I call Ped. Ay, fir; what elfe? and, but I be deceiv'd, Signior Baptifta may remember me, Near twenty years ago, in Genoa :— Tra. Where you were lodgers at the Pegasus. "Tis well; and hold your own, in any cafe,, With fuch aufterity as 'longeth to a father. Enter Biondello. Ped. I warrant you: But, fir, here comes your boy ;; "Twere good, that he were school'd. Tra. Fear you not him. Sirrah Biondello, Now do your duty throughly, I advise you :: Bio. Tut! fear not me. Tra. But haft thou done thy errand to Baptifta? Bio. 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 Baptifta :- -fet your countenance, fir.Enter Baptifta, and Lucentio. Signior Baptifta, you are happily met : Sir, [to the Pedant. The variations of Petruchio are naturally conceived and not too much multiplied; his expreffions are very poignant, and happily adapted, This is the gentleman I told you of; Ped. Soft, fon! Sir, by your leave; having come to Padua To have him match'd; and,-if you please to like Signior Baptifta, of whom I hear so well. Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to fay :- Tra. I thank you, fir: Where then do you know best, We be affy'd; and fuch affurance ta'en, As fhall with either part's agreement stand? Bap. Not in my house, Lucentio; for, you know, Pitchers have ears, and I have many fervants: Befides, old Gremio is hark'ning ftill; And, happily, we might be interrupted. Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, fir: You're You're like to have a thin and slender pittance. Bap. It likes me well:-So, Cambio, hie you home, And bid Bianca make her ready straight: And, if you will, tell what hath happened ;- And how he's like to be Lucentio's wife. Luc. I pray the gods fhe may, with all my heart. Tra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone. Signior Baptifta, fhall I lead the way? Come, fir; one mefs is like to be your cheer; We'll better it in Pisa. Bap. I follow you. Bio. Cambio, [Exeunt Tra. Ped. and Bap. [calling Lucentio back. Luc. What fay'ft thou, Biondello ? Bio. You faw my master wink and laugh upon you? Luc. Biondello, what of that? Bio. '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. Bio. Then thus. Baptifta is fafe, talking with the deceiving father of a deceitful fon. Luc. And what of him ? Bio. His daughter is to be brought by you to the fupper. Luc. And then ?— Bio. The old prieft at faint Luke's church is at your command at all hours. Luc. And what of all this? Bio. I cannot tell; except, while they are bufy'd about a counterfeit affurance, take you affurance of her, cum privilegio ad imprimendum folum: to the church take the priest, clerk, and fome 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. [Going. Luc. Hear't thou, Biondello? Bio. I cannot tarry: I knew a wench marry'd in an afternoon, as she went to the garden for parfly to ftuff a rabbit; and fo may you, fir; and fo adieu, fir. My master hath appointed me to go to faint 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 fo contented: [Exit. ACT V. SCENE I. A public Road. Enter Petruchio, Catherine, and Hortenfio. PETRUCHIO. NOME on, in Heav'n's name; once more toward COME our father's. Good Lord, how bright and goodly fhines the moon! Or ere I journey to your father's house :- Pet. I fay, it is the moon. Cat. I know, it is the moon. Pet. Nay, then, you lie; it is the blessed fun. Cat. Then, Heav'n be bleft, it is the blessed sun :But fun it is not, when you fay it is not; And the moon changes even as your mind. What you will have it nam'd, even that it is; The latter part of this fcene is flat and uneffential; the Act has in it fome paffages of peculiar spirit, and several fituations are very rifible; but fome other parts are a mere continuation of the plot. |