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I pray you stand, good father, to me now,
Give me Bianca for my patrimony.

Ped. Soft, son. Sir, by your leave, having come to Padua
To gather in some debts, my fon 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 Baptifta, of whom I hear so well.

Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say:
Your plainness and your Mortness please me well.
Right true it is, your fon Lucentio here
Doth love my daughter, and she loveth him,
Or both dissemble deeply their affections;
And therefore if you say no more than this,
That like a father you will deal with him,
And pass my daughter a fufficient 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 you know best,
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 hearkening still;
And, haply, then we might be interrupted.

Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, Sira
There doth my father lie; 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 slender warning
You're like to have a thin and sender pittance.



Bap. It likes me well. Go, Cambio, hie you home, And bid Bianca make her ready strait : And if you will, tell what hath happen'd here : Lucentio's father is arriv'd in Padua, And how he'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 get thee gone.
Signior Baptifta, shall 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 Blondello.
Bion. Cambio.
Luc. What say'st thou, Biondello ?
Bion. You saw


master wink and laugh upon you. Luc. Biondello, what of that?

Bion. 'Faith, nothing ; but h'as left me here behind to expound the meaning or moral of his signs and tokens,

Luc. I pray thee moralize them.

Bion. Then thas. 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 of St. Luke's church is at your command at all hours.

Luce And what of all this?

Bion. I cannot tell, except they are busied about a counterfeit assurance ; take

your assurance of her, Cum privilegio ad imprimendum folùm ; to th' church take the priest, clark, and fome sufficient honeit witnesses: If this be not that


Icok for, I have no more to say, But bid Bianca farewel for ever and a day.

Luc. Hear'lt thou, Biondello? Bion. I cannot tarry; I knew a wench married in an afternoon as she went to the garden for parlly to fuff a rabbet; and so may you, sir, and so adieu, Sir; my maiter hath appointed me to go to St. Luke's, to bid che

priest be ready to come against you come with your ap-

Luc. I may, and will, if the be so contented :
She will be pleas’d, then wherefore laould I doubt?
Hap what hap may, I roundly go about her ;
It shall go hard, if Cambia go without her. (Exit.

SCENE, a green Lane.



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Enter Petruchio, Catharina, and Hortenfio,
OME on, o'God's name, once more towards

our father's.
Good Lord, how bright and goodly fines the moon!

Catb. The moon ! the fun; it is not moon-light now.
Pet. I say, it is the moon that thines so bright
Cath. I know, it is the sun that thines fo bright.

Pet. Now by my mother's fon, and that's myfelf,
It shall be moon, or ftar, or what I lift,
Or ere I journey to your father's house:
Go on, and fetch our horses back again.
Evermore croft and croft, nothing but crost !

Hor. Say, as he says, or we fall never go.

Catb. Forward, I pray, since we have come fo fase
And be it moon, or fun, or what you please :
And if you please to call it a rush candle,
Henceforth I vow it Thall be fo 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 fun.

Cath. Then, God be bleft, is is the blefled fua.
But sun it is not, when you say it is not;
And the moon changes, even as your mind.

will have it pam'd, even that it is,
And so it shall be 10 for Catharint,

Hor. Petruchio, go thy way, the field is won.

Pet. Well, forward, forward, thus the bowl fhould runt;
And not unluckily against the bias :
But soft, fome company is coming here:

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the man,

Enter Vincentio. Good-morrow,gentle mistress,where away? [T.Vincentio. Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too, Haft 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 abode ? (23) Happy the parents of fo fair a child; Happier

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 fay'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 strange encounter much amaz’d me;
My name is call'd Vincentio, my dwelling Pisa;
And bound I am to Padua, there to visit
(23) Happy tbe parents of so fair a child !

Happier the man, wbom favourable stars

Allot ibee for dis lovely, bedfellow!] This paffage has a great resemblance to what Ovid has made Salmacis say of Hermaphroditus.

- qui te genuere
Et mater

fælix, & fortunata profecto,

tibi foror eft, & quæ dedit ubera nutrix:
Sed longe cun&tis, longeque bealior illa eft
Si qua
tibi fponfa eft, fi quam dignabere rada. Mr. Warburton.



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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 fon;
And now by law, as well as reverend age,
I may entitle thee my loving father :
The fifter of my wife, this gentlewoman,
Thy fon 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 son,
Who will of thy arrivat be full joyous.

Vin. But is this true, or is it else your pleasure,
Like pleasant travellers, to break a jest
Upon the company you overtake ?

Hor. I do assure thee, father, fo. it is.

Pet. Come, go along, and see the truth hereof:
For our first merriment hath made thee jealous. [Exea

Hor. Well, Petruchio, this bath put me in heart.
Have to my widow; and if she be froward,
Then haft thou taught Hortenfio to be untoward [Exit.

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