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I pray you stand, good father, to me now,
Ped. Soft, son. Sir, by your leave, having come to Padua
Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say:
Tra. I thank you, Sir. Where then do you know best,
Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, Sira
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.
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-
SCENE, a green Lane.
Enter Petruchio, Catharina, and Hortenfio,
Catb. The moon ! the fun; it is not moon-light now.
Pet. Now by my mother's fon, and that's myfelf,
Hor. Say, as he says, or we fall never go.
Catb. Forward, I pray, since we have come fo fase
Pet. I say, it is the moon.
Cath. Then, God be bleft, is is the blefled fua.
will have it pam'd, even that it is,
Hor. Petruchio, go thy way, the field is won.
Pet. Well, forward, forward, thus the bowl fhould runt;
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!
Cath. Pardon, old father, my mistaken eyes ;
Pet. Do, good old grandfire, and withal make known
Vin. Fair Sir, and you my merry mistress,
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
fælix, & fortunata profecto,
tibi foror eft, & quæ dedit ubera nutrix:
A son of mine, which long I have not seen.
Pet. What is his name?
Pet. Happily met, the happier for thy fon;
Vin. But is this true, or is it else your pleasure,
Hor. I do assure thee, father, fo. it is.
Pet. Come, go along, and see the truth hereof:
Hor. Well, Petruchio, this bath put me in heart.