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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 son, and that's myself,
Hor. Say, as he says, or we fhall never go.
Gatb. Forward, I pray, since we have come fo fas,
Pet. I say, it is the moon.
Cath. Then, God be blest, is is the blessed fun.
Hor. Petruchio, go thy way, the field is won.
Pet. Weil, forward, forward, thus the bowl fhould nr;
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 the man, whom favourable stars Allot thee for his lovely bedfellow!
Pet. Why, how now, Kate, I hope, thou art not mad!
Pet. Do, good old grandfire, and withal make known
Vin. Fair Sír, and you my merry mistress,
(23) Happy tbe parents of fo fair a child !
Pappier the man, wbom favourable stars
Allot ibee for bis lovely bedfellow ! ] This passage has a great resemblance to what Ovid has made Salmacis say of Hermaphroditus.
qui te genuere beati : Et mater
falix, & fortunata profecto, qua tibi soror eft, & quæ dedit ubera nutrix: Sed longe cunctis, longeque bealior illa eft Si qua tibi fponfa eft, fi quam dignabere læda. Mr. Warburton.
A son of mine, which long I have not seen.
Pet. What is his name?
Pet. Happily met, the happier for thy son ;
Vin. But is this true, or is it else your pleasure,
Pet. Come, go along, and see the truth hereof:
Hor. Well, Petruchio, this hath put me in heart. Have to my widow ; and if he be froward, Then baft thou taught Hortenfio to be untoward. (Exit
A CT V.
Enter Biondelto, Lucentio and Bianca, Gremio,
walking on one fade. Bion. , ; to
Oftly and swiftly, Sir, for the prieft is ready. need thee at home, therefore leave us,
Bion. Nay, faith, I'll see the church o'your back, (24) and then come back to my master as I can. [Exit.
Gre. I marvel, Cambio comes not all this while. Enter Petruchio, Catharina, Vincentio and Grumio,
Sir. Vin, You Thall not chuse but drink before you go; I think, I shall command your welcome here; And by all likelihood fome cheer is toward. Knocks. Gre. They're busy within, you were best knock louder.
[Pedant looks out of the window. Ped. What's he, that knocks as he would beat down the gate?
Vin. Is Signior Lucentio within, Sir?
Vin. What, if a man bring him a hundred pound or two, to make merry withal ?
(24) And then come back to my mistress as foon as I can.) The edi. tions all agree in this reading; but what mistress was Biondello to come back to ? he must certainly mean : “ Nay, faith, Sir, I must see you “ in the church; and then, for fear I should be wanted, I'll run “ back to wait on Tranio, who at present personates you, and whom therefore I at present acknowledge for my mafter,"
Ped. Keep your hundred pounds to yourself, he shall need none as long as I live.
Pet. Nay, I told you, your son was belov'd in Padua.. Do you hear, Sir? to leave frivolous circumstances, I pray you, tell Signior Lucentio that his father is come from Pifa, and is here at the door to speak with him.
Ped. Thou lyeft ; his father is come to Padua, and here looking out of the window.
Vin. Art thou his father?
Pet. Why how now, gentleman! why, this is fiat knavery to take upon you another man's name,
Ped. Lay hands on the villain. I believe, he means to cozen somebody in this city under my countenance.
Vin. Come hither, crack hemp. (Seeing Biondello.
Bion. Forgot you ? no, Sir: I could not forget you, for I never saw you before in all life.
Vin. What, you notorious villain, didft thou never see thy master's father Vincentio ?
Bion. What, my old worshipful old mafter? yes marry,
[He beats Biondello, Bion. Help, help, help, here's a mad-man will murder me.
Ped. Help, Son; help, Signior Baptista.
Pet. Prithee, Kate, let's stand aside, and see the end of this controversy.
[They retire. Enter Pedant with Servants, Baptista and Tranio. Tra. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my servant Viß. What am I, Sir; nay, what are you, Sir ? oh,