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Bion. Then, thus:-Baptista is safe, talking with the deceiving father of a deceitful son.
Luc. And what of him?
Luc. And then ?
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 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'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: She will be pleas'd, then wherefore should I doubt; Hap what hap may, I'll roundly go about her; It shall go hard, if Cambio go
A PUBLICK ROAD.
Enter Petruchio, Katharina, and Hortensio. Pet. Come on, o'God's name; once more toward
our father's. Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the
moon! Kath. The moon! the sun; it is not moonlight
Pet. I say, it is the moon that shines so bright.
Hor. Say as he says, or we shall never go.
Pet. I say, it is the moon.
I know it is.
But sun it is not, when you say it is not;
And the moon changes, even as your mind.
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
And not unluckily against the bias. —
Enter Vincentio, in a travelling dress. Good-morrow, gentle mistress: Where away?
[To Vincentio. Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too, Hast 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 heavenly face?Fair lovely maid, once more good day to thee:Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's sake. Hor. 'A will make the man mad, to make a wo
man 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; Happier the man, whom favourable stars 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 thoa say'st he is.
Kath. Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes,
That have been so bedazzled with the sun,
Vin. Fair sir,—and you my merry mistress, – That with your strange encounter much amaz’d
Pet. What is his name?
Lucentio, gentle sir.
any noble gentleman. Let me embrace with old Vincentio: And wander we to see thy honest son, Who will of thy arrival 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, so it is.