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Bion. Then thus. Baptista is fafe, talking with the deceiving father of a deceitful son.

Luc. And what of him ?

Bion. His daughter is to be brought by you to the supper.

Luc. And then ?

Bion. The old priest at St 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 folum ; to th' church take the priest, clark, 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.

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 iteff a rabbet; and so may you, Sir; and so, adicu, Sir ; ; my master hath appointed me to go to St Luke's, to bid the prieft 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 hard if Cambio

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without her. [Exit. SCENE XII. A green 'lanc. Enter Petruchio, Catharina, and Hortensio. Pet. Come on, o'God's name, once more tow'rds'

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

Cath. The moon ! the sun : it is not noon-light

go

now.

Pet. I say, it is the moon that shines so bright.
Cath. I know it is the fun that thines so bright.

Pet. Now by my mother's son, and that's niyself,
It shall be moon, or star, 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 croft!

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

Cath. Forward I pray, since we are come so far,
And be it moon, or sun, or what you please :
And if you please to call it a rush-candle,
Henceforth I vow it shall be 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 sun.

Gath. Then, God be bless'd, it is the blessed fun.
But sun it is not, when you say it is not ;
And the moon changes, even as your mind.
What you will have it nam’d, even that it is,
And so it shall be so for Catharine.

Hor. Petruchio, go thy way, the field is won.
Pet. Well, forward, forward, thus the bowl should

run;
And not unluckily against the bias.
But soft, some company is coming here.

SCEN E XIII. Enter Vincentio.
Good-morrow, gentle Mistress, where away?

[To Vincentie.
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 heav'nly face?
- Fair lovely maid, once more good day to thee :
Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's sake.
Hor. He will make the man mad, to make a woman

of him.
* Cath. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and

fwcet,

* In the first sketch of this play, printed in 1607, we find two speeches in this place worth preserving, and secining to be of ihe hand of Shakej pear, cho' the rest of that pluy is far inferior. Mr Pope.

Fair lovely muiden, young and affable,
More clear of hue, and far more beautiful
'I han precicus furdonyx or purple rocks
Of Anethysts, or glitering hyacinth-
---Sweet Catharine, this lovely wunjan

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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 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 say'st he is.
Cath. Pardon, old father, my mistaken

eyes;
That have been so bedazzled with the fun,
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 travellest; if along with us, We shall be joyful of thy company.

Vin. Fair Sir, and you my merry Mistress,
That with your ftrange encounter much amaz’d me;
My name is call'd Vincentio, my dwelling Pisa;
And bound I am to Padua, there to visit
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 intitle thee my loving father :
The lifter 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.

Cath. Fair lovely Lady, bright and chrystaline,
Beauteous and stately as the eye-train'd bird;
As glorious as the morning wash'd with dew,
Within whose eyes she takes her dawning beams
And golden summer Neeps upon thy cheeks.
Wrap up thy radiations in some cloud,
Lelt that thy beauty make this stately town
Unhabitable as the burning zone,
With sweet reflections of thy lovely face.

Let me embrace with old Vincentio,
And wander we to see thy honest fon,
Who will of thy arrival be full joyous.

I in. 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.

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

TExeunt Pet. Cath. and Vin. Hor. Well, Petruchio, this hath put me in heart. Have to my widow; and if she be froward, Then hast thou taught Hortensio to be untoward.

[Exit.

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Bion.

Before Lucentio's house. Enter Biondello, Lucentio, and Bianca, Gremio walk

ing on one side. Bion. Oftly and swiftly, Sir, for the priest is ready.

Luc. I fly, Biondello; but they may chance to need thee at home, therefore leave us.

Bion. Nay, 'faith, I'll see the church o'your back, and then come back to my master as soon as I can.

[Exit. Gre. I marvel Cambio comes not all this while. Enter Petruchio, Catharina, Vincentio, and Grumio,

with attendants. Pet. Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's house, My father's bears more towards the market-place; Thither must I, and here I leave you, Sir.

Vin. You shall 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 ?

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Ped. He's within, Sir, but not to be spoken withal.

Vin. What if a man bring him a hundred pound or two, to make merry withal ?

Ped. Keep your hundred pounds to yourself, he shall need none as long as I live.

Pet. Nay, I told you, your son was beloved in Padua. Do you hear, Sir ? to leave frivolous circumstances, I pray you, tell Signior Lucentio that his father is come from Pisa, and is here at the door to speak with him.

Ped. Thou lyest; his father is come to Padua, and here looking out of the window.

Vin. Art thou his father?

Ped. Ay, Sir; so his mother says, if I may believe her.

Pet. Why, how now, gentleman! why, this is flat knavery, to take upon you another man's name.

Ped. Lay hands on the villain. I believe he means to cozen fome body in this city under my countenance. S CE N E II. Ν Ε

Enter Biondello. Bion. I have seen them in the church together. God send 'em good shipping ! But who is here ! nine old master Vincentio ? now we are undone, and brought to nothing.

Vin. Come hither, crackhemp. [Seeing Biondello.
Bion. I hope I may chuse, Sir.
Vin. Come hither, you rogue.

What! have you forgot me ? Bion. Forgot you

?

I could not forget you, for I never saw you before in all my

life. Vin. What, you notorious villain ! didst thou never see thy master's father Vincentio ?

Bion. What, my old worshipful old master ? yes, marry, Sir, see where he looks out of the window. Vin. Is't so indeed ?

[He beats Biondello. Bion. Help, help, help, here's a madman will murder me.

Ped. Help, fon; help, Signior Baptista.

Pet. Pr'ythee, Kate, let's stand afide, and see the end of this controverfy.

[They retire.

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