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Look, what I speak, or do, or think to do,
You are still crossing it; Sirs, let't alone,
I will not go to day, and ere I do,
It shall be what o'clock I say it is.
Hor. Why, so; this Gallant will command the Sun.

(Exeunt Pet. Cath. and Hor. [The Presenters, above, speak here.] Lord. Who's within there?

(Sly Neeps. Enter Servants. Asleep again ! go' take him easily up, and put him in his own apparel again. But see, you wake him not in any case.

Serv. It shall be done, my Lord; come help to bear him hence.

[They bear off Sly.

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Before Baptista's House.
Enter Tranio, and the Pedant drejt like Vincentio.
Tra. IR, this is the house; please it you, that

I call?
Ped. Ay, what else! and (but I be deceived,)
Signior Baptista may remember me
Near twenty years ago in Genoa,
Where we were lodgers, at the Pegasus.
Tra. 'Tis well, and hold


cafe With such austerity as longeth to a father.

Enter Biondello. Ped. I warrant


: but, Sir, here comes your boy; 'Twere good, he were school'd.

Tra. Fear you not him; firrah, Biondello,
Now do your duty throughly, I advise you:
Imagine, 'twere the right Vincentio.

B В Tut, fear not me.
Tra. But halt thou done thy errand to Baptista?



Bion. I told him, that your father was in Venice; And that

you look'd for him this day in Padua. Tra. Th' art a tall fellow, hold thee that to drink; Here comes Baptifta; fet your countenance, Sir.

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Enter Baptista and Lucentio.
Tra. IGNIOR Baptista, you are happily met:

Sir, this is the gentleman I told you of;
pray you

stand, good Father, to me now,
Give me Bianca for my patrimony.
Ped. Soft, son, Sir, by your leave, having come to

To gather in some debts, my son 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 io 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 Baptista, of whom I hear so well.

Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say:
Your plainness and your shortness please me well.
Right true it is, your son 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 sufficient dowry,
The match is made, and all is done,
Your son shall have my daughter with consent.


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Tra. I thank you, Sir. Where then do you know Be we affied; and such assurance ta'en, [beft, As shall with either part's agreement stand?

Bap. Not in my house, Lucentio ; for, you know, Pitchers have ears, and I have many

Besides, old Gremio is hearkning ftill;
And, haply, then we might be interrupted.

Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, Sir,
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 shall fetch the scrivener presently.
The worst is this, that at so slender warning
You're like to have a thin and slender pittance.

Bap. Itlikes me well. Go, Cambio, hie you home,
And bid Bianca make her ready straight :
And if you will, tell what hath happen'd here:
Lucentio's father is arriv'd in Padua,
And how she's like to be Lucentio's wife.
Luc. I pray the Gods she may, with all my heart !

[Exit. 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 Pisa. Bap. I'll follow you.


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Enter Lucentio and Biondello.


Luc. What say'st thoų, Biondello?
Bion. You saw my master wink and laugh upon you.
Luc. Biondello, what of that?

Bion. Faith, nothing; But ha's left me here behind to expound the meaning or moral of his figns and tokens.


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Luc. I pray thee, moralize them.

Bion. Then thus. Baptista is safe, 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 ; expect, they are busied about a counterfeit assurance; take you assurance of her, Cum privilegio ad imprimendum solum; to th' 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.

Luc. Hear'st thou, Biondello ?

Bion. I cannot tarry ; I knew; a wench married in an afternoon as fhe went to the garden for parsley to stuff a rabbet; and so may you, Sir, and so, adieu, Sir; my master hath appointed me to go to St. Luke's, to bid ihe Priest be ready to come against you come with your Appendix.

Luc. I may and will, if the 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 without her. [Exit.


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A green Lane.
Enter Petruchio, Catharina, and Hortensio.
Pet. COM Eon o God's name, once more tow'rds
Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the Moon!
Cath. The Moon! the Sun: it is not Moon-light


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Pet. I say, it is the Moon that shines fo bright.
Cath. I know it is the Sun that shines so bright,

Pet. Now by my mother's son, and that's myself,
It shall be Moon, or Star, or what I list,
Or ere I journey to your father's house :
Go on, and fetch our horses back again.
Evermore crost and croft, nothing but croft?

Hor. Say, as he says, or we fhall never go.
Cath. Forward I


since we are come so far,
And be it Moon, or Sún, or what you please:
And if you please to call it a rulh 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 lie ; it is the blessed Sun.

Cath. Then, God be blest, it is the blessed Sun.
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 Catharine.

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

1. run,
And not unluckily against the bias :
But foft, some company is coming here.


Enteri Vincentio.
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 heav'nly face?
Fair lovely Maid, once more good day to thee :
Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's fake.


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