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For this poor furniture, and mean array, .'
Cath. I dare assure you, Sir, 'cis almost ewo;
Pet. It shall be seven, ere I go to horse. Look, what I speak, or do, or think to do, : You are still crossing it; Sirs, let'c 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.
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Enter Servants. Aleep 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 hall be done, my Lord; come help to bear bim bence.
[They bear of Sly. S CE NE IX.
Before Baptista's House.
Near twenty years ago in Genoa,
Tra. 'Tis well, and hold your own in any case
Enter Biondello. Ped. I warrant you: but, Sir, here comes your boy; 'Twere good, he were school'd.
Tra. Fear you not him; firrah, Biondello,
Bion. Tut, fear not me.
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 Baptista; set your countenance, Sir,
S CE N E X.
Enter Baptista and Lucentio.
With one consent to have her so bestowed:
Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say:
best, Be we affied; and such affurance ta’en, As shall with either part's agreement stand?
Bap. Not in my house, Lucentio ; for, you know,
Tra. Then at niy lodging, an it like you, Sir,
Bap. It likes me well. Go, Cambio, hie you home,
[Exit. Tra. Dally not, with the Gods, but get thee gone. Signior Baptista, shall I lead the way?
Welcome ! one mess is like to be your cheer.
[Exeunt. S c E N E XI.
Enter Lucentio and Biondello. Bion. Cambio. Luc. What fay'st thou, 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 signs and tokens.
Luc. I pray thee, moralize them.
Bion. Then thus. Baptista is safe, tal king 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 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 folùm; to th' Church take the Priest, Clark, and some fufficient honeft 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 parsly to stuff a rabbet; and fo may you, Sir, and so, adieu, Sir; my Master hath appointed me to go to St. Luke's, to bid the Priest be ready to come against you come with your Appendix.
Luc. I may and will, if she be so contented :
is CE N E XII.
A green Lane.
U our Father's.
Pet. Now by my mother's son, and that's my self,
Hor. Say, as he says, or we shall never go.
Catb. Forward I pray, since we are come so far,
Pet. I say, it is the Moon.
Cath. Then, God be bleft, it is the blessed Sun,
Hor. Petrusbio, go thy way, the field is won,