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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; fet your countenance, Sir.
Enter Baptista and Lucentio.
With one consent to have her so bestowed:
For curious I cannot be with you,
Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say:
Right true it is, your son Lucentio here
Or both diffemble deeply their affections ;
Bap. Not in my house, Lucentio ; for, you know,
Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, Sir,
[Exit, Tra. Dally not, with the Gods, but get thee gone. 5 Signior Baptifta, shall I lead the way?
Welcome! one mess is like to be
cheer. Come, Sir, we will better it in Pisa. Bap. I'll follow you.
S C Ε Ν E
Enter Lucentio and Biondello. Bion. Cambio. Luc. What say'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, talking 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 affurance; take you assurance of her, Cum privilegio ad imprimendum solùm; to th' Church take the Priest, Clark, and some fufficient 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 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 :
S CE N E XII.
Enter Petruchio, Catharina, and Hortenfio.
Cath. The Moon the Sun: it is not Moon-light
Pet. I say, it is the Moon that shines fo bright.
Pet. Now by my mother's son, and that's my self,
Hor. Say, as he fays, 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. Petrucbio, go thy way, the field is won.
Pet. Well, forward, forward, thus the bowl should
And not unluckily against the bias :
S CE N E
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. Hor. He will make the man mad, to make a
woman of him. Cath. Young budding Virgin, fair, and fresh, and
Whither away, or where is thy aboad?
Cath. Pardon, old Father, my mistaken eyes; That have been so bedazled with the fun, That every thing I look on seemech green. Now I perceive, thou art a reverend Father: Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad miftaking. Pet. Do, good old Grandfire, and withal make known