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gown unto his master's use? O, fie, fie, fie!
Pet. Hortenso, say, thou wilt see the tailor pay’d. [afide. Go, take it hence; be gone, and say no more.
Hor. Tailor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-morrow;
Take no unkindness of his hasty words:
Away, I say, commend me to thy master.
[Exit Tailor. Pet. Well
, come, my Kate, we will unto your father's,
Even in these honest mean habiliments :
Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor;
For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich:
And as the fun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
What, is the jay more precious than the lark,
Because his feathers are more beautiful ?
Or is the adder better than the eel,
Because his painted skin contents the eye?
O, no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse
For this poor furniture, and mean array.
If thou account'st it shame, lay it on me;
And therefore frolick; we will hence forthwith,
To feast and sport us at thy father's house.
Go, call my men, and let us straight to him,
And bring our horses unto Long-lane end,
There will we mount, and thither walk on foot.
Let's see; I think, 'tis now some seven o'clock,
And well we may come there by dinner-time.
Cath. I dare assure you, fir, 'tis almost two;
And ’twill be supper-time ere you come there.
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'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 fun.
[Exeunt Pet. Cath. and Hor.
Enter Tranio, and the Pedant dress’d like Vincentio.
Tra.CIR, this is the house; please it you that I call ?
Ped. Ay, 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 your own, in any case,
With such austerity as ’longeth to a father.
Ped. I warrant you: but, fir, here comes your boy;
'Twere good that he were school’d.
Tra. Fear you not him.
Sirrah Biondello, do your duty throughly;
Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio.
Bion. Tut! fear not me.
Tra. But hast thou done thy errand to Baptista?
Bion. I told him that your father was in Venice,
And that you look”d for him in Padua.
Tra. Th’art a tall fellow; hold thee that to drink. Here comes Baptista; set your countenance, sir.
Enter Baptista, and Lucentio.
Tra. Signior Baptista, you are happily met:
Sir, this is the gentleman I told you of;
I pray you, stand, good father, to me now,
Give me Bianca for my patrimony.
Ped. Soft, son!
Sir, by your leave; having come to Padua
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 The to 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 fo 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 fully made, and all is done,
Your son shall have my daughter with consent.
Tra. I thank you, sir: where then do you trow is best
We be affied, and fuch assurance ta’en,
As shall with either part's agreement stand?
Bap. Not in my house, Lucentio; for, you know,
Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants :
Besides, old Gremio is heark’ning still;
And, haply, then we might be interrupted.
Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you,
fir: There doth
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 Nender warning
You're like to have a thin and slender pittance.
Bap. It likes 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 Baptista, shall I lead the
Welcome! one mess is like to be your cheer.
But come, sir, we will better it in Pifa.
Bap. I follow you.
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 h’as 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 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 faint 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 folùm : 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 she went to the garden for parsley to stuff a rabbet; and so may you, fir; and so adieu, sir: my master hath appointed me to go to faint 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 without her.
Enter Petruchio, Catharina, and Hortensio. Pet. TOME 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 moonlight now.
Pet. I say, it is the moon that shines so 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 cross’d and cross’d, nothing but crofs'd!
Hor. Say as he says, or we shall never go.
Cath. Forward, I pray, since we have 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.