PET. I fay, it is the moon that shines fo bright. KATH. I know, it is the fun that shines fo bright. PET. Now, by my mother's fon, 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 horfes back again.Evermore croft, and croft; nothing but croft! HOR. Say as he says, or we shall never go. KATH. Forward, I pray, fince we have come so far, And be it moon, or fun, or what you please: And if you please to call it a rush candle, Henceforth I vow it fhall be fo for me. PET. I fay, it is the moon.

KATH. I know it is.

PET. Nay, then you lie; it is the bleffed fun. KATH. Then, God be bless'd, it is the blessed fun :--But fun 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 Katharine.

HOR. Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is won.

PET. Well, forward, forward: thus the bowl should run, And not unluckily against the bias.

But foft; what company is coming here?

Enter VINCENTIO, in a travelling drefs. Good-morrow, gentle mistress: Where away?

?

[TO VINCENTIO.

Tell me, fweet Kate, and tell me truly too,
Haft thou beheld a fresher gentlewoman?
Such war of white and red within her cheeks!
What ftars do fpangle heaven with such beauty,
As those two eyes become that heavenly face?—
Fair lovely maid, once more good day to thee :—

Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's fake.

[him. HOR. 'A will make the man mad, to make a woman of

KATH. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and sweet, Whither away; or where is thy abode ? Happy the parents of fo fair a child; Happier the man, whom favourable stars Allot thee for his lovely bed-fellow !

PET. Why, how now, Kate! I hope, thou art not mad : This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither'd;

And not a maiden, as thou fay'ft he is.

KATH. Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes,
That have been fo bedazzled with the fun,
That every thing I look on feemeth 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 travelleft: if along with us,
We shall be joyful of thy company.

VIN. Fair fir,—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 fon of mine, which long I have not seen.
PET. What is his name?

VIN. Lucentio, gentle fir.

PET. Happily met; the happier for thy fon. And now by law, as well as reverend age,

I

may entitle thee-my loving father;

The fifter to my wife, this gentlewoman,

Thy fon by this hath married: Wonder not,
Nor be not griev'd; fhe is of good esteem,
Her dowry wealthy, and of worthy birth;
Befide, fo qualified as may befeem

The spouse of any noble gentleman.
Let me embrace with old Vincentio :
And wander we to fee thy honest son,
Who will of thy arrival be full joyous.

VIN. 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 affure thee, father, fo it is.

PET. Come, go along, and fee the truth hereof; For our firft merriment hath made thee jealous.

[Exeunt PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, and VINCENTIO. HOR. Well, Petruchio, this hath put me in heart. Have to my widow; and if the be froward,

Then haft thou taught Hortenfio to be untoward. [Exit.

ACT V.

SCENE I. Padua. Before LUCENTIO'S House. Enter on one fide BIONDELLO, LUCENTIO, and BIANCA; GREMIO walking on the other fide.

BION. Softly and swiftly, fir; 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 fee the church o' your back; and then come back to my master as foon as I can.

[Exeunt LUCENTIO, BIANCA, and BIONDELLO. GRE. I marvel, Cambio comes not all this while. Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, VINCENTIO, and Attendants.

PET. Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's houfe, My father's bears more toward the marketplace; Thither must I, and here I leave you, fir.

VIN. You fhall not choose 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 bufy within, you were beft knock louder. Enter PEDANT above, at a window.

PED. What's he, that knocks as he would beat down the gate?

VIN. Is fignior Lucentio within, fir?

PED. He's within, fir, 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, fo long as I live.

PET. Nay, I told you, your fon was belov'd in Padua. -Do you hear, fir?-to leave frivolous circumstances, -I pray you, tell fignior Lucentio, that his father is come from Pifa, and is here at the door to speak with him.

PED. Thou lieft; his father is come from Pisa, and here looking out at the window.

VIN. Art thou his father?

PED. Ay, fir; fo his mother fays, if I may believe her. PET. Why, how now, gentleman! [To VINCEN.] why, this is flat knavery, to take upon you another man's

name.

PED. Lay hands on the villain; I believe, 'a means to cozen fomebody in this city under my countenance. Re-enter BIONDELLO.

BION. I have feen them in the church together; God fend 'em good shipping!-But who is here? mine old mafter, Vincentio? now we are undone and brought to nothing.

VIN. Come hither, crack-hemp. [Seeing BIONdello. BION. I hope, I may choose, fir.

VIN. Come hither, you rogue; What, have you forgot me?

BION. Forgot you? no, fir: I could not forget you, for I never faw you before in all my life.

VIN. What, you notorious villain, didst thou never see thy mafter's father, Vincentio?

BION. What, my old, worshipful old master? yes, marry, fir; fee where he looks out of the window. VIN. Is't fo, indeed?

[Beats BIONDEllo. BION. Help, help, help! here's a madman will mur

der me.

PED. Help, fon! help, fignior Baptista !

[Exit.

[Exit, from the window. PET. Pr'ythee, Kate, let's ftand afide, and fee the end

of this controversy.

[They retire. Re-enter PEDANT below; BAPTISTA, TRANIO, qnd

Servants.

TRA. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my servant? VIN. What am I, fir? nay, what are you, fir?-O immortal gods! O fine villain! A filken doublet! a velvet hofe a scarlet cloak! and a copatain hat!--O, I am undone! I am undone ! while I play the good husband at home, my fon and my fervant spend all at the university. TRA. How now! what's the matter?

BAP. What, is the man lunatick ?

TRA. Sir, you seem a fober ancient gentleman by your habit, but your words fhow you a madman: Why, fir, what concerns it you, if I wear pearl and gold? I thank my good father, I am able to maintain it.

VIN. Thy father? O villain! he is a failmaker in Bergamo.

BAP. You mistake, fir; you mistake, fir: Pray, what do you think is his name?

VOL. II.

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