Tra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone. Enter Peter. Signior Baptifta, fhall I lead the way? Welcome, one Mefs is like to be your Cheer. Bap. I follow you. Enter Lucentio and Biondello. Bion. Cambio. Luc. What fay'ft thou, Biondello ? [Exeunt. Bion. You faw my Mafter wink and laugh upon you. Bion. 'Faith nothing; but 'has left me here behind to expound the Meaning or Moral of his Signs and Tokens. Luc. I pray thee moralize them. Bion. Then thus. Baptifta 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 Sup Bion. The old Prieft at St. Luke's Church is at your command at all hours. Luc. And what of all this? Bion. I cannot tell, except they are bufied about a counterfeit Affurance; take you Affurance of her, Cum privi legio ad Imprimendum folum, to th' Church take the Prieft, Clark, and fome fufficient honeft Witneffes: If this be not that you look for, I have no more to say, Luc. Hear'ft thou, Biondello? Bion. I cannot tarry; I knew a Wench married in an Afternoon as she went to the Garden for Parfeley to ftuff a Rabbit, and fo may you, Sir: And fo adieu, Sir; my Mafter hath appointed me to go to St. Luke's, to bid the Priest be ready to come against you come with your Appendix. [Exit. Luc. I may and will, if the be fo contented: SA [Exit. Enter 1 Enter Petruchio, Katharina, and Hortenfio. Pet. Come on a God's name, once more towards our Fa- Good Lord, how bright and goodly fhines the Moon. Kath. I know it is the Moon. Pet. Nay then you lie; it is the blessed Sun. Hor. Petruchio, go thy way, the Field is won. Pet. Well, forward, forward, thus the Bowl fhould run; And not unluckily againft the Bias: But foft, Company is coming here. Enter Vincentio. Good morrow, gentle Mistress, where away? 1 [To Vin. Hor. He will make the Man mad to make a Woman of him, Kath. Kath. Young budding Virgin, fair, and fresh, and fweet, Pet. Why how now, Kate, I hope thou art not mad! Kath. Pardon, old Father, my mistaken Eyes, Pet. Do, good old Grandfir, and withal make known Vin. Fair Sir, and you my merry Mistress, A Son of mine, which long I have not seen. Vin. Lucentio, Gentle Sir. Pet. Happily met, the happier for thy Son; Vin. But is this true, or is it elfe your Pleasure, Upon the Company you overtake? Hor. I do affure thee Father, fo it is. Pet. Come, go along, and fee thee Truth hereof. For our first Merriment hath made thee jealous. [Exeunt. Her. Hor. Well Petruchio, this has put me in Heart. Have to my Widow, and if the be froward, Then haft thou taught Hortenfio to be untoward. [Exit, Enter Biondello, Lucentio and Bianca, Gremio walking on one Side. Bion. Softly and fwiftly, Sir, "for the Prieft 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 a your Back, and then come back to my Mitrefs as foon as I can. [Exeunt. Gre. I marvel Cambio comes not all this while. Enter Petruchio, Katharina, Vincentio and Grumio, Pet. Sir, here's the Door, this is Lucentio's House, Vin. You shall not chufe but drink before you go; [Knock, Gre. They're bufie within, you were beft knock louder. [Pedant looks out of the Window. Ped. What's he that knocks as he would beat down the Gate? Vin. Is Signior Lucentio within, Sir? Ped. He's within, Sir, 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 your felf, he shall need none as long as I live. Pet. Nay, I told you your Son was belov'd in Padua; do you hear, Sir, to leave frivolous Circumftances; I pray you tell Signior Lucentio that his Father is come from Pisa, and is here at the Door to fpeak with him. Ped. Thou lieft, his Father is come from Padua, and here looking out of the Window. Vin. Art thou his Father? Ped. Ay, Sir, fo his Mother fays, if I may believe her. Pet. Why how now, Gentleman! why this is fit Kna very to take upon you another Man's Name. Ped. Ped. Lay Hands on the Villain, I believe he means to cozen fome Body in this City under my Countenance. 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, Crackhemp. [Seeing Biondello. Bion. I hope I may chufe, Sir, Vin. Come hither you Rogue, what have you forgot me? Bion. Forgot you, no Sir: I could not forget you, for I never faw you before in all my Life. Vin. What, you notorious Villain, did'ft thou never see thy Master's Father Vincentio ? Bion. What, my old worshipful old Mafter? Yes, marry Sir, fee where he looks out of the Window. Vin. Is't fo indeed? [He beats Biondello. Bion. Help, help, help, here's a Mad-man will murther me. Ped. Help, Son, help Signior Baptifta. Pet. Preethee, Kate, let's ftand afide, and fee the End of this Controverfie. Enter Pedant with Servants, Baptista and Tranic. Tra. Sir, what are you that offer to beat my Servant? Vin. What am I, Sir; nay, what are you, Sir? Oh Immortal Gods! Oh fine Villain, a filken Doublet, a velvet Hofe, a fcarlet Cloak, and a copatain Hat: Oh I am undone, I am undone; while I play the good Husband at Home, my Son and my Servants spend all at the Univers fity. Tra. How now, what's the Matter? Bap. What, is this Man lunatick? Tra. Sir, you seem a fober ancient Gentleman by your Ha bit; but your Words fhew you a Mad-man; why, Sir, what concerns it you, if I wear Pearl and Gold; I thank my good Father, I am able to maintain it. Vin. Thy Father! Oh Villain, he is a Sail-maker in Ber gamo. Bap. You mistake, Sir, you miftake, Sir; pray what do you think is his Name? Vin. His Name, as if I knew not his Name: I have brought |