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SCENE, before Baptista's House. Enter Tranio, and the Pedant drejt like Vincentio.
Ped. Ay, what else! and (but I be deceived,).
Tra. 'Tis well, and hold your own in any case
Enter Biondello. Ped. I warrant you : but, Sir, here comes your boys '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 i
Tra. Th'art a tall fellow, hold thee that to drink;
Enter Baptista and Lucentio.
(19) Tra. Where we were Lodgers at the Pegasus.] This Line has in all the Editions hitherto been given to Tranio. But Trania could with no Propriety fpeak this, either in his assum'd or real Character. Lucentio was too young to know any thing of lodging with his Father, twenty years before at Genoa : and Tranio must be as much too young, or very unfit to represent and personate Lucentio. I have ventur'd to place the Line to the Pedant, to whom it must certainly belong, and is a Sequel of what he was before saying.
I pray you stand, good Father, to me now,
Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say :
know beft, Be we affied ; and such assurance ta’en, As shall with either part's agreement stand ;
Bap. Not in my house, Lucentio; for, you know,
My boy shall fetch the scrivener presently.
and slender pittance.
[Exit. Tra. Dally not, with the Gods, but get thee gone. Signior Baptifta, fhall I lead the way! Welcome ! one mess is like to be your cheer. Come, Sir, we will better it in Pisa. Bap. I'll follow you.
[Exeunt. 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 figns and tokens.
Luc. I pray thee, moralize them.
Bion. Then thus. Baptifta is fafe, 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 fupper.
Læc. 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 bufied about a counterfeit assurance; take you assurance of her, Cum privilegio ad imprimendum solùm ; to th' Church take the Priest, Clark, and some sufficient 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'ft 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 so 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.
[Exit. Luc. I may and will, if the 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. (Exit.
SCENE, a green Lane.
Ome on, o'God's name, once more tow'rds our
Cath. T'he Moon ? the Sun : it is not Moon-light
Pet. Now by my mother's son, and that's my felf,
Hor. Say, as he says, or we shall never go.
Cath. Forward I pray, since we are come so far,
Pet. I say, it is the Moon.
Cath. Then, God be blest, it is the blessed Sun,
will have it nam'd, even that it is, And so it shall be so for Catharine.
Hor. Petruchio, go thy way, the field is won.
And not unluckily against the bias :
of him. Cath. Young budding Virgin, fair, and fresh, and
Pet. Why, hownow, Kate, I hope, thou art not mad !
Cath. Pardon, old Father, my mistaken eyes ;
mad mistaking. Pet. Do, good old Grandfire, and withal make known Which
thou travellest ; if along with us, We shall be joyful of thy company.
Vin. Fair Sir, and you my merry Mifttess, That with your ftrange encounter much amaz’d me;