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You are still crossing it.-Sirs, let's alone:
It shall be what o'clock I say it is.
Hor. Why, so! this gallant will command the sun.
SCENE IV. PADUA. Before BAPTISTA'S House. Enter TRANIO; and the PEDANT, dressed like VINCENTIO.
Tra. Sir, this is the house; Please it you, that I call?
Near twenty years ago, in Genoa, where
And hold your own, in any case, with such
Ped. I warrant you: But, sir, here comes your boy; "Twere good he were school'd.
Tra. Fear you not him. Sirrah, Biondello, Now do your duty throughly, I advise you; 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 at Venice; And that you look'd for him this day in Padua.
Tra. Thou'rt a tall fellow; hold thee that to drink. Here comes Baptista:-set your countenance, sir.—
Enter BAPTISTA and LUCENTIO.
Signior Baptista, you are happily met :-
This is the gentleman I told you of;
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
To have him match'd; and,-if you please to like
Signior Baptista, of whom I hear so well.
Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say ;-
Tra. I thank you, sir. Where then do you know best, We be affied; and such 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, happily, we might be interrupted.
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! Tra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone. Signior Baptista, shall I lead the way?
Welcome! one mess is like to be your cheer:
I follow you.
[Exeunt Tranio, Pedant, and Baptista.
What say'st thou, Biondello?
Bion. You saw my master wink and laugh upon you?
Luc. Biondello, what of that?
Bion. 'Faith nothing; but he has left me here behind, to expound the meaning or moral of his signs and tokens.
Luc. I pray thee, moralize them.
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 saint 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 solum: to the church; -take the priest, clerk, and some sufficient honest wit
If this be not that you look for, I have no more to
But, bid Bianca farewell for ever and a day. [Going. 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 rabbit; and so may you, sir, and so adieu, sir. My master hath appointed me to go to saint 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.
SCENE V. A public Road.
Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, and HORTENSIO. Pet. Come on, o'God's name; once more toward our father's.
Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the moon!. Kath. The moon! the sun; it is not moonlight
Pet. I say, it is the moon that shines so bright.
Or ere I journey to your father's house:—
Pet. I say, it is the moon.
I know it is.
Pet. Nay, then you lie; it is the blessed sun.
Kath. Then, God be bless'd, it is the blessed sun :But sun 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!
And not unluckily against the bias.
But soft; what company is coming here?
Enter VINCENTIO, in a travelling Dress. Good morrow, gentle mistress: Where away?[To Vincentio.
Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too,
Hor. 'A will make the man mad, to make a woman of him.
Kath. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and sweet,
Whither away; or where is thy abode?
Pet. Why, how now, Kate! I hope thou art not mad:
Kath. Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes,
Pet. Do, good old grandsire; and, withal, make known
Which way thon travellest: if along with us,
Vin. Fair sir,-and you my merry mistress,That with your strange encounter much amaz'd me; My name is call'd-Vincentio; my dwelling-Pisa; And bound I am to Padua; there to visit
A son of mine, which long I have not seen.
Lucentio, gentle sir.
Pet. Happily met; the happier for thy son.