Tay. Imprimis, a loofe-bodied gown.

Gru. Mafler, if ever I faid loofe-bodied gown, fow me up in the skirts of it, and beat me to death with a bottom of brown thread: I faid a gown.

Pet. Proceed.

Tay. With a small compaft cape.
Gru. I confefs the cape.
Tay. With a trunk-sleeve.
Gru. I confefs two fleeves.
Tay. The fleeves curioufly cat.
Pet. Ay, there's the villany.

Gru. Error i' th' bill, Sir, error f' th' bill: I commanded, the fleeves fhould be cut out, and fow'd up again; and that I'll prove upon thee, though thy little finger be armed in a thimble.

Tay. This is true, that I fay; an I had thee in place where, thou fhou'dft know it.

Gru. I am for thee ftraight: take thou the bill, give me thy mete-yard, and fpare not me.

Hor. God-a-mercy, Grumio, then he fhall have no odds.
Pet. Well, Sir, in brief the gown is not for me.
Gru. You are i'th' right, Sir, 'tis for my miftrefs.
Pet. Go take it up unto thy mafter's ufe.

Gru. Villain, not for thy life: take up my mistress's gown for thy master's use!

Pet. Why, Sir, what's your conceit in that?

Gru. Oh, Sir, the conceit is deeper than you think for ; Take up my miftref's gown unto his master's use!

Oh, fy, fy, fy!

Pet. Hortenfio, fay, thou wilt fee the taylor paid.

Go take it hence, be gone, and fay no more.

[Afide.

Hor. Taylor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-morrow,

Take no unkindnefs of his hafty words:

Away, I fay; commend me to thy mafter.

[Exit Tay.

Pet. Well, come, my Kate, we will unto your father's

Even in thefe honelt mean habiliments:

Our purfes fhall be proud, our garments poor;
For 'tis the mind, that makes the body rich:
And as the fun breaks through the darkeft clouds,

So

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?
Oh, no, good Kate; neither art thou the worfe
For this poor furniture, and mean array.
If thou account'ft it fhame, 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 horfes unto Long-lane end,
There will we mount, and thither walk on foot.
Let's fee, I think, 'tis now fome feven o'clock,
And well we may come there by dinner time.
Cath. I dare affure you, Sir, 'tis almost two;
And 'twill be fupper-time ere you come there.
Pet. It fhall be seven, ere I go to horse.
Look, what I fpeak, or do, or think to do,
You are still croffing it; Sirs, let't alone,
I will not go to-day, and ere I do,

It fhall be what o'clock I fay it is.

Hor. Why, fo: this Gallant will command the Sun.

[Exeunt Pet. Cath. and Hor. [The Prefenters, above, fpeak here.]

Lord. Who's within there?

Enter Servants.

[Sly fleeps.

Afleep again! go take him easily up, and put him in his own apparel again. But fee, you wake him not in any cafe. Serv. It fhall be done, my Lord; come help to bear him bence. [They bear of Sly.

SCENE before Baptifta's House.

Enter Tranio, and the Pedant dreft like Vincentio.

SIR

TRANI 0.

IR, this is the houfe; please it you, that I call? Ped. Ay, what else! and (but I be deceived,) Signior Baptifta may remember me

Near twenty years ago in Genoa,

Where we were lodgers, at the Pegafus. (19)
Tra. 'Tis well, and hold your own in any cafe
With fuch aufterity as longeth to a father.

Enter Biondello.

Ped. I warrant you: but, Sir, here comes your boy; "Twere good, he were school'd.

Tra. Fear you not him; firrah, Biondello, Now do your duty throughly, I advise you: Imagine, 'twere the right Vincentio.

Bion. Tut, fear not me.

Tra. But haft thou done thy errand to Baptifta? Bion. I told him, that your father was in Venice; And that you look'd for him this day in Padua.

Tra. Th'art a tall fellow, hold thee that to drink; Here comes Baptifta; set your countenance, Sir.

Enter Baptifta and Lucentio.

Tra. Signior Baptifta, you are happily met: Sir, this is the gentleman I told you of;

(10) Tra. Where we were Lodgers at the Pegafus.] This Line has in all the Editions hitherto been given to Tranic. But Tranio could with no Propriety fpeak this, either in his affum'd or real Character. Lucentio was too young to know any thing of lodging with his Father, twenty years before at Genoa: and Tranio muft be as much too young, or very unfit to reprefent and perfonate Lucentio. I have ventured to place the Line, to the Pedant, to whom it muft certainly belong, and is a Sequel of what he was before faying.

I pray you ftand, good Father, to me now,

Give me Bianca for my patrimony.

Ped. Soft, fon. Sir, by your leave, having come to Padua
To gather in fome debts, my fon 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 ftay 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 fome agreement,
Me fhall you find most ready and most willing
With one confent to have her fo bestowed:
For curious I cannot be with you,

Signior Baptifta, of whom I hear fo well.

Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say:
Your plainnefs and your fhortnefs please me well.
Right true it is, your fon Lucentio here
Doth love my daughter, and the loveth him,
Or both diffemble deeply their affections;
And therefore if you fay no more than this,
That like a father you will deal with him,
And pafs my daughter a fufficient dowry,
The match is made, and all is done,
Your fon fhall have my daughter with confent.

Tra. I thank you, Sir. Where then do you know beft, Be we affied; and fuch affurance ta'en,

As fhall with either part's agreement ftand.

Bap. Not in my house, Lucentio; for, you know,
Pitchers have ears, and I have many fervants;
Befides, old Gremio is hearkning still;
And, haply, then we might be interrupted.

Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, Sir,
There doth my Father lie; and there this night
We'll pass the bufinefs privately and well:
Send for your daughter by your fervant here,
My boy fhall fetch the fcrivener presently.
The worst is this, that at fo flender warning

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You're

You're like to have a thin and flender 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 fhe's like to be Lucentio's wife.

Luc. I pray the Gods the may, with all my heart!

[Exit Tra. Dally not, with the Gods, but get thee gone. Signior Baptifta, fhall I lead the way? Welcome! one mefs is like to be your cheer. Come, Sir, we will better it in Pifa.

Bap. I'll 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. 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 fon.

Luc. And what of him?

Bion. His daughter is to be brought by you to the fupper.

Luc. And then?

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 privilegio ad imprimendum folùm; to th' church take the Prieft, Clark, and fome fufficient 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.

Lu