Luc. Hear'ft thou, Biondello? Bion. I cannot tarry; I knew a wench married in an afternoon as he went to the garden for parily to fluff a rabbet; 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 she be fo contented: She will be pleas'd, then wherefore should I doubt ? Hap what hap may, I'll roundly go about her : It fhall go hard, if Cambio go without her. Pet. SCENE, a green Lane. Enter Petruchio, Catharina, and Hortenfio. [Exit, 's name, once more tow'rds our Ome on, o' God's Co Good Lord, how bright and goodly fhines the Moon! Or ere I journey to your father's house: Cath. I know, it is the Moon. Pet. Nay, then you lye; it is the bleffed Sun. S 5 And And fo it fhall be fo for Catharine. Hor. Petruchio, go thy way, the field is won. Pet. Well, forward, forward, thus the bowl fhould run; And not unluckily against the bias: But foft, fome company is coming here. Enter Vincentio. Good-morrow, gentle miftrefs, where away? [To Vincentio Tell me, fweet Kate, and tell me truly too, Haft thou beheld a frefher gentlewoman? Such war of white and red within her cheeks! What ftars do fpangle heaven with fuch beauty, As thofe two eyes become that heav'nly face? Fair lovely maid, once more good day to thee: Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's fake. Hor. He will make the man mad, to make a woman of him. Cath. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and fweet, Whither away, or where is thy aboad? Happy the parents of fo fair a child ; Happier the man, whom favourable stars Allot thee for his lovely bedfellow ! Pet. Why, how now, Kate, I hope, thou art not mad! This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, withered, And not a maiden, as, thou fay'ft he is. Cath. Pardon, old father, my mistaken eyes; Pet. Do, good old grandfire, and withal make known Vin. Fair Sir, and you my merry miftrefs, A fon of mine, which long I have not seen. Pet. What is his name? Vin. Lucentio, gentle Sir. Pet. Happily met, the happier for thy fon; Vin. But is this true, or is it elfe your pleasure, 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 Pet. Cath, and Vin, Hor. Well, Petruchio, this hath put me in heart. Have to my widow; and if fhe be froward, Then haft thou taught Hortenfio to be untoward. [Exit ACT ACT V. SCENE, before Lucentio's House. Enter Biondello, Lucentio and Bianca, Gremie walking on one fide. BIONDELLO. Oftly and fwiftly, Sir, for the Prieft is ready. Luc. I By, Biondello; but they may chance to need thee at home, therefore leave us. Bion. Nay, faith, I'll fee the church o' your back, (20) and then come back to my mafter as foon as I can. [Exeunt, Gre. I marvel, Cambio comes not all this while. Enter Petruchio, Catharina, Vincentio and Grumio, with Attendants. Pet. Sir, here's the door, "this is Lucentio's house, My Father's bears more towards the Market-place; Thither muft I, and here I leave you, Sir. Vin. You fhall not chufe but drink before you go; I think, I fhall command your welcome here; And by all likelihood fome cheer is toward. [Knocks. Gre. They're bufy within, you were beft knock louder. [Pedant leaks out at the window. Ped. What's he, that knocks as he would beat down the gate ? (20) And then come back to my Miftrefs as foon as I can.] The Editions all agree in this reading; but what Mistress was Biondello to come back to? He muft certainly mean; "Nay, faith, Sir, "I muft fee you in the Church; and then for fear I fhould be "wanted, I'll run back to wait on Tranio, who at prefent perfonates you, and whom therefore I at prefent acknowledge for my Mafier." 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 yourfelf, he fhall need none as long as I live. Pet. Nay, I told you, your fon was belov'd in Padua. Do you hear, Sir? to leave frivolous circumstances, I pray you, tell Signior Lucentio that his father is come from Pifa, and is here at the door to fpeak with him. Ped. Thou lieft; his Father is come to 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 flat knavery to take upon you another man's name. Ped. Lay hands on the villain. I believe, he means to cozen fomebody in this city under my countenance. Enter Biondello. Bion. I have feen them in the church together. God fend 'em good fhipping! but who is here; mine old Mafter Vincentio? now we are undone, and brought to nothing. [Seeing Biondello. Vin. Come hither, crackhemp. for 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, didft thou never fee thy mafter's father Vincentio ? Bion. What, my old worfhipful 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 madman will murder me. Ped |