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 horses unto Long-lane end,
There will we mount, and thither walk on foot.
Let's see; I think, 'tis now some seven o'clock,
And well wc may come there by dinner time.

Kath. I dare assure you, Sir, 'tis almost two;
And 'twill be supper time, ere you come there,

Pet. It shall be seven, ere I go to horse: Look, what I speak, or do, or think to do, You are still crossing it. Sirs, let's alone: I will not go to-day; and ere I do, It shall be what o'clock I say it is. Hor. Why, so! this gallant will command the sun,

[Exeunt.

SCENE I V.

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?
Ped. Ay, what else? and, but I be detcived,
Signior Baptista may remember me,
Near twenty years ago, in Genoa, where
We were lodgers at the Pegasus:

Tra. 'Tis well;
And hold your own, in any case, with such 5
Austerity as 'longeth to a father.

ini ta' Enter BIONDELLO. Ped. I warrant you: But, Sir, here comes your boy; 'T'were goody he were school'd.

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

Bion. Tut! feay not me. Tra. But last 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: -
Sir, [ To the Pedant.)
This is the gentleman I told you of;
I pray yon, 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
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 she to him, - to stay 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 some agreement,
Me shall you find most ready and most willing
With one consent to have her so bestow.d:
For curious I cannot be with you,
Signior Baptista, of whom I hear so well.

Вар. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say: Your plainness, and your shortness, please me well. Right true it is, your son Lucentio here Doth love my daughter, and she loveth him, Or both dissemble deeply their affections :

And, therefore, if you say no more than this,
That like a father you will deal with him,
And pass my daughter a sufficient dower,
The match is fully made, and all is done:
Your son shall have my daughter with consent.
Tra. I thank you, Sir. Where then do you know

best,
TVe 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.

Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, Sir:
There doth my father lie; and there, this night,
We'll pass the business privately and well:
Send for your daughter by your servant here,
My boy shall fetch the scrivener presently.
The worst is this, that, at so slender warning,
You're like to have a thin and slender pittance.

Bap. It likes me well: - Cambio, hie you home,
And bid Bianca make her ready straight;
And, if you will, tell what hath happened ::
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: Come, Sir; we'll better it in Pisa. Bap. I follow yon.

(Exeunt-TRANIO, Pedant, and BAPTISTA. Bion. Cambio. Luc. What say'st thou, Biondello ? Bion. You saw my master wink and laugh upon yon? 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.

Bion. Then thus. Baptista is safe, talking with the deceiving father of a deceitful son.

Luc. And what of him?

Bion. His daụghter 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 witnesses: If this be not that you look for, I have no more to say, 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. Lùc. 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. [Exit.

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 now. Pet. I say, it is the moon that shines so bright. Kath. I know, it is the sun that shines so bright, ,

Pet. Now, by my mother's son, and that's myself, It shall be moon, or star, or what I list, Or ere I journey to your father's house : Go on, and fetch our horses back again. Evermore crost, and crost; nothing but crost!

Hor. Say as he says, or we shall iye ver go.

Kath. Forward, I pray, since we have come so far,
And be it moon, or sin, or what you please:
And if you please to call it a rush candle,
Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me.

Pet. I say, it is the moon.
Kath. 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., bow!

should run, And not unluckily against the bias, Girls But soft? what company is coming here?