Tra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone.

Enter Peter.

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 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. Biondelle, what of that?

Bion. 'Faith nothing; but '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. Baptifta 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 Sup

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 privi legio ad Imprimendum folum, to th' Church take the Prieft, Clark, and fome fufficient honeft Witneffes:

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 Parfeley to ftuff a Rabbit, 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 the be fo contented:
She will be pleas'd, then wherefore fhould we doubt ?
Hap what hap may, I'll roundly go about her;
It shall go hard if Cambia go without her.

SA

[Exit.

Enter

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Enter Petruchio, Katharina, and Hortenfio.

Pet. Come on a God's name, once more towards our Fa-
ther's.

Good Lord, how bright and goodly fhines the Moon.
Kath. The Moon! the Sun; it is not Moon-light now.
Pet. I fay it is the Moon that fhines fo bright.
Kath. I know it is the Sun that fhines fo bright.
Pet. Now by my Mother's Son, and that's my self,
It shall be Moon, or Star, or what I lift,
Or e'er I journey to your Father's House :
Go on, and fetch our Horfes back again.
Evermore croft and croft, nothing but croft.
Hor. Say as he fays, or we fhall never go.
Kath. Forward I pray, fince we have come fo far,
And be it Moon, or Sun, or what you please;
And if you pleafe to call it a rush Candle,
Henceforth I vow it fhall be fo for me.
Pet. I fay it is the Moon.

Kath. I know it is the Moon.

Pet. Nay then you lie; it is the blessed Sun.
Kath. Then God be bleft, it is the bleffed Sun,
But Sun it is not, when you fay it is not;
And the Moon changes even as your Mind.
What you will have it nam'd, even that it is,
And fo it fhall be, fo, for Katherine.

Hor. Petruchio, go thy way, the Field is won.

Pet. Well, forward, forward, thus the Bowl fhould run;

And not unluckily againft the Bias:

But foft, Company is coming here.

Enter Vincentio.

Good morrow, gentle Mistress, where away?
Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too,
Haft thou beheld a fresher Gentlewoman :
Such war of white and red within her Cheeks:
What Stars do fpangle Heav'n with fuch Beauty,
As those two Eyes become that heav'nly Face?
Fair lovely Maid, once more good day to thee:
Sweet Kate, embrace her for her Beauties fake.

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[To Vin.

Hor. He will make the Man mad to make a Woman of him,

Kath.

Kath. 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
Allots thee for his lovely Bedfellow.

Pet. Why how now, Kate, I hope thou art not mad!
This is a Man, old, writ kled, faded, withered,
And not a Maiden, as thou fay'ft he is.

Kath. Pardon, old Father, my mistaken Eyes,
That have been fo bedazled with the Sun,
That every thing I look on feemeth green.
Now I perceive thou art a reverend Father:
Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad miftaking.

Pet. Do, good old Grandfir, and withal make known
Which way thou travelleft; if along with us,
We shall be joyful of thy Company.

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 Pifa,
And bound I am to Padua, there to vifit

A Son of mine, which long I have not seen.
Pet. What is his Name?

Vin. Lucentio, Gentle Sir.

Pet. Happily met, the happier for thy Son;
And now by Law, as well as reverent Age,
I may intitle thee my loving Father;
The Sifter of my Wife, this Gentlewoman,
Thy Son by this hath married. Wonder not,
Nor be not griev'd, fhe is of good Efteem,
Her Dowry wealthy, and of worthy Birth;
Befide, fo qualified, as may beseem
The Spouse of any noble Gentleman.
Let me embrace with old Vincentio,
And wander we to fee thy honeft Son,
Who will of thy Arrival be full Joyous.

Vin. But is this true, or is it elfe your Pleasure,
Like pleasant Travellers to break a Jeft

Upon the Company you overtake?

Hor. I do affure thee Father, fo it is.

Pet. Come, go along, and fee thee Truth hereof.

For our first Merriment hath made thee jealous. [Exeunt.

Her.

Hor. Well Petruchio, this has put me in Heart. Have to my Widow, and if the be froward, Then haft thou taught Hortenfio to be untoward.

[Exit,

Enter Biondello, Lucentio and Bianca, Gremio walking on one Side.

Bion. Softly and fwiftly, Sir, "for the Prieft is ready. Luc. I fly, Biondello, but they may chance to need thee at Home, therefore leave us.

Bion. Nay, Faith, I'll fee the Church a your Back, and then come back to my Mitrefs as foon as I can. [Exeunt. Gre. I marvel Cambio comes not all this while.

Enter Petruchio, Katharina, Vincentio and Grumio,
with Attendants.

Pet. Sir, here's the Door, this is Lucentio's House,
My Father's bears more toward the Market-Place,
Tather muft I, and here I leave you, Sir.

Vin. You shall not chufe but drink before you go;
I think I fhall command your welcome here;
And by all Likelihood fome Cheer is toward.

[Knock,

Gre. They're bufie within, you were beft knock louder. [Pedant looks out of the Window. Ped. What's he that knocks as he would beat down the Gate?

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 your felf, he shall need none as long as I live.

Pet. Nay, I told you your Son was belov'd in Padua; do you hear, Sir, to leave frivolous Circumftances; I pray you tell Signior Lucentio that his Father is come from Pisa, and is here at the Door to fpeak with him.

Ped. Thou lieft, his Father is come from 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 fit Kna

very to take upon you another Man's Name.

Ped.

Ped. Lay Hands on the Villain, I believe he means to cozen fome Body in this City under my Countenance.

Bion. I have feen them in the Church together, God fend 'em good Shipping: But who is here? Mine old Mafter Vincentio? Now we are undone, and brought to nothing. Vin. Come hither, Crackhemp. [Seeing Biondello. Bion. I hope I may chufe, Sir,

Vin. Come hither you Rogue, what have you forgot me? 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, did'ft thou never see thy Master's Father Vincentio ?

Bion. What, my old worshipful 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 Mad-man will murther

me.

Ped. Help, Son, help Signior Baptifta.

Pet. Preethee, Kate, let's ftand afide, and fee the End of this Controverfie.

Enter Pedant with Servants, Baptista and Tranic.

Tra. Sir, what are you that offer to beat my Servant? Vin. What am I, Sir; nay, what are you, Sir? Oh Immortal Gods! Oh fine Villain, a filken Doublet, a velvet Hofe, a fcarlet Cloak, and a copatain Hat: Oh I am undone, I am undone; while I play the good Husband at Home, my Son and my Servants spend all at the Univers fity.

Tra. How now, what's the Matter?

Bap. What, is this Man lunatick?

Tra. Sir, you seem a fober ancient Gentleman by your Ha bit; but your Words fhew you a Mad-man; why, Sir, what concerns it you, if I wear Pearl and Gold; I thank my good Father, I am able to maintain it.

Vin. Thy Father! Oh Villain, he is a Sail-maker in Ber gamo.

Bap. You mistake, Sir, you miftake, Sir; pray what do you think is his Name?

Vin. His Name, as if I knew not his Name: I have

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