And if you will, tell what hath happen'd here;
Lucentio's father is arriv'd in Padua,

And how he's like to be Lucentio's wife.

Luc. I pray the gods fhe may with all my heart. [Ex. Tra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone. Enter Peter.

your

Signior Baptifta, fhall I lead the way?
Welcome! one mefs is like to be
Come, Sir, we will better it in Pifa.
Bap. I'll follow you.

SCENE

V.

Enter Lucentio and Biondello.

Bion. Cambio.

Luc. What fay'ft thou, Biondello?

cheer.

[Exeunt.

Bion. You faw my mafter wink and laugh upon you. Luc. Biondello, what of that?

Bion. 'Faith nothing; but has 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 priest, clark, and fome fufficient honeft witnesses: If this be not that you look for, I have no more to fay,

But bid Bianca farewell for ever and a day.

Luc. Hear'ft thou, Biondello?

Bion

Bion. I cannot tarry; I knew a wench married in an afternoon as fhe went to the garden for parfly to stuff 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 fhe be fo contented: She will be pleas'd, then wherefore fhould I doubt

her?

Hap what hap may, I'll roundly go about her:
It fhall go hard if Cambio go without her.

Pet.

SCENE VI.

The fireet before Lucentio's houfe.

Enter Petruchio, Katharina, and Hortenfio.

[Exit.

Ome on a god's name, once more tow'rds our father's.

Com

Good Lord, how bright and goodly fhines the moon,
Kath. The moon! the fun; it is not moon-light now.
Pet. I fay it is the moon that fhines fo bright.
Kath. I know it is the fun that fhines fo bright.
Pet. Now by my mother's fon, and that's myself,
It fhall be moon, or ftar, or what I lift,
Or ere 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 fun, or what you please:
And if you please 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 lye; it is the bleffed fun.

Kath. Then God be bleft, it is the bleffed fun.

But fun it is not, when you fay it is not,

And

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 against the bias:

But foft, fome company is coming here,

Good morrow, gentle mistress, where away? [To Vin.
Tell me fweet Kate, and tell me truly too,
Haft thou beheld a fresher 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.

Kath. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and
sweet,

Whither

In the first sketch of this play, printed in 1607, we find two fpeeches in this place worth preferving, and feeming to be of the hand of Shakespear, tho' the rest of that play is far inferior.

Fair lovely maiden, young and affable,
More clear of hue, and far more beautiful
Than precious fardonyx, or purple rocks
Of amethifts, or gliftering hyacinth

-Sweet Katharine, this lovely woman
Kath. Fair lovely lady, bright and chryftalline,
Beauteous and ftately as the eye-train'd bird;.
As glorious as the morning wash'd with dew,
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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'st he is.

Kath. Pardon, old father, my mistaken eyes,
That have been fo bedazled with the fun,
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 fhall be joyful of thy company.

Via. Fair Sir, and you my merry miftrefs,
That with your ftrange encounter much amaz'd me:
My name is call'd Vincentio, my dwelling Pifa,
And bound I am to Padua, there to vilit

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;
And now by law as well as reverend age,
I may entitle thee my loving father:
The lifter of my wife, this gentlewoman,
Thy fon by this hath married. Wonder not,
Nor be not griev'd, fhe is of good esteem,
Her dowry wealthy, and of worthy birth ;
Befide, fo qualified, as may befcem
The fpoufe of any noble gentleman.
Let me embrace with old Vincentio,

And

Within whofe eyes fhe takes her dawning beams,
And golden fummer fleeps upon thy cheeks.
Wrap up thy radiations in fome cloud,
Left that thy beauty make this ftately town
Unhabitable as the burning zone,

With fweet reflections of thy lovely face.

And wander we to fee thy honest 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, so it is.

Pet. Come, go along, and fee the truth hereof. For our firft merriment hath made thee jealous. [Exeunts

Hor. Well Petruchio, this hath put me in heart. Have to my widow, and if she be froward,

Then haft thou taught Hortenfio to be untoward. Exit.

SCENE VIII.]

Before Lucentio's House.

Enter Biondello, Lucentio and Bianca; Gremio walking on one fide.

Bion. SOFTLY and swiftly, 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 o' your back, and then come back to my mistress as foon as I can.

Gre. I marvel Cambio comes not all this while.
Enter Petruchio, Katharina, Vincentio and
Grumio, with attendants.

Exit.

Pet. Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's houfe, 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. [Knock. Gre. They're bufie within, you were beft knock fouder. [Pedant looks out of the window.

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