SCENE IV. Padua. Before Baptista's House. Enter TRANIO, and the Pedant dressed like Tra. Sir, this is the house: Please it you, that I call? Ped. Ay, what else? and, but I be deceived, Near twenty years ago, in Genoa, where Tra. 'Tis well; And hold your own, in any case, with such Enter BIONDEllo. Ped. I warrant you: But, sir, here comes your boy; 'Twere good, he were school'd. Tra. Fear you not him. Sirrah, Biondello, Now do your duty throughly, I advise you; Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio. Bion. Tut! fear not me. Tra. But hast 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 7 fellow; hold thee that to drink. Here comes Baptista::- set your countenance, sir. Enter BAPTISTA and LUCENTIO, Signior Baptista, you are happily met: 7 Brave. Sir, [To the Pedant.] This is the gentleman I told you of; Sir, by your leave; having come to Padua To have him match'd; and, if you please to like No worse than I, sir, - upon some agreement, you, Signior Baptista, of whom I hear so well. Bap. 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 best, know We be affied'; and such assurance ta'en, s Scrupulous. 9 Assure or convey. 1 Betrothed. VOL. III. G G Besides, old Gremio is heark'ning still; 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 Bap. your cheer: I follow you. [Exeunt TRANIO, Pedant, and BAPTISTA. Bion. Cambio.— Luc. What say'st thou, Biondello? Bion. You saw my master wink and laugh upon you? 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 daughter is to be brought by you to the supper. Luc. And then? 2 Haply, perhaps. 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 solùm: 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. Luc. Hear'st thou, Biondello? [Going. Bion. I cannot tarry: I knew a girl 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. Luc. 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. SCENE V. A publick Road. Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, and HORTENSIO. Pet. Come on; once more toward our father's house. 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: Kath. Forward, I pray, since we have come so far, And be it moon, or sun, or what you please: Kath. I know it is. Pet. Nay, then you lie; it is the blessed sun. Kath. Then, God be blessed, it is the blessed sun: But sun it is not, when you say it is not; Hor. Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is won. run, And not unluckily against the bias But soft; what company is coming here? Enter VINCENTIO, in a travelling dress. Good morrow, gentle mistress: Where away? Tell me sweet Kate, and tell me truly too, |