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how he beat me, because her horse stambled; how Scene I.-A Hall in Petruchio's Country House.
she waded through the dirt, to pluck him off me ;
how he swore; how she prayed—that never pray'd Enter GRUMIO.
before ; how I cried; bow the horses ran away; Gru. Fy, fy, on all tired jades! on all mad how her bridle was burst; how I lost my crupper ;masters! and all foul ways! Was ever man so with many things of worthy memory; which now beaten ? was ever man so ray'd ? was ever man so shall die in oblivion, and thou return unexperienced weary? I am sent before to make a fire, and they to thy grave.
[she. are coming after to warm them. Now, were not Í Curt. By this reckouing, he is more shrew than a little pot, and soon hot, my very lips might freeze Gru. Ay; and that, thou and the proudest of you to my teeth, my tongue to the roof of my mouth, all shall find, when he comes home. But what talk my heart in my belly, ere I should come by a tire 1 of this ?-call forth Nathaniel, Joseph, Nicholas, to thaw me :-But I, with blowing the tire, shall | Philip, Walter, Sugarsop, and the rest; let their warm myself; for, considering the weather, a taller beads be sleekly combed, their blue coats brushed, man than I will take cold. Holla, boa! Curtis ! and their garters of an indifferent knit: let them
curtsy with their left legs; and not presume to Enter CURTIS.
touch a hair of my master's horse-tail, till they kiss Curt. Who is that, calls so coldly?
their hands. Are they all ready? Gru. A piece of ice : If thou doubt it, thou Curt. They are. may'st slide from my shoulder to my heel, with no Gru. Call them forth. greater a run, but my head and my neck. A fire, Curt. Do you hear, ho? you must meet my good Curtis.
master, to countenance my mistress. Curt. Is my master and his wife coming, Grumio? Gru. Why, she hath a face of her own.
Gru. O, ay, Curtis, ay: and therefore fire, fire; Curt. Who knows not that! cast on no water.
Gru. Thou, it seems; that callest for company Curt. Is she so hot a shrew, as she's reported ? to countenance her.
Gru. She was, good Curtis, before this frost: Curt. I call them forth to credit her. but thou know'st, winter tames man, woman, and Gru. Why, she comes to borrow nothing of them. beast; for it hath tamed my old master, and my new mistress, and myself, fellow Curtis.
Enter several Servants. Curt. Away, you three inch fool! I am no beast. Nath. Welcome home, Grumio.
Gru. Am I but three inches? why, thy horn is a Phil. How now, Grumio? foot; and so long am I, at the least. But wilt thou Jos. What, Grumio ! make a fire, or shall I complain on thee to our mis Nich. Fellow Grumio ! tress, whose hand (she being now at hand,) thon Nath. How now, old lad ? shalt soon feel, to thy cold comfort, for being slow Gru. Welcome, you ;-how now, you ;-what, in thy hot oflice.
you ;-fellow, you ;-and thus much for greeting. Curt. I pr’ythee, good Grumio, tell me, How Now, my spruce companions, is all ready, and all
[master? Gr A cold world, Curtis, in every office but Nath. All things is ready: How near is our thine ; and, therefore, fire : Do thy duty, and have Gru. E'en at hand, alighted by this; and therethy duty; for my master and mistress are almost fore be not,Cock's passion, silence! I hear frozen to death.
my master. Curt. There's fire ready; and therefore, good Grumio, the news?
Enter PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA. Gru. Why, Jack boy! ho boy! and as mach news Pet. Where be these knaves? What, no man at as thou wilt.
door, Curt. Come, you are so full of coney-catching : To hold my stirrup, nor to take
my horse! Gru. Why, therefore, fire; for I have caught ex Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip ?treme cold. Where's the cook? is supper ready, AU Serv. Here, here, sir; here, sir. the house trimmed, rushes strewed, cobwebs swept; Pet. Here, sir! here, sir! here, sir ! here, sir ! the serving-men in their new fustian, their wbite You logger-beaded and unpolish'd grooms! stockings, and every officer his wedding-garmenton? What, no attendance? no regard? no duty ? Be the jacks fair within, the jills fair without, the Where is the foolish knave I sent before ? carpets laid, and every thing in order ?
Gru. Here, sir ; as foolish as I was before. C'urt. All ready; And therefore, I pray thee, news? Pet. You peasant swain! you whoreson maltGru. First, know, my horse is tired; my master
horse drudge! and mistress fallen out.
Did I not bid thee meet me in the park, Curt. How ?
And bring along these rascal knaves with thee? Gru. Out of their saddles into the dirt; And Gru. Nathaniel's coat, sir, was not fully made, thereby hangs a tale.
And Gabriel's pumps were all unpinck'd i'the heel; Curt. Let's ha't, good Gramio.
There was no link to colour Peter's bat, Gru. Lend thine ear.
And Walter's dagger was not come from sheathing : Curt. Here.
There were none fine, but Adam, Ralph, and GreGru. There.
gory : Curt. This is to feel a tale, not to hear a tale. The rest were ragged, old, and beggarly;
Gru. And therefore 'tis called a sensible tale: Yet, as they are, here are they come to meet you. and this cuff was but to knock at your ear, and be Pet. Go, rascals, go, and fetch my supper in. seech listening. Now I begin : Imprimis, we came
[Exeunt some of the Servants. down a foul hill, my master riding behiod my mis- Where is the life that late I led
Where are those--Sit down, Kate, and welcome. Curt. Both on one horse?
Soud, soud, soud, soud !
Re-enter Servants, with supper. Gru. Tell thou the tale : -But hadst thou not Why, when, I say ?-Nay, good sweet Kate, be crossed ne, thou should'st have heard how her
merry:horse fell, and she under her horse; thou should'st Off with my boots, you rogues, you villains; When? have heard, in how miry a place : how she was be It was the friar of orders grey, (Sings.) moiled; how he left her with the horse upon her; As he forth walked on his way:
goes the world?
Out, out, you rogue! you pluok my foot awry: And thus I'll curb her mad and headstrong huTake that, and mend the plucking off the other.
(Strikes him.) He, that knows better how to tame a shrew, Be merry, Kate:-Some water, here ; what, bo! Now let him speak : 'tis charity to show. [Erit. Where's my spaniel Troilus ?--Sirrah, get you hence, And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither:
SCENE II.- Padua. Before Baptista's House. (Exit Servant.
Enter TRANIO and HORTENSIO. One, Kate, that you must kiss, apd be acquainted with.
Tra. Is't possible, friend Licio, that Bianca Where are my slippers ?-Shall I have some water? Doth fancy any other but Lucentio ?
(A basin is presented to him.) I tell you, sir, she bears me fair in hand. Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily :
Hor. Sir, to satisfy you in what I have said, (Servant lets the ever fall.) Stand by, and mark ihe manner of his teaching. You whoreson villain! will you let it fall ?
(They stand aside.) (Strikes him.)
Enler Bianca and LUCENTIO. Kath. Patience, I pray you; 'twas a fault unwilling
Luc. Now, mistress, profit you in what you read ? Pet. A whoreson, beetle-headed, flap-ear'd knave! Bian. What, master, read you? first resolve me Come, Kate, sit down; I know you have a stomach.
that. Will you give thanks, sweet Kate, or else shall I ? Luc. I read that, I profess; the art to love. What is this? matton?
Bian. And may you prove, sir, master of your art! 1 Serv. Ay.
Luc. While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of Pet. Who brought it?
(They retire.) 1 Serv.
I. Hor. Quick proceeders, marry! Now, tell me, Pet. 'Tis burnt; and so is all the meat:
pray, What dogs are these !—Where is the rascal cook ? You that dursi swear that your mistress Bianca How darst you, villains, bring it from the dresser, Lov'd none in the world so well as Lucentio. And serve it thus to me, that love it not?
Tra. O despitefullove! unconstant womankind! There, take it to you, trenchers, cups, and all:
I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful. (Throws the meat, fc. about the stage.)
Hor. Mistake no more: I am not Licio,
Nor a musician, as I seem to be ;
For such a one as leaves a gentleman,
Pet. I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dried away; Know, sir, that I am call’d-Hortensio. And I expressly am forbid to touch it,
Tra. Signior Hortensio, I have often heard For it engenders choler, planteth anger ;
your entire affection to Bianca; And better 'twere, that both of us did fast,--- And since mine eyes are witness of her lightness, Since, of ourselves, ourselves are choleric, I will with you,-if you be so contented, Than feed it with such over-roasted flesh.
Forswear Bianca and her love for ever. Be patient; to-morrow it shall be mended,
Hor. See, how they kiss and court! -Signior And, for this night, we'll fast for company
(Exeunt Petruchio, Katharina, and Curtis. Never to woo her more; but do forswear her, Nath. (Advancing.) Peter, didst ever see the As one unworthy all the former favours, like?
That I have fondly flatter'd her withal. Peter. He kills her in her own humour.
Tra. And here I take the like unfeigned oath,
Ne'er to marry with her, though she would entreat: Re-enter Curtis.
Fy on her! see, how beastly she doth court him. Gru. Where is he?
Hor. 'Would, all the world, but he, had quite Curt. In her chamber,
forsworn! Making a sermon of continency to her:
For me,--that I may surely keep mine oath, And rails, and swears, and rates; that she, poor soul, I will be married to a wealthy widow, Knows not which way to stand, to look, lo speak; Ere three days pass ; which hath as long lov'd me, Apd sits as one new-risen from a dream.
As I have lov'd this proud disdainful haggard : Away, away! for he is coming bither. [Ereunt. And so farewell, signior Lucentio.
Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,
Shall win my love :-and so I take my leave,
(Exit Hortensio.-Lucentio and Bianca advance. My falcon now is sharp, and passing empty ;
Tra. Mistress Bianca, bless you with such grace And, till she stoop, she must not be full-gorg'd, As 'longeth to a lover's blessed case! For then she never looks upon her lure.
Nay, I have ta'en you napping, gentle love; Another way I have to man my haggard,
And have forsworn you, with Hortensio. To make her come, and know her keeper's call; Bian. Tranio, you jest: But have you both forThat is,-to watch her as we watch these kites,
sworn me? That bate, and beat, and will not be obedient.
Tra. Mistress, we have. She ate po meat to-day, nor none shall eat ;
Then we are rid of Licio. Last night sbe slept not, por to-night she shall not; Tra. I'faith, he'll have a lasty widow now, As with the meat, some undeserved fault
That shall be woo'd and wedded in a day. I'll find about the making of the bed ;
Bian. God give him joy! And here I'll fling the pillow, there the bolster, Tra. Ay, and he'll tame her. This way the coverlet, another way the sheets : Bian.
He says so, Tranio. Ay, and amid this hurly, I intend,
Tra. 'Faith, he is gone unto the taming-school. That all is done iu reverend care of her ;
Bian. The taming-school! wbat, is there such And, in conclusion, she shall watch all night :
a place ? And, if she chance to nod, I'll rail, and brawl, Tra. Ay, mistress, and Petruchio is the master; And with the clamour keep her still awake. That teacheth tricks eleven and twenty long, This is a way to kill a wife with kindness; To tame a slirew, and charm ber chattering tongue.
Enter BIONDELLO, running.
Beggars, that come under my father's door,
If not, elsewhere they meet with charity:
But I,—who never knew how to entreat, Will serve the turn.
Nor never needed that I should entreat,Tra.
What is he, Biondello? Am starv'd for meat, giddy for lack of sleep;
And that, which spites me more than all these wants,
As who should say,—if I should sleep, or eat,
I pr’ythee go, and get me some repast; And give assurance to Baptista Minola,
I care not what, so it be wholesome food. As if he were the right Vincentio.
Gru. What say you to a neat's foot? Take in your love, and then let me alone.
Kath. 'Tis passing good; I pr’ythee let me have it.
How say you to a fat tripe, finely broild?
Kath. I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me.
Gru. I canpot tell; I fear, 'tis choleric. Tra.
And you, sir! you are welcome. What say you to a piece of beef, and mustard ? Travel you far on, or are you at the furthest? Kath. A dish, that I do love to feed upon.
Ped. "Sir, at the furthest for a week or two: Gru. Ay, but the mustard is too hot a little. But then up further; and as far as Rome;
Kath. Why, then the beef, and let the mustard rest. And so to Tripoly, if God lend me life.
Gru. Nay, then I will not; you shall have the Tra. What countryman, I pray?
Of Mantua. Or else you get no beef of Grumio,
Gru. Why, then the mustard without the beef. Ped. My life, sir! how, I pray? for that goes Kath. Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding hard.
(Beats him.) Tra. 'Tis death for any one in Mantua
That feed'st me with the very name of meat: To come to Padua: Know you not the cause? Sorrow on thee, and all the pack of you, Your ships are staid at Venice; and the duke That triumph thus upon my misery! (For private quarrel 'twixt your duke and him,) Go, get thee gone, I say. Hath publish'd and proclaim'd it openly: 'Tis marvel; but that you're but newly come,
Enter PETRUCHIO with a dish of meat; and
Pet. How fares my Kate? What, sweeting, all
Hor. Mistress, what cheer?
[amort? From Florence, and must here deliver them.
'Faith, as cold as can be. Tra. Well, sir, to do you courtesy,
Pet. Pluck up thy spirits, look cheerfully upon me.
(Sets the dish on a table.) Pisa, renowned for grave citizens.
I am sure, sweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks. Tra. Among them, know you one Vincentio ? What, not a word? Nay then, thou lov'st it not;
Ped. I know bim not, but I have heard of him; And all my pains is sorted to no proof:A merchant of incomparable wealth.
Here, take away this dish. Tra. He is my father, sir; and, sooth to say, Kath.
'Pray you, let it stand. In countenance somewhat doth resemble you. Pet. The poorest service is repaid with thanks;
Bion. As much as an apple doth an oyster, and And so shall mine, before you touch the meat. all one. (A side.)
Kath. I thank you, sir. Tra. To save your life in this extremity,
Hor. Signior Petruchio, fy! you are to blame:
Come, mistress Kate, I'll bear you company.
(Aside.) His name and credit shall you undertake,
Much good do it unto thy gentle heart!
With ruffs, and cuffs, and farthingales, and things ;
With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knavery. Tra. Then go with me, to make the matter good, | What, hast thou din'd? The tailor stays thy leisure, This, by the way, I let you understand ;
To deck thy body with his ruflling treasure. My father is here look'd for every day,
Enter Tailor. To pass assurance of a dower in marriage 'Twixt me and one Baptista's daughter here:
Come, tailor, let us see these ornaments;
(Exeunt. Hab. Here is the cap your worship did bespeak. Scene III.-A Room in Petruchio's House.
Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer;
A velvet dish;fy, fy! 'tis lewd and filthy :
Why, 'tis a cockle, or a walnut-shell,
Kath. I'll bave no bigger; this doth fit the time,
And gentlewomen wear such caps as these.
Pet. When you are gentle, you shall have one too, , manded the sleeves should be cut oat, and sewed up And not till then.
again; and that I'll prove upon thee, though thy Hor.
That will not be in haste. (Aside.) | little finger be armed in a thimble. Kath. Why, sir, I trust, I may have leave to Tai. This is true, that I say; an I had thee in speak;
place where, thou should'st know it. And speak I will; I am no child, no babe:
Gru. I am for thee straight: take thou the bill, Your betters have endur'd me say my mind; give me thy mete-yard,
and spare not me. And, if you cannot, best you stop your ears.
Hor. God-a-mercy, Grumio! then he shall have My tongue will tell the anger of my heart;
no odds. Or else my heart, concealing it, will break:
Pet. Well, sir, in brief, the gown is not for me. And, rather than it shall, I will be free
Gru. You are i'the right, sir; 'tis for my mistress. Even to the uttermost, as I please, in words. Pet. Go, take it up unto thy master's use.
Pet. Why, thou say'st true; it is a paltry cap, Gru. Villain, not for thy life: Take up my misA custard-coffin, a bauble, a silken pie:
tress' gown for thy master's use! I love thee well, in that thou lik'st it not.
Pet. Why, sir, what's your conceit in that? Kath. Love me, or love me not, I like the cap; Gru.O,sir, the conceitis deeper than you think for: And it I will bave, or I will have none.
up my mistress' gown to his master's use ! Pet. Thy gown? why, ay;~Come, tailor, let us 0, fy, fy, fy!
Pet. Hortensio, say thou wilt see the tailor O mercy, God! what masking stuff is here?
paid :-(Aside.) What's this? a sleeve? 'tis like a demi-cannon: Go take it hence; begone, and say no more. What! up and down, carv'd like an apple-tart? Hor. Tailor, I'll pay thee for thy gownto-morrow. Here's snip, and nip, and cut, and slish, and slash, Take no unkindness of his hasty words: Like to a censer in a barber's shop :
Away, I say; commend me to thy master. Why, what o'devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this?
(Exit Tailor. Hor. I see, sbe's like to have neither cap nor Pet. Well, come, my Kate; we will unto your gown. (Aside.)
father's, Tai. You bid me make it orderly and well, Even in these honest mean habiliments; According to the fashion, and the time.
Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor: Pet. Marry, and did; but if you be remember'd, For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich ; I did not bid you mar it to the time.
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, Go, bop me over every kennel home,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit. For you shall hop without my custom, sir: What, is the jay more precious than the lark, I'll none of it; hence, make your best of it. Because his feathers are more beautiful ?
Kath. I never saw a better-fashion'd gown, Or is the adder better than the eel, More quaint, more pleasing, nor more commendable: Because his painted skin contents the eye? Belike, you mean to make a puppet of me. O, no, good Kate ; neither art thou the worse Pet. Why, true; he means to make a puppet of For this poor furniture, and mean array. thee.
If thou account'st it shame, lay it on me: Tai. She says, your worship means to make a And therefore, frolic; we will hence forthwith, pappet of her.
To feast and sport us at thy father's house. Pet. O monstrous arrogance! thou liest, thou Go, call my men, and let us straight to him ; Thou thimble,
[thread, And bring our horses unto Long-lane end, Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail, There will we mount, and thither walk on foot. Thoa flea, thou nit, thou winter cricket thou: Let's see; I think, 'tis now some seven o'clock, Bray'd in mine own house with a skein of thread! And well we may come there by dinner-time. Away, thoa rag, thou quantity, thou remnant; Kath. I dare assure you, sir, 'tis almost two; Or I shall so be-nete thee with thy yard,
And 'twill be supper-time, ere you come there. As thou shalt think on prating whilst thou liv'st! Pet. It shall be seven, ere I go to horse : I tell thee, I, that thou hast marr'd her gown. Look, what I speak, or do, or think to do,
Tai. Your worship is deceiv'd ; the gown is made You are still crossing it.-Sirs, let't alone : Just as my master had direction:
I will not go to-day; and ere I do, Grumio gave order how it should be done. It shall be what o'clock I say it is.
Gru. I gave him no order, I gave him the stuff. Hor. Why, so! this gallant will command the Tai. But how did you desire it should be made?
[Exeunt. Gru. Marry, sir, with needle and thread. Tai. But did you not request to have it cat?
SCENE IV.-Padua. Before Baptista's House. Gru. Thou hast faced many things.
Enter TRANIO, and the Pedant dressed like VINTai, I have.
Gru. Pace not me: thoa bast braved many men ; Tra. Sir, this is the house; Please it you, that brave not me; I will neither be faced nor braved.
I call ? I say unto thee,-I bid thy master cut out the Ped. Ay, what else ? and, but I be deceivod, gown; but I did not bid him cut it to pieces : ergo, Signior Baptista may remember me, thoa liest.
[testify. Near twenty years ago, in Genoa, where Tai. Why, here is the note of the fashion to We were lodgers at ihe Pegasus. Pet. Read it. [said so. Tra.
'Tis well; Gru. The note lies in his throat, if he say I And hold your own, in any case, with such Tai. Imprimis, a loose-bodied gown:
Austerity as 'longeth to a fa Gru. Master, if ever I said loose-bodied gown,
Enter Biondello. sew me in the skirts of it, and beat me to death with a bottom of brown thread: I said a gown. Ped. I warrant you: But,sir, here comes your boy; Pet. Proceed.
"Twere good, he were school'd. Tai, With a small compassed cape;
Tra. Fear you not him.-Sirrah, Biondello, Gru. I confess the cape.
your duty throughly, I advise you; Tai. With a trunk sleeve ;
Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio. Gru. I confess two sleeves.
· Bion. Tut! fear not me. Tai. The sleeves curiously cut.
Tra. But bast thou done thy errand to Baptista ? Pet. Ay, there's the villainy.
Bion. I told him, that your father was at Venice; Gru. Error i'the bill, sir; error i'the bill. I com- | And that you look'd for him this day in Padua,
Tra. Thou'rt a tall fellow; hold thee, that to drink. church ;-take the priest, clerk, and some suficient Here comes Baptista :-set your countenance,sir. honest witnesses:
say, If this be not that you look for, I have no more to Enter BAPTISTA and LUCENTIO.
But, bid Bianca farewell for ever and a day.(Going.) Signior Baptista, you are happily met :
Luc. Hear'st thon, Biondello ? Sir,
(To the Pedant.) Bion. I cannot tarry: I knew a wench married in This is the gentleman I told you of;
an afternoon as she went to the garden for parsley I pray you, stand good father to me now,
to stuff a rabbit; and so may you, sir; and so Give me Bianca for my patrimony.
adieu, sir. My master bath appointed me to go to Ped. Soft, son!
Saint Luke's to bid the priest be ready to come, Sir, by your leave; having come to Padua against you come with your appendix. [Exit. To gather in some debts, my son Lucentio
Luc. I may, and will, if she be so contented : Made me acquainted with a weighty cause She will be pleas'd, then wherefore should I doubt? Of love between your daughter and himself: Hap what hap may, I'll roundly go about her ; And,- for the good report I hear of you ;
It shall go hard, if Cambio go without her. [Exit. And for the love he beareth to your daughter, And she to him,-to stay him not too long,
SCENE V.-A public Road. I am content, in a good father's care,
Enter PETRUCHIO, KATUARINA, and HORTENSIO. To bave him match'd : and,-if you pleas’d to like Pet. Come on, o'God's name; once more toNo worse than I, sir,-apon some agreement,
ward our father's.
(moon! Me shall you find most ready and most willing Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the With one consent to have her so bestowed;
Kath. The moon! the sun; it is not mooulight now. For curious I cannot be with you,
Pet. I say, it is the moon that shines so bright. Signior Baptista, of whom I hear so well.
Kath. I know, it is the sun that shines so bright. Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say ;-, Pet. Now, by my mother's son, and that's myself, Your plainness, and your shortness, please me well. It shall be moon, or star, or what Iist, Right true it is, your son Lucentio here
Or ere I journey to your father's house :Doth love my daughter, and she loveth him, Go on, and fetch our horses back again.Or both dissemble deeply their affections :
Evermore cross'd, and cross'd, nothing but cross'd! And, therefore, if you say no more than this, Hor. Say as he says, or we shall never go. That like a father you will deal with him,
Kath. Forward, I pray, since we have come so And pass my daughter a sufficient dower,
And be it moon, or sun, or what you please : [far, The match is fully made, and all is done :
And if you please to call it a rush candle, Your son shall have my daughter with consent. Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me.
Tra. I thank you, sir. Where then do you know Pet. I say, it is the moon. We be affied; and such assurance ta'en, (best, Kath.
I know it is. As shall with either part's agreement stand ?
Pet. Nay, then you lie ; it is the blessed sun. Bap. Not in my house, Lucentio; for you know, Kath. Then God be bless'd, it is the blessed sun:Pitchers have
ears, and I have many servants : But sun it is not, when you say it is not ; Besides, old Gremio is heark’ning still ;
And the moon changes, even as your mind. And, happily, we might be interrupted.
What you will have it nam'd, even that it is; Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, sir : And so it shall be so, for Katharine. There doth my father lie; and there, this night, Hor. Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is won. We'll pass the business privately and well:
Pet. Well, forward, forward : thus the bowl Send for your daughter by your servant bere,
Enter VINCENTIO, in a travelling dress. And þid Bianca make her ready straight;
Good-morrow, gentle mistress: Where away?And, if you will, tell what bath happened :
(To Vincentio.) Lucentio's father is arriv'd in Padua,
Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too, And how she's like to be Lucentio's wife.
Hast thou beheld a fresher gentlewoman? Luc. I pray the gods she may, with all my heart ! Such war of wbite and red within her cheeks!
Tra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone, What stars do spangle heaven with such beauty, Signior Baptista, shall I lead the way?
As those two eyes become that heavenly face? Welcome! one mess is like to be your cheer: Fair lovely maid, once more good-day to thee :-Come, sir; we'll better it in Pisa,
Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's sake. Вар. .
I follow you.
Hor. 'A will make the man mad, to make a [Exeunt Tranio, Pedant, and Baptista. | woman of him. Bion. Cambio.
Kath. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and Luc. What say'st thou, Biondello?
sweet, Bion. You saw my master wink and laugh upon Whither away; or where is thy abode ? Luc. Biondello, what of that?
[you? Happy the parents of so fair a child ; Bion. 'Faith, nothing; but he has left me bere Happier the man, whom favourable stars behind, to expound the meaning or moral of his Allot thee for his lovely bed-fellow ! signs and tokens.
Pet. Why, how now, Kate! I hope thou art not Luc. I pray thee, moralize them.
mad: Bion. Then thus. Baptista is safe, talking with This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither’d; the deceiving father of a deceitful son.
And not a maiden, as thou say'st he is. Luc. And what of him?
Kath. Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes, Bion. His daughter is to be brought by you to That have been so bedazzled with the sun, Luc. And then ?
[the supper. That every thing I look on seemeth green: Bion. The old priest at Saint Luke's church is at Now I perceive, thou art a reverend father ; your command at all hours.
Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad mistaking. Luc. And what of all this?
Pet. Do, good old grandsire; and withal, make Bion. I cannot tell; except they are busied about
known a counterfeit assurance: Take you assurance of Which way thou travellest: if along with us, her, cum privilegio ad imprimendum solum: to the
We shall be joyful of thy company.