SCENE, before Baptifta's House. Enter Tranio, and the Pedant dreft like Vincentio. SIR TRANIO. IR, this is the house; please it you, that I call? Ped. Ay, what else! and (but I be deceived,) Signior Baptifta may remember me Near twenty years ago in Genoa, Where we were lodgers, at the Pegafus. (19) Tra. 'Tis well, and hold your own in any cafe Ped. I warrant you: but, Sir, here comes your boys 'Twere good, he were school'd. Tra. Fear you not him; firrah, Biondello, Now. do your duty throughly, I advise you: Imagine, 'twere the right Vincentio. Bion. Tut, fear not me. Tra. But haft thou done thy errand to Baptifta? Bion. I told him, that your father was in Venice; And that you look'd for him this day in Padua. Tra. Th'art a tall fellow, hold thee that to drink; Here comes Baptifta; fet your countenance, Sir. Enter Baptifta and Lucentio. Tra. Signior Baptifta, you are happily met: Sir, this is the gentleman I told you of; (19) Tra. Where we were Lodgers at the Pegasus.] This Line has in all the Editions hitherto been given to Tranio. But Tranie could with no Propriety fpeak this, either in his affum'd or real Character. Lucentio was too young to know any thing of lodging with his Father, twenty years before at Genoa : and Tranio must be as much too young, or very unfit to represent and perfonate Lucentio. I have ventur'd to place the Line to the Pedant, to whom it muft certainly belong, and is a Sequel of what he was before faying. I I pray you ftand, good Father, to me now, Ped. Soft, fon. Sir, by your leave, having come to To gather in fome debts, my fon Lucentio And for the love he beareth to your daughter, To have him match'd; and if you please to like Signior Baptifta, of whom I hear fo well. Your fon fhall have my daughter with confent. Be we affied; and fuch affurance ta'en, As fhall with either part's agreement stand; Bap. Not in my houfe, Lucentio; for, you know, Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, Sir, My boy fhall fetch the fcrivener presently. And if you will, tell what hath happen'd here: And how fhe's like to be Lucentio's wife. Luc. I pray the Gods fhe may, with all my heart! [Exit. get thee gone. Tra. Dally not, with the Gods, but Signior Baptifta, fhall I lead the way? Welcome! one mess is like to be your cheer. Come, Sir, we will better it in Pisa. Bap. I'll 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. Biondello, what of that? Bion. 'Faith, nothing; But ha's 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; expect, they are bufied about a counterfeit affurance; take you affurance of her, Cum privilegio ad imprimendum folum; to th' Church take the Prieft, Clark, and some sufficient honeft witnesses: If this be not that you look for, I have no more to fay, But bid Bianca farewel for ever and a day. Luc. Luc. Hear'ft thou, Biondello? Bion. I cannot tarry; I knew a wench married in an afternoon as he 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 should I doubt ? Hap what hap may, I'll roundly go about her : It fhall go hard, if Cambio go without her. SCENE, a green Lane. Enter Petruchio, Catharina, and Hortenfio. [Exit. Ome on, o' God's name, once more tow'rds our Pet. Co Good Lord, how bright and goodly fhines the Moon! Cath. The Moon! the Sun: it is not Moon light now. my felf, Pet. I fay, it is the Moon that fhines fo bright. Cath. I know, it is the Moon. Pet. Nay, then you lye; it is the bleffed Sun. But Sun it is not, when you fay it is not; S 5 What What you will have it nam'd, even that it is, Hor. Petruchio, go thy way, the field is won. run; And not unluckily against the bias: But foft, fome company is coming here. Enter Vincentio. Good morrow, gentle mistress, where away? [To Vincentio. Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too, Haft thou beheld a frefher 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. Cath. Young budding Virgin, fair, and fresh, and fweet, Whither away, or where is thy aboad? 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. Cath. Pardon, old Father, my mistaken eyes; Pet. Do, good old Grandfire, and withal make known Vin. Fair Sir, and you my merry Mittels, That with your ftrange encounter much amaz'd me; My |