.

Go take it hence, be gone, and say no more.
Her Tailor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-morrow,
Take no unkindness of his hafty words:
Away, I fay; commend me to thy master. [Exit Tai.
Pet. Well, come, my Kate, we will unto your fa-
Even in thefe honeft mean habiliments: Ether's,
Our purfes fhall be proud, our garments poor;
For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich:
And as the fun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
What, is the jay more precious than the lark,
Because his feathers are more beautiful?

Or is the adder better than the eel,

Because his painted skin contents the eye?
Oh, no, good Kate; neither art thou the worfe
For this poor furniture, and mean array.
If thou account't it fhame, lay it on me;
And therefore frolic; we will hence forthwith,
To feast and sport us at thy father's house.
Go call my men, and let us straight to him,
And bring our horfes unto Long-lane end,
There will we mount, and thither walk on foot.
Let's fee, I think 'tis now fome feven o'clock,
And well we may come there by dinner time.

Cath. I dare affure you, Sir, 'tis almost two;
And 'twill be fupper-time ere you come there.
Pet. It fhall be seven ere I go to horse.
Look, what I speak, or do, or think to do,
You are still croffing it; Sirs, let't alone,
I will not go to-day, and ere I do,

It shall be what o'clock I fay it is.

Hor. Why, fo: this gallant will command the

fun.

[Exeunt Pet. Cath. and Hor. [The prefenters, above, fpeak here. [Sly fleeps.

Lord. "Who's within there?

VOL. IV.

Y

"Enter Servants.

Afleep again? go take him eafily up, and put him in his own apparel again. But fee you "wake him not in any cafe.

Serv." It fhall be done, my Lord: come, help
to bear him hence."
[They bear off Sly.

SCENE, before Baptifta's Houfe.

Enter TRANIO, and the Pedant dreffed like

VINCENTIO.

Tra. Sir, this is the houfe, 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,

I

Where we were lodgers, at the Pegasus. (22)

Tra. 'Tis well, and hold your own in any case, With fuch aufterity as 'longeth to a father.

"Enter LIONDELLO.

Ped I warrant you: but, Sir, here comes your Tw were good he were schooled.

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.

[boy:

Tra. But haft thou done thy errand to Baptifta?

(22) Tra. Where we were lodgers at the Pegasus.] This line has in all the editions hitherto been given to Tranio. But Tranio could with no propriety speak this, either in his affumed or real character ucentio 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 reprefent and perfonate Lucentio. I have - ventured to place the line to the Pedant, to whom it muft certainly belong, and is a fequel of what he was before faying.

Bion. I told him that your father was in Venice, And that you looked for him this day in Padua. Fra. Th'art a tall fellow, hold thee that to drink; Here comes Baptifta; fet your countenance, Sir. Enter BAPTISTA and LUCENTIO.

Signior Baptifta, you are happily met:
Sir, this is the gentleman I told you of;
I pray you ftand, good father, to me now,
Give me Bianca for my patrimony.

Ped. Soft, fon. Sir, by your leave, having come to
To gather in fome debts, my fon Lucentio [Padua
Made me acquainted with a weighty caufe
Of love between your daughter and himself:
And for the good report I hear of you,
And for the love he beareth to your daughter,
And the to him; to stay him not too long,
I am content in a good father's care,.

To have him matched; and if you please to like
No worse than I, Sir, upon fome agreement,
Me fhall you find most ready and moft willing
With one confent to have her fo beftowed:
For curious I cannot be with you,

Signior Baptifta, of whom I hear fo well..

Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to fay: Your plainnefs and your fhortnefs pleafe me well. Right true it is, your fon Lucentio here Doth love my daughter, and the loveth him,. Or both diffemble deeply their affections; And therefore if you fay no more than this,. That like a father you will deal with him,. And pafs my daughter a fufficient dowry, The match is made, and all is done, Your fon fhall have my daughter with confent. Tra.I thank you, Sir. Where then do you know best.

Be we affied; and such affurance ta’en,
As fhall with either part's agreement ftand?
Bap. Not in my houfe, Lucentio; for, you know,
Pitchers have ears, and I have many fervants;
Befides, old Gremio is hearkning ftill;

And, haply, then we might be interrupted.

Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, Sir, There doth my father ly; and there this night We'll pass the bufinefs privately and well: Send for your daughter by your fervant here, My boy fhall fetch the fcrivener presently. The worst is this, that at fo flender warning You're like to have a thin and flender pittance.

Bap. It likes me well. Go, Cambio, hye you home, And bid Bianca make her ready straight: And if you will, tell what hath happened here: Lucentio's father is arrived in Padua, And how the's like to be Lucentio's wife.

Luc. I pray the gods fhe nay, with all my heart!

[Exit. Tra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone. Signior Baptifta, fhall I lead the way?

Welcome: one mess is like to be your cheer.

Come, Sir, we will better it in Fifa.

Bap. I'll follow you.

[Exeunt

Enter LUCENTIQ and BIONDELLO.

Bion. Cambio.

Luc. What fayeit thou, Biondello?

Bion. You faw my master wink and laugh upon

you.

Luc. Biondello, what of that?

Bion. 'Faith, nothing; but h'as left me here be hind to expound the meaning or moral cf his figus and tokens.

Lus. 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 priest 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, clerk, and some fufficient honest witneffes.

If this be not that you look for, I have no more to fay But bid Bianca farewel for ever and a day..

Luc. Hearest thou, Biondello ?

Bion. I cannot tarry; I knew a wench married in an afternoon as he went to the garden for parfly to ftuff a rabbet; and fo may you, Sir, and fo adieu, Sir; my master 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 pleased, then wherefore fhould I doubt? Hap what hap may, I'll roundly go about her: It shall go hard if Cambio go without her. [Exit.

SCENE, a green Lane...

Enter PETRUCHIO, CATHARINA, and HORTENSIO,

Pet. Come on, o' God's name, once more

towards our father's..

[moon ! Good Lord, how bright and goodly fhines the Cath. The moon! the fun; it is not moon light.

now.