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

Enter Biondello.

Ped. I warrant you: but, Sir, here comes your

boy;

'Twere good, he were fchool'd..

Tra. Fear you not him; firrah, Biondello, Now do your duty thoroughly, I advise Imagine, 'twere the right Vincentio.

Bion. Tut, fear not me.

you:

Tra. But haft thou done thy errand to Baptifta? Bion. Bion. I told him, that your father was in Venice; And that you look'd for him this day in Padua.s Tra. Th'art a tall fellow, hold thee that to drink; Here comes Baptifta; fet your countenance, Sir.

SCENE X.

Enter Baptifta and Lucentio.

Tra. Signior Baptifta, you are happily, met: Sir, this is the gentleman I told you of;

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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 Padua,

To gather in fome debts, my fon Lucentio
Made me acquainted with a weighty cause
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 ftay him not too long,
I am content in a good father's care
To have him match'd; and if you please to like
No worse than 1, Sir, upon fome agreement,
Me fhall you find moft ready and moft willing
With one confent to have her fo bestow'd:

For

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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 plainness and your shortnefs please me well.
Right true it is, your fon Lucentio here
Doth love my daughter, and she 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. Ithank you, Sir. * Where then do you know ...beft,

Be we affied; and fuch 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; Besides, 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 lie; and there this night.
We'll pass the business 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, hie you home,

And bid Bianca make her ready straight:

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

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

Luc. I pray the Gods fhe may, with all my heart!

[Exit.

-Where then you do know beft,
Be we affied 3

Or thus, which I think is right,
Where then do you trow beft,
We be affied;

Tra:

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

Welcome! one mefs is like to be your cheer.

Come, Sir, we will better it in Pifa.
Bap. I'll follow you.

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 he'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 afsurance; take you affurance of her, Cum privilegio ad imprimendum folùm; to th' Church take the Prieft, Clark, and fome fufficient honeft witneffes: If this be not that you look for, I have no more to say, But bid Bianca farewel for ever and a day.

Luc. Hear'ft thou, Biondello?

Bion. I cannot tarry; I knew a wench married in an afternoon as she went to the garden for parsly to stuff VOL. III.

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a rabbet; and so 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 againft 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 ? Hap what hap may, I'll roundly go about her: It fhall go hard, if Cambio hard, if Cambio go without her.

Pet.

[Exit.

Enter Petruchio, Catharine, and Hortenfio.

Ome on, o'God's name, once more tow❜rds our Father's.

Good Lord, how bright and goodly fhines the Moon! Cath. The Moon! the Sun: it is not Moon-light

now.

Pet. I fay, it is the Moon that fhines fo bright. Cath. I know, it is the Sun that fhines fo bright.. Pet. Now by my mother's fon, and that's myself, It shall be Moon, or Star, 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!

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Hor. Say, as he says, or we shall never go.
Cath. Forward I pray, fince we are come fo far,
And be it Moon, or Sun, or what you pleafe:
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.

Cath. I know, it is the Moon.

Pet. Nay, then you lye; it is the bleffed Sun. Cath. Then,, God be bleft, it is the bleffed Sun. But Sun it is not, when you fay it is not;

And the Moon changes, even as your mind.

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What you will have it named, even that it is,
And so it fhall be fo for Catharine.

Hor. Petruchio, go thy way, the field is won.
Pet. Well, forward, forward, thus the bowl fhould

And not unluckily against the bias:

But foft, fome company is coming here.

Good morrow, gentle miftrefs, where away?

[To Vincentio. * Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too, Haft thou beheld a fresher Gentlewoman? Such war of white and red within her cheeks! What stars do fpangle heaven with fuch beauty, As those 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.

In the firft sketch of this play, printed in 1907, we find two fpeeches in this place worth preferving, and feeming to be

of the hand of Shakespear, tho' the reft 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 Catharine, this lovely woman-
Cath. Fair lovely lady, bright and chrystalline,
Beauteous and ftately as the eye-train'd bird;
As glorious as the morning wash'd with dew,
Within whofe eyes she takes her dawning beams,
And golden fummer fleeps upon thy cheeks.
Wrap up thy radiations in fome cloud,
Left that thy, beauty make this stately town
Uninhabitable as the burning zone,
With fweet reflections of thy lovely face.

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POPE.

Hor.