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Take no unkindness of his hasty words:
[Erit Tailor. Pet
. Well, come, my Kate; we will unto your father's, Even in these honest, mean habiliments. Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor; For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich; And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, So honor 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 thad the eel, Because his painted skin contents the eye? 0, no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse For this poor furniture, and mean array. If thou account'st it shame, 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 horses unto Long-lane end; There will we mount, and thither walk on foot. Let's see; I think 'tis now some seven o'clock, And well we may come there by dinner time.
Kath. I dare assure you, sir, 'tis almost two;
Pet. It shall be seven, ere I go to horse ;
[Exeunt. SCENE IV. Padua. Before Baptista's House. Enter TRANIO, and the Pedant dressed like VINCENTIO. Tra. Sir, this is the house. Please it you that I call ?
Ped. Ay, what else? And, but I be deceived,
'Tis well; And hold your own, in any case, with such Austerity as ’longeth to a father.
Enter BIONDELLO. Ped. I warrant you. But, sir, here comes your boy, 'Twere good he were schooled.
Tra. Fear you not him. Sirrah, Biondello,
Bion. Tut! fear not me.
Bion. I told him that your father was at Venice; And that you looked for him this day in Padua.
Tra. Thou’rt a tall fellow; hold thee that to drink, Here comes Baptista. - Set your countenance, sir.“
Enter BAPTISTA and LUCENTIO.
Ped. Soft, son !
Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say.--
Tra. I thank you, sir. Where then do you know best,
Bap. Not in my house, Lucentio; for you know, Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants.
I follow you.
Besides, old Gremio is hearkening still;
Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, sir.
Bap. It likes me well. - Cambio, hie you home,
Luc. I pray the gods she may, with all my heart !
Tra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone.
cheer. Come, sir; we'll better it in Pisa. Bap.
[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. 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 busied about a counterfeit assurance. Take you assurance of her, cum privilegio ad imprimendum solum, 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 forever and a day. [Going.
Luc. Hear'st thou, Biondello? Bion. I cannot tarry. I knew a wench 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 pleased, 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 public Road. Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, and HORTENSIO. Pet. Come on, o' God's name; once more toward our
Kath. The moon! the sun; it is not moonlight now.
Pet. Now, by my mother's son, and that's myself,
Hor. Say as he says, or we shall never go.
Kath. Forward, I pray, since we have come so far, And be it moon, or sun, or what you please. And if you please to call it a rush candle, Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me. Pet. I
it is the moon. Kath.
I know it is the moon.
Kath. Then, God be bless'd, it is the blessed sun.-
Hor. Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is won.
Pet. Well, forward, forward; thus the bowl should 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?
[TO VINCENTIO. Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too, Hast thou beheld a fresher gentlewoman?
Such war of white and red within her cheeks?
Hor. 'A will make the man mad, to make a woman of him.
Kath. Young, budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and sweet, Whither away; or where is thy abode ? Happy the parents of so fair a child ! Happier the man whom favorable stars Allot thee for his lovely bed-fellow!
Pet. Why, how now, Kate! I hope thou art not mad;
Kath. Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes,
Pet. Do, good old grandsire; and withal make known
Vin. Fair sir,--and you, my merry mistress,
Pet. What is his name?
Lucentio, gentle sir.
Vin. But is this true? Or is it else your pleasure,
Hor. I do assure thee, father, so it is.