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Enter TRANIO, and the Pedant dressed like
'Tis well; And hold your own, in any case, with such Austerity as 'longeth to a father.
Ped. I warrant you : But, sir, here comes your
boy; 'Twere good, he were school'd.
Tra. Fear you not him. Sirrah, Biondello,
Bion. Tut! fear not me.
Bion. I told him, that your father was at Venice;
Enter BAPTISTA and LUCENTIO. Signior Baptista, you are happily met:
Sir, [To the Pedant.]
pray you, stand good father to me now,
Ped. Soft, son!-
am content, in a good father's care,
Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say;
deeply their affections :
Bap. Not in my house, Lucentio ; for, you know, Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants :
9 Assure or convey.
Besides, old Gremio is heark'ning still;
Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, sir :
Bap. It likes me well ; --- Cambio, hie you home,
cheer: Come, sir; we'll better it in Pisa, Вар. .
[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. His daughter is to be brought by you to the supper: * Luc. And then ?
I follow you.
Bion. The old priest at Saint 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
[Going. Luc. Hear'st thou, Biondello ?..
Bion. I cannot tarry: I knew a girl 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.
Pet. Come on; once more toward our father's
house. Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the moon ! Kath. The moon! the sun; it is not moonlight
now. Pet. 'I
it is the moon that shines so bright.
Kath. I know, it is the sun that shines so bright.
Pet. Now, by my mother's son, and that's myself,
Hor. Say as he says, or we shall never go.
Pet. I say, it is the moon.
I know it is.
Kath. Then, be it so, it is the blessed sun :--
will have it nam'd, even that it is ; And so it shall be so, for Katharine.
Hor. Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is won.
Enter VINCENTIO, in a travelling dress.
Hor. 'A will make the man mad, to make a woman of him.