Look, what I fpeak, or do, or think to do, It fhall be what o'clock I fay it is. Hor. Why, fo; this Gallant will command the Sun. [Exeunt Pet. Cath, and Hor. [The Prefenters above, fpeak here.]. Lord. Who's within there? Enter Servants. [Sly feeps. Afleep again! go take him easily up, and put him in his own apparel again. But fee, you wake him not in any cafe. Serv. It shall be done, my Lord; come help to bear bim bence. [They bear off Sly. Enter Tranio, and the Pedant dreft like Vincentio. IR, this is the houfe; pleafe it you, that I call? Tra. SIR, Ped. Ay, what else! and (but I be deceived) Near twenty years ago in Genoa, 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 you: Imagine, 'twere the right Vincentio. Bion. Tut, fear not me. 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. 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: I pray you stand, good Father, to me now, Ped. Soft, fon. Sir, by your leave, having come to Padua, To gather in fome debts, my fon Lucentio To have him match'd; and if you please to like For For curious I cannot be with you, Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say : Your fon fhall have my daughter with confent. Tra. I thank you, Sir. * Where then do you know beft, 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, 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, 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. 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. SCENE XI. 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 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 affurance; 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 fay, 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 parfly to stuff VOL. III. G a rabbet; and fo may you, Sir, and fo adieu, Sir; iny 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 she 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. 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. Hor. Say, as he fays, or we fhall never go. 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. ! What |