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What you will have it named, even that it is,
And so it shall be so for Catbarine.

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

And not unluckily against the bias :
But soft, some company is coming here.

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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 ! What stars do spangle heaven with such 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 sake.

? In the first sketch of this of the hand of Shakespear, tho' play, printed in 1607, we find the rest of that play is far infetwo speeches in this place worth rior.

POPE.. preserving, and seeming to be

Fair lovely maiden, young and affable,
More clear of hue, and far more beautiful
Than precious sardoriyx, or purple rocks
Of amethists, or gliftering hyacinth-

Sweet Carbarine, this lovely woman
Cath. Fair lovely lady, bright and chryftalline,
Beauteous and stately as the eye-train'd bird ;
As glorious as the morning wash'd with dew,
Within whose eyes she takes her dawning beams,
And golden summer sleeps upon thy cheeks.
Wrap up thy radiations in fome cloud,
Left that thy beauty make this stately town
Uninhabitable as the burning zone,
With sweet reflections of thy lovely face.

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Hor. He will make the man mad, to make a wo.

man of him. Cath. Young budding Virgin, fair, and fresh, and

sweet, Whither away, or where is thy aboad? Happy the Parents of so fair a child; Happier the man, whom favourable stars Aliot thee for his lovely bedfellow! Pet. Why, how now, Kate, I hope thou art not

mad! This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, withered, And not a maiden, as, thou say'st he is.

Caib. Pardon, old Father, my mistaken eyes ; That have been so bedazled with the sun, That every thing I look on seemeth green. Now I perceive, thou art a reverend Father : Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad mistaking. Pet. Do, good old Grandfire, and withal make

Which way thou travellest : if along with us,
We shall be joyful of thy company.
· Vin. Fair Sir, and you my merry Mistress,
That with your strange encounter much amaz'd me;
My name is call'd Vincentio, my dwelling Pifa ;
And bound I am to Padua, there to visit
A son of mine, which long I have not seen.

Per. What is his name?
Vin. Lucentio, gentle Sir.

Pet. Happily met, the happier for thy fon;
And now by law, as well as reverend age,
I may entitle thee my loving Father :
The Sister of my wife, this Gentlewoman,
Thy Son by this hath married. Wonder not,
Nor be not griev'd, she is of good esteem,
Her dowry wealthy, and of worthy birth ;
Beside, so qualified, as may befeem
The Spouse of any noble Gentleman.
Let me embrace with old Vincentio,


And wander we to see thy honeft Son,
Who will of thy arrival be full joyous.

Vin. But is this true, or is it else your pleasure,
Like pleasant travellers, to break a jest
Upon the company you overtake ?
Hor. I do assure thee, Father, so it is.

Pet. Come, go along, and see the truth hereof:
For our first merriment hach made thee jealous.

Exeunt Pet. Cath. and Vin, Hor. Well, Petruchio, this hath put me in heart. Have to my widow, and if she be froward, Then halt thou taught Hortenfio to be untoward. (Exit.



Before Lucentio's House.

Enter Biondello, Lucentio and Bianca, Gremio

walking on one side.


HOFTLY and swiftly, Sir, for the Priest is ready:

Luc. I Ay, Biondello ; but they may chance to need thee at home, therefore leave us.

Bion. Nay, faith, I'll see the church o'your back, . and then come back to my master as soon as I can.

[Exeunt. Gre. I marvel, Cambio comęs not all this while.

And then come back to my

" and then for fear I hould be Mistress as soon as I can.) The "wanted, I'll run back to wait Editions all agree in this reading; “ on Tranio, who at present perbut what Mistress was Biondell, “ sonates you, and whom thereto come back to ? He must cer- “ fore I at present acknowledge tainly mean ; " Nay, faith, Sir, " for my Mufter."

Тньов. . " I must see you in the Church; G 3


Enter Petruchio, Catharina, Vincentio and Grumio,

with Attendants.

Pet. Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's house, My Father's bears more towards the market-place; Thither must I, and here I leave you, Sir.

Vin. You shall not chuse but drink before you go; I think, I shall command your welcome here ; And by all likelihood some cheer is toward. (Knocks.

Gre. They're busy within, you were best knock louder.

[Pedant looks out of the window. Ped. What's he, that knocks as he would beat down the gate ?

Vin. Is Signior Lucentio within, Sir ?
Ped. He's within, Sir, but not to be spoken withal.

Vin. What, if a man bring him a hundred pound or two, to make merry withal?

Ped. Keep your hundred pounds to yourself, he shall need none as long as I live.

Pet. Nay, I told you, your son was belov'd in Padua. Do you hear, Sir ? to leave frivolous circumstances, I pray you, tell Signior Lucentio that his Fa. ther is come from. Pisa, and is here at the door to speak with him.

Ped. Thou lieft; his father is come to Padua, and here looking out of the window.

Vin. Art thou his father?
Ped. Ay, Sir, so his mother says, if I may

believe her.

Pet. Why, how now, Gentleman! why, this is fat knavery to take upon you another man's name.

Ped. Lay hands on the villain. I believe, he means to cozen somebody in this city under my countenance.


Enter Biondello,

Bion. I have seen them in the church together. God send 'em good shipping! but who is here? mine old' Master Vincentio ? now we are undone, and brought to nothing.

Vin. Come hither, crackhemp. (Seeing Biondello, Bion. I hope, I may chuse, Sir.

Vin. Come hither, you rogue ; what, have you forgot me?

Bion. Forgot you? no, Sir: I could not forget you, for I never faw you before in all my life.

Vin. What, you notorious villain, didst thou never see thy Master's Father Vincentio ?

Bion. What, my old worshipful old master? yes, marry, Sir, see where he looks out of the window, Vin. Is't so indeed?

[He beats Biondello. Bion. Help, help, help, here's a madman will murder me.

Ped. Help, fon; help, Signior Baptista.

Pet. Pry'chee, Kate, let's stand aside, and see the end of this controversy.

[They retire. Enter Pedant with Servants, Baptista and Tranio. .

Tra. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my fervant?

Vin. What am I, Sir; nay, what are you, Sir? oh, immortal Gods! oh, fine villain! a Glken doublet, a velvet hose, a scarlet cloak and a + copata¡n hat: oh, I am undone! I am undone! while I play the good husband at home, my son and my servants spend all at the University.

* A copatain hat, is, I believe, as was anciently worn by well a hat with a conical crown, such dressed men,



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