SCENE IV. Padua. Before Baptista's House. Enter TRANIO, and the Pedant dressed like Tra. Sir, this is the house: Please it you, that I call? Ped. Ay, what else? and, but I be deceived, Near twenty years ago, in Genoa, where Tra. 'Tis well; And hold your own, in any case, with such Enter BIONDello. Ped. I warrant you: But, sir, here comes your boy; 'Twere good, he were school'd. Tra. Fear you not him. Sirrah, Biondello, Now do your duty throughly, I advise you; Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio. Bion. Tut! fear not me. Tra. But hast thou done thy errand to Baptista? Bion. I told him, that your father was at Venice; And that you look'd 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. Signior Baptista, you are happily met: 7 Brave. Sir, [To the Pedant.] This is the gentleman I told you of; Sir, by your leave; having come to Padua To have him match'd; and, if you please to like 8 For curious I cannot be with you, Signior Baptista, of whom I hear so well. Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say; Your plainness, and your shortness, please me well. Right true it is, your son Lucentio here 9 best, you We be affied; and such assurance ta'en, know Bap. Not in my house, Lucentio; for, you know, Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants: & Scrupulous. 9 Assure or convey. 1 Betrothed. 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, And bid Bianca make her ready straight; And, if you will, tell what hath happened :- And how she's like to be Lucentio's wife. Luc. I pray the gods she may, with all my heart! Tra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone. Signior Baptista, shall I lead the way? Welcome! one mess is like to be your cheer: I follow you. [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? 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 a counterfeit assurance: Take you assurance of her. cum privilegio ad imprimendum solùm: 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 for ever and a day. Luc. Hear'st thou, Biondello? EGoing. 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. [Exit. Luc. I may, and will, if she be so contented: She will be pleas'd, 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 publick Road. Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, and HOR TENSIO. 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 Pet. I now. say, 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, It shall be moon, or star, or what I list, Or ere I journey to your father's house: Go on, and fetch our horses back again. Evermore cross'd, and cross'd; nothing but cross'd! 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: Kath. I know it is. Hor. Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is won. run, And not unluckily against the bias- Enter VINCENTIO, in a travelling dress. Good morrow, gentle mistress: Where away? |