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Sir, by your leave; having come to Padua
Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say ;-
best, We be affied; and such assurance ta’en, As shall with either part's agreement stand?
Bap. Not in my house, Lucentio; for, you know, Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants :
you, sir :
Besides, old Gremio is heark'ning still;
Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like
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. Signior Baptista, shall I lead the way? Welcome! one mess is like to be your
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.
I follow you.
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 thechurch; -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.
[Going. Lac. 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 pleas'd, then wherefore should I doubt? Hap what bap may, I'll roundly go about her; It shall go hard, if Cambio go without her.
A publick Road.
Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, and HORTENSIO. Pet. Come on, o'God's name; once more toward
our father's. Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the moon!
Kath. The moon! the sun; it is not moonlight,
Pet. I 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 crost, and crost; nothing but crost!
Hor. Say as he says, or we shall never go.
Kath. Forward, I pray, since we have come so far,
Pet. I say, it is the moon.
I know it is.
Kath. Then, God be bless'd, it is the blessed sun:
And so it shall be so, for Katharine.
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 60 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 heavenly face ? Fair lovely maid, once more good day to thee:Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's sake. Hor. 'A will make the man mad, to make a wo.
man 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 favourable stars Allot thee for his lovely bed-fellow! Pet. Why, how now, Kate! I hope, thou art not
mad: This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither'd; And not a maiden, as thou say'st he is.
Kath. Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes,