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Luc. Hear'st thou, Biondello?
Bion. I cannot tarry; I knew a wench married in an afternoon as she went to the garden for parlly to ftuff a rabbet ; and fo may you, Sir, and so adieu, Sir ; my master hath appointed me to go to St. Luke's, to bid the Priest be ready to come against you come with your Appendix.
SCENE, a green Lane.
Enter Petruchio, Catharina, and Hortensio.
Cath. The Moon ! the Sun : it is not Moon-light now.
Pet. Now by my mother's son, and that's myself,
Hor, Say, as he says, or we shall never go.
Cath. Forward I pray, since we are come so far,
Pet. I say, it is the Moon.
Cath. Then, God be bleit, it is the blessed Sun.
And so it shall be fo for Catharine.
Ilor. Petruchio, go thy way, the field is won.
Pet. Well, forward, forward, thus the bowl should rur; And not unluckily against the bias : But soft, some company is coming here,
Good-morrow, gentle mistress, where away?
[To Vincentia Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too, Halt 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 fake.
Hor. He will make the man mad, to make a woman of him. Cob. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and sweet, Whither away, or where is thy aboad? Happy the parents of fo fair a child ; Happier the man, whom favourable stars Allot 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 fay'it he is. Carh. Pardon, old father,
Pet. Do, good old grandfire, and withal make known
Vin. Fair Sir, and you my merry mistress,
Pet. What is his name?
Vin. But is this true, or is it else your pleasure,
Pet. Come, go along, and see the truth hereof:
[Exeunt Pet. Cath. and Vin, Hor. Well, Petruchio, this hath put me in heart. Have to my widow, and if the be froward, Then haft thou taught Hortenfio to be untoward. [Exit:
A C T V.
SCENE, before Lucentio's House. Enter Biondello, Lucentio and Bianca, Gremio
walking on one side.
Lúc. I fly, Biondello ; but they may chance to need thee at home, therefore leave us:
Bion. Nay, faith, I'll see the church o' your back, (20) and then come back to my master as soon as I can.
(Exeunt. Gre. I marvel, Cambio comes not all this while.
Enter Petruchio, Catharina, Vincentio and Grumio,
Vin. You shall not chuse but drink before you go ;
Gre. They're busy within, you were best knock louder.
[Pedant looks out at the window. Ped. What's he, that knocks as he would beat down
the gate ?
(20) And sten come back to my Mistress as soon as I can.] The Editions all aç ree in this reading ; but what Mistress was Biondello to come back to ? He must certainly mean; “ Nay, faith, Sir, " I must see you in the Church ; and then for fear I should be * wanted, I'll run back to wait 'on Tranio, who at present per" sonates you, and whom therefore I at present acknowledge for ** my Mafier.".
Vin. Is Signior Lucentio within, Sir ?
Ped. Keep your hundred pounds to yourself, he shall need none as long as I live.
Pet. Nay, I told you, your fon was belov'd in Padua. Do you hear, Sir ? to leave frivolous circumstances, I pray you, tell Signior Lucentio that his father 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, fo his mother says, if I may believe her.
Pet. Why, how now, gentleman ! why, this is flat knavery to take upon you another man's name.
Ped. Lay hands on the villain. I believe, he means to cózen somebody in this city under my countenance.
Bion. I have seen them in the church together. God fend 'em good shipping! but who is here; mine old Malter Vincentio? now we are undone, and brought to nothing
Vin. Come hither, crackhemp. [Seeing Biondello.
got me ?
Bion. Forgot you ? no, Sir : I could not forget you, før I never saw you before in all my life.
Vin. What, you notorious villain, didst thou never fee thy master's father Vincentio ? Bion. What, my old worshipful old master ?
yes, marry, Sir, fee where he looks out of the window. Vin. Is't fo indeed ?
[He beats Biondello. Bion. Help, help, help, here's a madman will murder me.