Imatges de pÓgina

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.

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 shall go hard, if Cambio go without her. [Exita

SCENE, a green Lane.

Enter Petruchio, Catharina, and Hortensio.

Yome on, o'God's name, once more tow'rds our

Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the Moon !

Cath. The Moon ! the Sun : it is not Moon-light now.
Pet. I say, it is the Moon that thines so bright.
Cath. 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 croít, nothing but croft !

Hor, Say, as he says, or we shall never go.

Cath. Forward I pray, since we are come so far,
And be it Moon, or Sun, or what you please :
And if you please to ca!l it a rush-candle,
Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me.

Pet. I say, it is the Moon.
Cath. I know, it is the Moon.
Pet. Nay, then you lye; it is the blessed Sun.

Cath. Then, God be bleit, it is the blessed Sun.
But Sun it is not, when you say it is not;
And the Moon changes, even as your mind.
you will have it nam'd, ev'n that it is,
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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,

Enter Vincentio.

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,


mistaken eyes;
That have been so bedazzled 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 miftaking.

Pet. Do, good old grandfire, and withal make known
Which way thou travellelt, if along with us,
We Niall be joyful of thy company.

Vin. Fair Sir, and you my merry mistress,
That with your firange encounter much amaz’d me;
My name is call'd l'incentio, my dwelling Pisa;
And bound I am to Padua, there to visit
A son of mine, which long I have not seen.

Pet. 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 Sitter 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, fo qualified, as may beseem
The Spouse of any noble Gentleman.
Let me embrace with old Vincertio,
And wander we to see thy honest 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 hath made thee jealous.

[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.

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Oftly and fwiftly, Sir, for the Priest is ready.

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,

with Ettendants,
Pet. Sir, here's the door, 'this is Lücentio's house,
My Father's bears more towards the Market-place ;
Thither muft 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 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. 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 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.

Enter Biondello.

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.
Bion. I hope, I may choose, Sir.
Vin. Come hither, you rogue ; what, have you for-

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.


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