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Luc. Hear'ft thou, Biondello?

Bion. I cannot tarry; I knew a wench married in an afternoon as he went to the garden for parily to fluff a rabbet; and fo may you, Sir, and fo adieu, Sir; my mafter hath appointed me to go to St. 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 fo contented: She will be pleas'd, then wherefore should I doubt ? Hap what hap may, I'll roundly go about her : It fhall go hard, if Cambio go without her.

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SCENE, a green Lane.

Enter Petruchio, Catharina, and Hortenfio.

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Good Lord, how bright and goodly fhines the Moon!
Cath. The Moon! the Sun: it is not Moon-light now.
Pet. I fay, it is the Moon that shines fo bright.
Cath. I know, it is the Sun that fhines fo bright.
Pet. Now by my mother's fon, 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 horfes back again.
Evermore croft and croft, nothing but croft !
Hor. Say, as he fays, or we fhall never go.
Cath. Forward I pray, fince we are come fo far,
And be it Moon, or Sun, or what you please:
And if you please to call it a rufh-candle,
Henceforth I vow it fhall be fo for me.
Pet. I fay, it is the Moon.

Cath. I know, it is the Moon.

Pet. Nay, then you lye; it is the bleffed Sun.
Cath. Then, God be bleft, it is the bleffed Sun.
But Sun it is not, when you fay it is not;
And the Moon changes, even as your mind.
What you will have it nam'd, ev'n that it is,

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And fo it fhall be fo for Catharine.

Hor. Petruchio, go thy way, the field is won.

Pet. Well, forward, forward, thus the bowl fhould run; And not unluckily against the bias:

But foft, fome company is coming here.

Enter Vincentio.

Good-morrow, gentle miftrefs, where away?

[To Vincentio Tell me, fweet Kate, and tell me truly too, Haft thou beheld a frefher gentlewoman? Such war of white and red within her cheeks! What ftars do fpangle heaven with fuch beauty, As thofe 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. Cath. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and fweet, 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'ft he is.

Cath. Pardon, old father, my mistaken eyes;
That have been fo bedazzled with the fun,
That every thing I look on feemeth 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 known
Which way thou travelleft, if along with us,
We fhall be joyful of thy company.

Vin. Fair Sir, and you my merry miftrefs,
That with your firange encounter much amaz'd me;
My name is call'd Vincentio, my dwelling Pifa;
And bound I am to Padua, there to vifit

A fon 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 Sifter of my Wife, this Gentlewoman,
Thy Son by this hath married. Wonder not,
Nor be not griev'd, fhe is of good esteem,
Her dowry wealthy, and of worthy birth;
Befide, fo qualified, as may befeem
The Spouse of any noble Gentleman.
Let me embrace with old Vincentio,
And wander we to fee thy honest Son,
Who will of thy arrival be full joyous.

Vin. But is this true, or is it elfe your pleasure,
Like pleasant travellers, to break a jest
Upon the company you overtake?

Hor. I do affure thee, Father, fo it is.

Pet. Come, go along, and fee the truth hereof: *** For our firft 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 fhe be froward,

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ACT

ACT V.

SCENE, before Lucentio's House.

Enter Biondello, Lucentio and Bianca, Gremie walking on one fide.

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BIONDELLO.

Oftly and fwiftly, Sir, for the Prieft is ready. Luc. I By, Biondello; but they may chance to need thee at home, therefore leave us.

Bion. Nay, faith, I'll fee the church o' your back, (20) and then come back to my mafter as foon as I can. [Exeunt, Gre. I marvel, Cambio comes not all this while.

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 muft I, and here I leave you, Sir.

Vin. You fhall not chufe but drink before you go; I think, I fhall command your welcome here; And by all likelihood fome cheer is toward. [Knocks. Gre. They're bufy within, you were beft knock louder. [Pedant leaks out at the window. Ped. What's he, that knocks as he would beat down the gate ?

(20) And then come back to my Miftrefs as foon as I can.] The Editions all agree in this reading; but what Mistress was Biondello to come back to? He muft certainly mean; "Nay, faith, Sir, "I muft fee you in the Church; and then for fear I fhould be "wanted, I'll run back to wait on Tranio, who at prefent perfonates you, and whom therefore I at prefent 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 yourfelf, he fhall 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 Pifa, and is here at the door to fpeak 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 fays, 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 cozen fomebody in this city under my countenance.

Enter Biondello.

Bion. I have feen them in the church together. God fend 'em good fhipping! but who is here; mine old Mafter Vincentio? now we are undone, and brought to nothing.

[Seeing Biondello.

Vin. Come hither, crackhemp.
Bion. I hope, I may choose, Sir.
Vin. Come hither, you rogue; what, have you
got me ?

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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, didft thou never fee thy mafter's father Vincentio ?

Bion. What, my old worfhipful old mafter? 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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