Because his painted fkin contents the eye?
Oh, no, good Kate; neither art thou the wore
For this poor furniture, and mean array.
If thou account'ft it fhame, lay it on me:
And therefore, frolick; we will hence forthwith,
To feast and sport us at thy father's house.-
Go, call my men, and let us straight to him;
And bring our horfes unto Long-lane end,
There will we mount, and thither walk on foot.-
Let's fee; I think, 'tis now fome feven o'clock,

And well we may come there by dinner time.

Kath. I dare affure you, fir, 'tis almost two;
And 'twill be fupper-time, ere you come there.
Pet. It fhall be feven, ere I go to horse:
Look, what I fpeak, or do, or think to do,
You are still croffing it.-Sirs, let't alone:
I will not go to-day: and ere I do,

It shall be what o'clock I fay it is.

Hor. Why, fo! this gallant will command the fun. [Exit Petruchio, Katharine, and Hortenfio.

Before Baptifta's Houfe.

Enter Tranio, and the Pedant dressed like Vincentio.

Tra. Sir, this is the houfe; Please it you, that I call? Ped. Ay, what elfe? and, but I be deceiv'd, Signior Baptifta may remember me,

Near twenty years ago, in Genoa

Tra. Where you were lodgers at the Pegasus.'Tis well; and hold your own, in any case, With fuch aufterity as 'longeth to a father,

Enter Biondello.

Ped. I warrant you: But, fir, here comes your boy; 'Twere good, he were school'd.

Tra. Fear you not him. Sirrah, Biondello, Now do your duty thoroughly, I advise you; Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio.

Bion. Tut! fear not me.

Tra. But haft thou done thy errand to Baptifta? Bion. I told him, that your father was in 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 Baptifta :-fet your countenance, fir.

Enter Baptifta, and Lucentio.

Signior Baptifta, you are happily met :
Sir, this is the gentleman I told you of;
I pray you, stand good father to me now,
Give me Bianca for my patrimony.

Ped. Soft, fon!

Sir, by your leave; having come to Padua
To gather in fome debts, my fon Lucentio
Made me acquainted with a weighty cause
Of love between your daughter and himself :
And, for the good report I hear of you;
And for the love he beareth to your daughter,
And the to him,-to stay him not too long,
I am content, in a good father's care,

To have him match'd; and,-if you please to like
No worse than I, fir,-upon fome agreement,

Me fhall you find ready and willing

With one confent to have her fo beltow'd:

For 'curious I cannot be with you,

tall]-brave, clever.

t

curious-fcrupulous.

Signior

Signior Baptifta, of whom I hear fo well.

Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say ;-
Your plainnefs, and your shortnefs, please me well.
Right true it is, your fon Lucentio here
Doth love my daughter, and fhe loveth him,
Or both diffemble deeply their affections :
And, therefore, if you fay no more than this,—
That like a father you will deal with him,
And pafs my daughter a fufficient dower,
The match is made, and all is done :

Your fon fhall have my daughter with confent.

Tra. I thank you, fir. Where then do "you trow best,

We be "affy'd; and fuch affurance ta'en,

As fhall with either part's agreement stand?

Bap. Not in my houfe, Lucentio; for, you know, Pitchers have ears, and I have many fervants :

Befides, old Gremio is heark'ning still;

And, happily, we might be interrupted.

Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, fir;
There doth my father lie; and there, this night,
We'll pass the business privately and well:
Send for your daughter by your fervant here,
My boy fhall fetch the fcriviner presently.
The worst is this,-that, at fo flender warning,
You're like to have a thin and flender pittance.
Bap. It likes me well :-Cambio, hie you home,
And bid Bianca make her ready straight:
And, if you will, tell what hath happened ;-
Lucentio's father is arriv'd in Padua,

And how fhe's like to be Lucentio's wife.

Luc. I pray the gods she may, with all my heart! [Exit. Tra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone.

do you know-you do know.

"affy'd;-betrothed, contracted.

happily,]-perchance. Signior

Signior Baptifta, fhall I lead the way ?

Come, fir, one mefs is like to be your cheer:

We'll better it in Pisa.

Bap. I follow you.

Bion. Cambio.

Luc. What fay'ft thou, Biondello?

[Exeunt.

[Lucentio returns.

Bion. You faw my mafter laugh and wink 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 figns and tokens. Luc. I pray thee, moralize them.

Bion. Then thus. Baptifta is fafe, talking with the deceiving father of a deceitful fon.

Luc. And what of him?

Bion. His daughter is to be brought by you to the fupper.

Luc. And then?

Bion. The old priest at faint Luke's church is at your command at all hours.

Luc. And what of all this?

Bion. I cannot tell; 'except they are bufied about a counterfeit affurance; take you affurance of her, cum privilegio ad imprimendum folum : to the church; take the priest, clerk, and fome fufficient honeft witnesses : If this be not that you look for, I have no more to say, But, bid Bianca farewel for ever and a day.

Luc. Hear'ft thou, Biondello ?

Bion. I cannot tarry: I knew a wench married in an afternoon as she went to the garden for parfly to stuff a rabbet; and fo may you, fir; and fo adieu, fir. My

Y except they are bufied about &c.]-I only know, that while they are bufied in framing a counterfeit affurance, you cannot employ yourself better than in making fure of her perfons, for which purpose go you directly to the Church, and take with you thither the priest. &c.

mafter

mafter hath appointed me to go to faint Luke's to bid the
priest be ready to come against you come with your ap-
pendix.
[Exit.

Luc. I may, and will, if fhe be fo contented:
She will be pleas'd, then wherefore fhould I doubt ?
Hap what hap may, I'll roundly go about her;
It fhall go hard, if Cambio go without her.

SCENE V.

A Green Lane.

Enter Petruchio, Katharine, and Hortenfio.

[Exit.

Pet. Come on, o'God's name; once more toward our father's.

Good Lord, how bright and goodly fhines the moon!
Kath. The moon! the fun; it is not moon-light now.
Pet. I fay, it is the moon that fhines fo bright.
Kath. I know, it is the fun that shines fo bright.
Pet. Now, by my mother's fon, and that's myself,
It fhall be moon, or ftar, or what I lift,
Or ere I journey to your father's house:-
Go one, and fetch our horfes back again.-
Evermore croft, and croft; nothing but croft!
Hor. Say as he says, or we fhall never go.
Kath. Forward I pray, fince we are come so far,
And be it moon, or fuf, or what you please:
And if you please to call it a rush candle,
Henceforth I vow it fhall be fo for me.

Pet. I fay, it is the moon.

Kath. I know, it is the moon.

Pet. Nay, then you lye; it is the bleffed fun.

Kath. Then, God be bleft, it is the blefled fun :

But fun it is not, when you fay it is not;

And