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And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
What, is the jay more precious than the lark,
Because his feathers are more beautiful ?
Or is the adder better than the eel,
Because his painted skin contents the eye ?
Oh, no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse
For this poor furniture, and mean array.
If thou account'st it shame, lay it on me;
And therefore frolic; 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 horses unto Long-lane end;
There will we mount, and thither walk on foot.
Let's see, I think 'tis now some feven o'clock,
And well we may come there by dinner tiine.

Cath. I dare assure you, Sir, 'tis almost two;
And 'twill be supper-time ere you come there.

Pet. It shall be seven, ere I go to horse. Look, what I speak, or do, or think to do, You are still crossing it. Sirs, let't alone, I will not go to-day, and ere I do, It shall be what o'clock I say it is. Hor. Why, fo: this gallant will command the sun.

[Exeunt Pet. Cath. and Hor.

[The Presenters, above, speak here. Lord. Who's within there?

[Sly sleeps. Enter Servants. Asleep again! go take him easily up, and put him in his own apparel again. But see you wake himu not in any case.

Serv. It mall be done, my Lord; come, help to bear him hence.

[They bear off Sly.

S CE N E IX.
Before Baptista's Houfe.

Enter Tranio, and the Pedant dress'd like Vincentio. Tra, Sir, this is the house; please it you that I

call ?

Ped. Ay, what else? and (but I be deceived,)
Signior Baptista may remember me
Near twenty years ago in Genoa,
Where we were lodgers, at the Pegasus.

Tra. 'Tis well, and hold your own in any case V.ith such austerity as 'longeth to a father.

Enter Biondello. Ped. I warrant you : but, Sir, here comes your

boy; 'Twere good he were school'd.

Tra. Fear you not him. Sirrah, Biondello,
Now do your duty throughly, I advise you:
Inagine 'twere the right Vincentio.

Bion. Tut, fear not me.
Tra. But haft thou done thy errand to Baptista?

Bion. I told him that your father was in Venice; And that you look'd for him this day in Padua.

Tra. Th’art a tall fellow; hold thee that to drink. Here comes Baptista; set your countenance, Sir.

SC E N E X.

Enter Baptista and Lucentio. Tra. Signior Baptista, you are happily met. Sir, this is the gentleman I told you of; I pray you stand, good father, to me now, Give ne Bianca for my patrimony. Ped. Soft, fon. Sir, by your leave, having come

to Padua To gailier in fome debts, my son 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 flie 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, Sir, upon some agreement, Me shall you find most ready and most willing, With one consent, to have her so bestowed: For curious I cannot be with you,

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Signior Baptista, of whom I hear so well.

Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say:
Your plainness and your shortness please me well.
Right true it is, your fon Lucentio here
Doth love my daughter, and the loveth him,
Or both diffemble deeply their affections;
And therefore if you say no more than this,
That like a father you will deal with him,
And pass my daughter a sufficient dowry,
The match is made, and all is done ;
Your fon shall have iny daughter with consent.
Tra. I thank you, Sir. Where then, do you

know best,
Be we 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;
Besides, old Gremio is hearkning till ;
And, haply, then we might be interrupted.

Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, Sir:
There doth my father ly; and there this night
We'll pass the business privately and well.
Send for your daughter by your servant here;
My boy ihall fetch the scrivener presently,
The worst is this, that at to Nender warning
You're like to have a thin and flender pittance.

Bap. It likes me well. Go, Cambio, hie you home,
And bid Bianca make her ready straight;
And, if you will, tell what hath happen'd here:
Lucentio's father is arriv'd in Padua,
And how she'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 gone.
Signior Baptista, Mall I lead the way?
Welcome! one mess is like to be your chear.
Come, Sir, we will better it in Pisa.
Bap. I'll follow you.

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S CE N E XI.

Enter Lucentio and Biondello. 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's left me here behind, to expound the meaning or moral of his ligns and tokens.

Luc. I pray thee, moralize them.

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 St Luke's church is at your command at all hours.

Luc. And what of all this?

Biop. I cannot tell, except they are busied about a counterfeit assurance ; take your assurance of her, Cum privilegio ad imprimendum solum ; to th' church 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.

Luc. 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 to 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. [Exit.

Luc. I may and will, if Me be so 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.

[Exis.

S CE N E XII.

A green Lane.

now.

Enter Petruchio, Catharina, and Hortensio.
Pet. Come on, o' God's name, once more, tow'rds

our father's. Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the moon !

Eath. The moon ? the fim : it is not moon-light Pet. I say it is the moon that shines so bright. Cath. I know it is the sun that Mines so bright.

Pet. Now by iny mother's son, and that's myself, It thall be moon, or star, or what I lift, Or ere I journev to your faiher's house : Go on, and fetch our horses back again. Evermore croft and crost, nothing but crost!

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 fun, or what you please:
And if you please to call 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 lie; it is the blessed fun.

Cath. Then God be blest, it is the blessed sun.
But sun it is not, when you say it is not;
And the moon changes even as your mind.
What

you will have it named, even that it is, And so it shall be so for Catharine.

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

Pet. Well, forward, forward; thus the bow. And not unluckily against the bias. But soft, some company is coming here.

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