a rabbet; and fo may you, Sir, and fo 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 [Exit. your Appendix. Luc. I may and will, if she 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. Pet. SCENE A green Lane. XII. Enter Petruchio, Catharina, and Hortenfio. [Exit. Ome on, o'God's name, once more tow'rds our Father's. 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 shines 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 so far, And be it Moon, or Sun, 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. Cath. I know, it is the Moon. Pet. Nay, then you lye; it is the bleffed Sun. What What you will have it named, even that it is, Hor. Petruchio, go thy way, the field is won. run; And not unluckily against the bias: But foft, fome company is coming here. Good morrow, gentle mistress, where away? [To Vincentio. Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too, Haft thou beheld a fresher Gentlewoman? 2 Such war of white and red within her cheeks! 2 In the first sketch of this play, printed in 1607, we find two fpeeches in this place worth preferving, and feeming to be of the hand of Shakespear, tho' the reft of that play is far inferior. Fair lovely maiden, young and affable, Sweet Catharine, this lovely woman- G 2 POPE. Her. Hor. He will make the man mad, to make a wo man of him. Cath. Young budding Virgin, fair, and fresh, and Whither away, or where is thy aboad? Pet. Why, how now, Kate, I hope thou art not This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, withered, Cath. Pardon, old Father, my mistaken eyes; Pet. Do, good old Grandfire, and withal make known Which way thou travelleft: if along with us, Vin. Fair Sir, and you my merry Mistress, A fon of mine, which long I have not feen. Vin. Lucentio, gentle Sir. Pet. Happily met, the happier for thy fon; And And wander we to fee thy honeft Son, Vin. But is this true, or is it elfe your pleasure, Hor. I do affure thee, Father, fo it is. Pet. Come, go along, and fee 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 fhe be froward, Then haft thou taught Hortenfio to be untoward. [Exit. ACT V. SCENE I. Before Lucentio's Houfe. Enter Biondello, Lucentio and Bianca, Gremio walking on one fide. SOF BIONDELLO. OFTLY and fwiftly, Sir, for the Priest is ready. Luc. I fly, Biondello; but they may chance to need thee at home, therefore leave us. Bion. Nay, faith, I'll fee the church o' your back, 3 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 best knock louder. [Pedant looks out of the window. Ped. What's he, that knocks as he would beat down gate ? the 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 Son was belov'd in Padua. Do you hear, Sir? to leave frivolous circumftances, I pray you, tell Signior Lucentio that his Father is come from Pifa, 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 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. SCENE |