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And therefore, frolick; we will hence forthwith.
S C E N E I W.
Enter TRAN10, and the Pedant dressed 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 vell; And hold your own, in any case, with such ". . ." Austerity as 'longeth to a father. , so - - - - * . . . . . . . . . . . Enter Brondello. . . . . . . . . . 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: Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio. Bion. Tut! fear not me. r Tra. But hast thou done thy errand to Baptista? Bion. I told him, that your father was at 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 Baptista; – set your countenance, Sir.-
Enter B.APTISTA and Luces T10.
Signior Baptista, you are happily met : —
Ped. Soft, son : — -
Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say; — Your plainness, and your shortness, please me well. Right true it is, your son Lucentio here Doth love my daughter, and she loveth him, Or both dissemble 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 dower, The match is fully made, and all is done: Your son shall have my daughter with consent. Tra. I thank you, Sir. Where then do you know - best, , We be 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 heark'ning still; And, happily, we might be interrupted. Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, Sir: There doth my father lie; and there, this might, We'll pass the business privately and well: Send for your daughter by your servant here, My boy shall fetch the scrivener presently. The worst is this, – that, at so slender warning, You're like to have a thin and slender 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 she's like to be Lucentio's wife. Luc. I pray the gods she may, with all my heart! Tra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone. Signior Baptista, shall I lead the way 2 welcome! one mess is like to be your cheer: Come, Sir; we'll better it in Pisa. Bap. I follow you. (IEaceunt TRANIo, Pedant, and BAPTISTA. Bion. Cambio. — I.u.c. 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 has left me here behind, to expound the meaning or moral of his signs 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 2 Bion. His daughter is to be brought by you to the supper. Luc. And then 2 – Bion. . The old priest at saint Luke's church is at your command at all hours. Luc. And what of all this 2 Bion. I cannot tell; except they are busied about a counterfeit assurance: Take you assurance of her, cum privilegio ad imprimendum folum: to the 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. [Going. Ltic. Hear'st thou, Biondello 2 * * * Biom. 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 so adieu. Sir. My master hath appointed me to go to saint 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 so contented: She will be pleas'd, them wherefore should I doubt? Hap what hap may, I'll roundly go about her; It shall go hard, if Cambio go without her. [Exit.
Pet. Come on, o'God's name; oncemore toward our - father's. Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the moon! Kath. The moon! the sun; it is not moonlight now. Pet. I say, it is the moon that shines so bright. Hath. 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 cre I journey to your father's house : — Go on, and fetch our horses back again. — Evermore crost, and crost; nothing but crost! Hor. Say as he says, or we shall 19ever go. Kath. Forward, I pray, since we have 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 shall be so for me. Pet. I say, it is the moon. Hath. I know it is. Pet. Nay, then you lie; it is the blessed sun. Kath. Then, God be bless'd, 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 mam’d, even that it is; And so it shall be so, for, Katharine. Hor. Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is won. Pet. Well, forward, forward: thus: the bowl should run, And not unluckily against the bias. - ... . But soft 2 what company is coming here 2