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And pass my daughter a sufficient dower,5
Bap. Not in my house, Lucentio; for, you know, Pitchers have ears, and I have many seryants: 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 night, 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 arriy'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? Welcome! one mess is like to be your cheer; Come, sir; we'll better it in Pisa." Bap.
I follow you. [Exeunt TRANIO, Pedant, and BAPTISTA,
5 And pass my daughter a sufficient dower,] To pass is, in this place, synonymous to assure or convey; as it sometimes occurs in the covenant of a purchase deed, that the granter has power to bargain, sell, &c.“ and thereby to pass and convey" the premises to the grantee.
o We be affied;] i. e. betrothed.
? And, happily,] Happily, in Shakspeare's time, signified uccidentully, as well as fortunately.
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?
Bion. His daughter is to be brought by you to the supper.
Luc. And then?
Bion. The old priest at Saint Luke's church is at your command at all hours.
Luc. And what of all this?
Bion. I cannot tell; except they are busied
[Going. 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 so
8 or moral --] i. e. the secret purpose.
9- cum privilegio ad imprimendum solùm:] It is scarce necessary to observe, that these are the words which commonly were put on books where an exclusive right had been granted to parti. £ular persons for printing them. REED. to to the church;] i. e. go to the church, &c.
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, then wherefore should I doubt? Hap what hap may, I'll roundly go about her; It shall go hard, if Cambio go without her. [Exit.
Enter PetruchIO, KATHARINA, and Hortensie. Pet. Come on, o God's name; once more to
ward our father's. Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the
Hor. Say as he says, or we shall never go.
Pet. I say, it is the moon.
I know it is.
Kath. Then, God be bless'd, it is the blessed
Hor.. Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is won.
Enter Vincentio, in a travelling dress. Good morrow, gentle mistress: Where away?
[TO VINCENTIO. Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too, Hast thou beheld a fresher gentlewoman? Such war of white and red within her cheeks! What stars do spangle heaven with such beauty, As those two eyes become that heavenly face? Fair lovely maid, once more good day to thee:Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's sake.
Hor. 'A will make the man mad, to make a woman of him. Kath. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and
sweet, Whither away; or where is thy abode? Happy the parents of so fair a child; Happier the man, whom favourable stars Allot thee for his lovely bed-fellow! Pet. Why, how now, Kate! I hope thou art not
mad: This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither'd; And not a maiden, as thou say'st he is.
Kath. Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes, That have been so bedazzled with the sun,
That every thing I look on seemeth green:
Vin. Fair sir,-and you my merry mistress, That with your strange encounter much amaz'd
me; My name is call’d-Vincentio; my dwelling
Pet. What is his name?
Lucentio, gentle sir,
Vin. But is this true! or is it else your pleasure, Like pleasant travellers, to break a jest Upon the company you overtake?
Hor. I do assure thee, father, so it is.
? That every thing I look on seemeth green:] Shakspeare's observations on the phænomena of nature are very accurate. When one has sat long in the sunshine, the surrounding objects will often appear tinged with green. The reason is assigned by many of the writers on opticks. BLACKSTONE,