! Take up my mistress's gown unto his master's use? Pet. Hortenfio, fay, thou wilt see the tailor pay’d. Hor. Tailor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-morrow; [afide. [Exit Tailor. Pet. Well, come, my Kate, we will unto your father's, Even in these honest mean habiliments: Our purfes fhall be proud, our garments poor; Cath. I dare affure you, fir, 'tis almost two; It shall be what o'clock I fay it is. Hor. Why, fo! this gallant will command the fun. [Exeunt Pet. Cath. and Hor. SCENE SCENE IV. Padua. Tra. SIR •SIR2 Enter Tranio, and the Pedant dress'd like Vincentio. Tra.IR, this is the house; please it you that I call? Ped. Ay, ay, what else? and, but I be deceived, Signior Baptifta may remember me Near twenty years ago in Genoa, Where we were lodgers, at the pegafus. Tra. 'Tis well; and hold your own, in any cafe, With fuch aufterity as 'longeth to a father. Enter Biondello. Ped. I warrant you: but, fir, here comes your boy; 'Twere good that he were school'd. Tra. Fear you not him. Sirrah Biondello, do your duty throughly; Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio. Bion. Tut! fear not me. Tra. But haft thou done thy errand to Baptifta? And that you look'd for him in Padua. Tra. Th'art a tall fellow; hold thee that to drink. Here comes Baptifta; set your countenance, fir. SCENE V. Enter Baptifta, and Lucentio. Tra. Signior Baptifta, you are happily met: Ped. Soft, fon! Sir, by your leave; having come to Padua To have him match'd; and, if you please to like Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say. Tra. I thank you, fir: where then do you trow is best We be affied, and fuch affurance ta’en, As fhall with either part's agreement stand? Bap. Not in my houfe, Lucentio; for, you know, The The worst is this, that, at fo flender warning Bap. It likes me well. Go, Cambio, hie you home, And, if you will, tell what hath happen'd here; And how fhe's like to be Lucentio's wife. Luc. I pray the gods fhe may, with all my heart. [Exit. Tra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone. Welcome! one mefs is like to be your cheer. Bap. I follow you. Luc. What fay'ft thou, Biondello? Bion. You faw my mafter wink and laugh upon you. Luc. Biondello, what of that? [Exeunt: Bion. 'Faith, nothing; but h'as 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 safe, 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 at all hours. Luc. And what of all this? command Bion. I cannot tell; except they are bufied about a counterfeit affurance; take you affurance of her, cum privilegio ad imprimendum folùm: to th' church take the priest, clerk, and fome fufficient honeft witneffes: If If this be not that you look for, I have no more to say, Luc. Hear'ft thou, Biondello? Bion. I cannot tarry: I knew a wench married in an afternoon as she went to the garden for parfley to stuff a rabbet; and so may you, fir; and so adieu, fir: my mafter hath appointed me to go to faint Luke's, to bid the priest be ready to come against you come with your appendix. Luc. I may, and will, if fhe be fo contented: She will be pleas'd, then wherefore should I doubt ? It shall go hard, if Cambio go without her. [Exit. [Exit. Pet. SCENE VII. The road to Padua. Enter Petruchio, Catharina, and Hortenfio. COM OME on, o'god's name, once more tow'rds our father's. Cath. The moon! the fun; it is not moonlight now. Cath. 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 on, and fetch our horfes back again. Evermore cross'd and cross'd, nothing but cross'd! Cath. Forward, I pray, fince we have come so far, And if you please to call it a rush candle, Pet. I fay, it is the moon. Cath. I know, it is the moon. Pet. |