Tra But haft thou done thy errand to Baptifta. Bion. I told him that your father was at Venice, And that you look't for him this day in Padua.

Tra. Th'art a tall fellow, hold thee that to drinke, Heere comes Baptifta: set your countenance fir.

Enter Baptifta and Lucentio: Pedant booted and bare headed. Tra. Signior Baptifta you are happilie met:

Sir, this is the gentleman I told you of,

I pray you stand good father to me now,
Giue me Bianca for my patrimony,

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Ped. Soft fon fir by your leaue, hauing come to Padua To gather in fome debts, my fon Lucentio

Made me acquainted with a waightie cause
Of loue betweene your daughter and himselfe :
And for the good report I heare of you,
And for the loue he beareth to your daughter,
And shee to him: to stay him not too long,
I am content in a good fathers care.

To haue him matcht, and if you please to like
No worse then I vpon fome agreement

Me fhall you finde readie and willing
With one confent to haue her so bestowed :
For curious I cannot be with you

Signior Baptifta, of whom I heare so well.

Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I haue to fay,
Your plainneffe and your fhortneffe please me well
Right true it is your fon Lucentio here
Doth loue my daughter, and fhe loueth him.
Or both diffemble deepely their affections:
And therefore if you fay no more then this,
That like a father you will deale with him,
And paffe my daughter a fufficient dower,

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The match is made and all is done,

Your fonne fhall haue my daughter with confent.

Tra. I thanke you fir, where then doe you know beft We be affied and fuch affurance tane,

As fhall with either parts agreement stand.

Bap. Not in my houfe Lucentio for you know Pitchers haue eares, and I haue manie feruants, Befides old Gremio is harkning still,

And happilie we may be interrupted.

Tra. Then at my lodging, and it like you,
There doth my father lie: and there this night
Weele paffe the businesse priuately and well :
Send for your daughter by your feruant here,
My boy fhall fetch the fcriucner presentlie,
The worst is this that at fo flender warning,
You are like to haue a thin and flender pittance,

Bap. It likes me well:

Cambio hie you home and bid Bianca make her readie straight:

And if you will tell what hath hapned,

Lucentios father is arriued in Padua,

And how he's like to be Lucentios wife.

Biond. I pray the Gods she may with all my heart. Exit. Tra. Dallie not with the Gods, but get thee gone.

Enter Peter.

Signior Baptifta fhall I leade the way,

Welcome, one messe is like to be your cheere,

Come fir we will better it in Pifa.

Bap. I follow you.

Exeunt.

Enter

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Enter Lucentio and Biondello.

Bion. Cambio.

Luc. What faift thou Biondello.

Biond. You faw my master winke and laugh vpon you?
Luc. Biondello, what of that?

Biond. Faith nothing: but has left me here behinde to expound the meaning or morrall of his fignes and tokens.

Luc. I pray thee moralize them.

Biond. Then thus: Baptifta is fafe talking with the deceiuing father of a deceitfull fonne.

Luc. And what of him?

Biond. His daughter is to be brought by you to the supper. Luc. And then.

Bion. The old prieft at Saint Lukes church is at your com mand at all houres.

Luc. And what of all this.

Bion. I cannot tell, expect they are bufied about a counterfeit affurance: take you affurance of her cum preuilegio ad impremendum folem, to th' church take the priest, clarke, and fome fufficient honeft witnesses :

If this bee not that you looke for, I haue no more to say,
But bid Bianca farewell for euer and a day.

Luc. Hear'ft thou Biondello.

Biond. I cannot tarrie: I knew a wench married in an afternoone as she went to the garden for parfeely to stuffe a rabit, and fo may you fir: and fo adew fir, my mafter hath appointed me to goe to Saint Lukes to bid the priest be readie to come against you come with your appendix.

Luc. I may and will, if the be fo contented:

She will be pleas'd, then wherefore fhould I doubt :
Hap what hap may, Ile roundly go about her:
It shall go hard if Cambio go without her.

Exit

Enter

Enter Petruchio, Kate, Hortenfio.

Petr. Come on a Gods name, once more towards our fathers:

Good lord how bright and goodly shines the moone.

Kate. The moone, the funne: it is not moone-light now.
Pet. I fay it is the moone that shines fo bright.
Kate. I know it is the funne that fhine fo bright.

Pet. Now by my mothers fonne, and that's myselfe,
It shall be moone, or starre, or what I list,

Or ere I iourney to your fathers house :
Goe on, and fetch our horfes backe againe
Euer more croft and croft, nothing but croft.

Hort. Say as he faies, or we shall neuer goe.
Kate. Forward I pray, fince we haue come so farr,
And be it moone, or funne, or what you please:
And if you please to call it a rush candle:
Henceforth I vowe it fhall be fo for me.
Petr. I fay it is the moone.

Kate. I know it is the moone.

Petr. Nay then you lye: it is the bleffed funne.
Kate. Then God be bleft, it is the bleffed fun.
But funne it is not, when you fay it is not.
And the moone changes euen as your minde:
What you will haue it nam'd, euen that it is,

And so it shall be fo for Katherine.

Hort. Petruchio, goe thy wayes, the field is won.

Pet. Well, forward, forward thus the bowle fhould run,

And not vnluckily against the bias :

But foft company is comming here.

Enter Vincentio.

Good morrow gentle miftris, where away:
Tell me fweete Kate, and tell me truely too,

Haft

Haft thou beheld a fresher gentlewoman :
Such warre of white and red within her cheekes :
What starrs do fpangle heauen with fuch beautie,
As those two eyes become that heauenly face?
Faire louely maide, once more good day to thee:
Sweete Kate embrace her for her beauties fake.

Hort. A will make the man mad to make the woman of him.

Kate. Yong budding virgin, faire, and fresh, and fweete, Whether away, or whether is thy aboade?

Happy the parents of fo faire a childe;

Happier the man whom fauourable stars

Alots thee for his lovely bedfellow.

Petr. Why how now Kate, I hope thou art not mad, This is a man old, wrinckled, faded, withered,

And not a maiden, as thou saist he is.

Kate. Pardon old father my miftaking eyes, That haue bin fo bedazled with the funne, That euery thing I look on feemeth greene:

Now I perceiue thou art a reuerent father :

Pardon I pray thee for my mad mistaking.

Petr. Do good old grandfire, and with all make known Which way thou trauelleft if along with vs,

Wee shall be ioyfull of thy company.

Vin. Faire fir, and you my merry miftris,

That with your strange encounter much amafde me :
My name is call'd Vincentio, my dwelling Pisa,
And bound I am to Padua, there to uifite
A fonne of mine, which long I haue not feene.
Petr. What is his name?

Vinc. Lucentio gentle fir.

Petr. Happily met, the happier for thy fonne : And now by law, as well as reuerent age,

I may intitle thee my louing father,

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