!

Take up my mistress's gown unto his master's use?
O, fie, fie, fie!

Pet. Hortenfio, fay, thou wilt see the tailor pay’d.
Go, take it hence; be gone, and say no more.

Hor. Tailor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-morrow;
Take no unkindness of his hafty words:
Away, I fay, commend me to thy mafter.

[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;
For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich:
And as the fun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
What, is the jay more precious than the lark,
Because his feathers are more beautiful?
Or is the adder better than the eel,
Because his painted skin contents the eye?
O, no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse
For this poor furniture, and mean array.
If thou account'ft it fhame, lay it on me;
And therefore frolick; we will hence forthwith,
To feast and sport us at thy father's house.
Go, call my men, and let us ftraight to him,
And bring our horfes unto Long-lane end,
There will we mount, and thither walk on foot.
Let's fee; I think, 'tis now fome seven o'clock,
And well we may come there by dinner-time.

Cath. I dare affure you, fir, 'tis almost two;
And 'twill be fupper-time ere you come there.
Pet. It fhall be feven, ere I go to horse:
Look, what I fpeak, or do, or think to do,
You are ftill croffing it. Sirs, let't alone:
I will not go to-day; and ere I do,

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?
Bion. I told him that your father was in Venice,

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:
Sir, this is the gentleman I told you of;
I pray you, ftand, good father, to me now,
Give me Bianca for my patrimony.

Ped. Soft, fon!

Sir, by your leave; having come to Padua
To gather in fome debts, my fon Lucentio
Made me acquainted with a weighty cause
Of love between your daughter and himself:
And, for the good report I hear of you,
And for the love he beareth to your daughter,
And the to him; to ftay him not too long,
I am content in a good father's care

To have him match'd; and, if you please to like
No worse than I, fir, upon fome agreement,
Me fhall you find most ready and moft willing
With one confent to have her fo beftowed:
For curious I cannot be with you,
Signior Baptifta, of whom I hear fo well.

Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say.
Your plainness and your shortness please me well:
Right true it is, your fon Lucentio here
Doth love my daughter, and she loveth him,
Or both diffemble deeply their affections :
And, therefore, if you fay no more than this,
That like a father you will deal with him,
And pass my daughter a fufficient dowry,
The match is fully made, and all is done,
Your fon fhall have my daughter with consent.

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,
Pitchers have ears, and I have many fervants :
Befides, old Gremio is heark'ning still;
And, haply, then we might be interrupted.
Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, fir:
There doth my father lie; and there this night
We'll pass the business privately and well:
Send for your daughter by your fervant here,
My boy fhall fetch the fcrivener presently.

The

The worst is this, that, at fo flender warning
You're like to have a thin and flender pittance.

Bap. It likes me well. Go, Cambio, hie you home,
And bid Bianca make her ready straight:

And, if you will, tell what hath happen'd here;
Lucentio's father is arriv'd in Padua,

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.
Signior Baptifta, fhall I lead the way?

Welcome! one mefs is like to be your cheer.
But come, fir, we will better it in Pifa.

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,
But bid Bianca farewel for ever and a day.

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 ?
Hap what hap may, I'll roundly go about her:

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.
Good lord, how bright and goodly shines the moon!

Cath. The moon! the fun; it is not moonlight now.
Pet. I fay, it is the moon that shines so bright.

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!
Hor. Say as he fays, or we shall never go.

Cath. Forward, I pray, fince we have come so far,
And be it moon, or fun, 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.