Pet. Well, come, my Kate; we will unto your father's,

Even in these honest, mean habiliments;
Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor:
For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;
And as the sun 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'st it shame, lay it on me:
And therefore, frolic; we will hence forthwith,
To feast and sport us at thy father's house.
Go, call my men, and let us straight to him;
And bring our horses unto Long-lane end,
There will we mount, and thither walk on foot.
Let's see; I think 'tis now some seven o'clock,
And well we may come there by dinner-time.

Kath. I dare assure you, sir, 'tis almost two,
And 'twill be supper-time ere you come there.
Pet. It shall be seven ere I go to horse:
Look, what I speak or do, or think to do,
You are still crossing it.—Sirs, let't alone:
I will not go to-day; and ere I do,

It shall be what o'clock I say it is.
Hor. Why, so this gallant will command the

sun.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.-Padua. Before BAPTISTA'S House. Enter TRANIO, and the Pedant dressed like VIN

CENTIO.

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 well: and hold your own, in any

case,

With such austerity as 'longeth to a father.

Enter BIONDELLO.

Ped. I warrant you: but sir, here comes your boy;

'T were good he were schooled.

Tra. Fear you not him.—Sirrah Biondello, Now do your duty throughly, I advise you; Imagine 't were the right Vincentio.

Bion. Tut! fear not me.

Tra. But hast thou done thy errand to Baptista? Bion. I told him that your father was at Venice, And that you looked 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 BAPTISTA aud LUCENTIO.
Signior Baptista, you are happily met:
Sir,
[To the Pedant.
This is the gentleman I told you of;

I pray you, stand good father to me now;
Give me Bianca for my patrimony.

Ped. Soft, son!

Sir, by your leave, having come to Padua
To gather in some debts, my son 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 she to him-to stay him not too long,
I am content, in a good father's care,
To have him matched: and, if you pleased to like
No worse than I, sir,-upon some agreement,
Me shall you find ready and willing

With one consent to have her so bestowed:
For curious I cannot be with you,
Signior Baptista, of whom I hear so well.

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 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 hearkening still,
And happily we might be interrupted.

Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you: 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 happenéd:
Lucentio's father is arrived in Padua,
And how she's like to be Lucentio's wife.
Luc. I pray the gods she with all my heart!
may,
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.

But bid Bianca farewell for ever and a day. [Going. Luc. Hearest 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 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 pleased; 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.

SCENE V.-A public Road.

Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, and HORTENSIO. Pet. Come on, o' God's name; once more 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.
Kath. 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 ere I journey to your father's house.-
Go on, and fetch our horses back again.-
Evermore crossed and crossed, nothing but
crossed!

Hor. Say as he says, or we shall never 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.

Kath. I know it is the moon.
Pet. Nay, then you lie; it is the blessed sun.
Kath. Then God be blessed, it is the blesséd 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 named, 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; what company is coming here?

Enter VINCENTIO, in a travelling dress. Good-morrow, gentle mistress: where away y? [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 bedfellow!

Pet. Why, how now, Kate! I hope thou art not mad:

This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, withered; 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 everything I look on seemeth green:
Now I perceive thou art a reverend father:
Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad mistaking.
Pet. Do, good old grandsire; and withal, make
known

Which way thou travellest: if along with us,
We shall be joyful of thy company.

Vin. Fair sir, and you my merry mistress, That with your strange encounter much amazed

I

And now by law, as well as reverend age,
may entitle thee my loving father;
The sister to my wife, this gentlewoman,
Thy son by this hath married: wonder not,
Nor be not grieved; she is of good esteem,
Her dowry wealthy, and of worthy birth;
Besides, so qualified as may beseem
The spouse of any noble gentleman.
Let me embrace with old Vincentio :
And wander we to see thy honest son,
Who will of thy arrival be full joyous.

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. Pet. Come, go along, and see the truth hereof; For our first merriment hath made thee jealous. [Exeunt PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, and VINCENTIO.

Hor. Well, Petruchio, this hath put me in heart. Have to my widow; and if she be forward, Then hast thou taught Hortensio to be untoward.

[Exit.

SCENE I.-Padua. Before LUCENTIO's House.

Enter, on one side, BIONDELLO, LUCENTIO, and BIANCA: GREMIO walking on the other side. Bion. Softly and swiftly, sir; for the priest is ready.

Luc. I fly, Biondello: but they may chance to need thee at home, therefore leave us.

Bion. Nay, faith, I'll see the church o' your back; and then come back to my master as soon as I can.

[Exeunt LUCENTIO, BIANCA, and BIONDELLO. Gre. I marvel Cambio comes not all this while.

Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, VINCENTIO, and Attendants.

Pet. Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's house,

My father's bears more toward the market-place; Thither must I, and here I leave you, sir.

Vin. You shall not choose but drink before

you go;

I think I shall command your welcome here,
And, by all likelihood, some cheer is toward.

[Knocks. Gre. They're busy within; you were best knock louder.

Enter Pedant above, at a window.

Ped. What's he that knocks as he would beat down the gate?

Vin. Is Signior Lucentio within, sir? Ped. He's within, sir, but not to be spoken withal.

Vin. What if a man bring him a hundred pound or two, to make merry withal?

Ped. Keep your hundred pounds to yourself; he shall need none so long as I live.

Pet. Nay, I told you your son was beloved in Padua. Do you hear, sir? to leave frivolous circumstances, I pray you, tell Signior Lucentio that his father is come from Pisa, and is here at the door to speak with him.

Ped. Thou liest; his father is come from Pisa, and here looking out at the window. Vin. Art thou his father?

Ped. Ay, sir; so his mother if I says, may lieve her.

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