Hor. Why, so! this gallant will command the sun.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.-Padua. Before BAPTISTA'S House.

Enter TRANIO, and the Pedant dressed like VINCEN

TIO.

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;

"Twere good, he were school'd.

Tra. Fear you not him. Sirrah, Biondello, Now do your duty throughly, I advise you; Imagine 'twere 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 look'd 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 and 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 match'd; and,—if you please to like
No worse than I, sir,-upon some agreement,
Me shall you find most ready and most 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 fully 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 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 arriv'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.

Bion. Cambio.

[Exeunt TRA. Pedant, and Bar,

Luc. 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 about a counterfeit assurance: Take you assurance of her, cum privilegio ad imprimendum solum: to the church;—take the priest, clerk, and some sufficient honest witnesses: If this be not that you look for, I have no more to say, But, bid Bianca farewell for ever, and a day.

Luc. Hear'st thou, Biondello?

[Going.

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 bath 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.

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 cross'd, and cross'd; nothing but cross'd!
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.

Pet. Nay, then you lie; it is the blessed sun.

Kath. Then, God be bless'd, it is the blessed 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 nam'd, 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.-