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a rabbet; and so may you, Sir, and so adieu, Sir; my master hath appointed me to go to St. Luke's, to bid the Priett 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.

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Enter Petruchio, Catharina, and Hortensio. Pet. 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 Sun: it is not Moon-light

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Pet. I say, it is the Moon that shines fo bright.
Cath. 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 l journey to your father's house:
Goon, and fetch our horses back again.
Evermore crost and crost, nothing but croft !

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

Cath. Forward I pray, since we are come so far,
And be it Moon, or Sun, or what you pleafe :
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.
Cath. I know, it is the Moon.
Pet. Nay, then you lye; it is the blessed Sun.

Cath. Then, God be blest, 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 named, even that it is,
And so it shall be so for Catharine.

Hor. Petruchio, go thy way, the field is won.
Pet. Well, forward, forward, thus the bowl should

And not unluckily against the bias :
But soft, some company is coming here.

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Good morrow, gentle mistress, where away?

[To Vincentio. 2 Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too, Haft 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 heav'nly face? Fair lovely Maid, once more good day to thee : Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's sake.

2 In the first sketch of this of the hand of Shakespear, tho' play, printed in 1607, we find the rest of that play is far infetwo speeches in this place worth rior.

Pope. preserving, and seeming to be

Fair lovely maiden, young and affable,
More clear of hue, and far more beautiful
Than precious sardonyx, or purple rocks
Of amethifts, or glistering hyacinth-

Sweet Catharine, this lovely woman-
Cath. Fair lovely lady, bright and chryftalline,
Beauteous and lately as the eye-train'd bird ;
As glorious as the morning walh'd with dew,
Within whose eyes she takes her dawaing bea.n.9,
And golden summer sleeps upon thy cheeks.
Wrap up thy radiations in some cloud,
Left that thy beauty make this stately town
Uninhabitable as the burning zone,
With sweet reflections of thy lovely face.



Hor. He will make the man mad, to make a wo

man of him. Cath. Young budding Virgin, fair, and fresh, and

sweet, Whither away, or where is thy aboad ? 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 fay'st he is.

Cath. Pardon, old Father, my mistaken eyes ; That have been so bedazled with the sun, That every thing 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 Grandfire, and withal make

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thou travelleft: 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 amaz'd me;
My name is call'd Vincentio, my dwelling Pija;
And bound I am to Padua, there to visit
A son of mine, which long I have not seen.

Pet. What is his name?
Vin. Lucentio, gentle Sir.

Pet. Happily met, the happier for thy son;
And now by law, as well as reverend age,
I may entitle thee my loving Father :
The Sister of my wife, this Gentlewoman,
Thy Son by this hath married. Wonder not,
Nor be not griev'd, she is of good esteem,
Her dowry wealthy, and of worthy birth;
Beside, so qualified, as may
The Spouse of any noble Gentleman.
Let me embrace with old Vincentio,


as may befeem

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 Pet. Cath. and Vin. Hor. Well, Petruchio, this hath put me in heart. Have to my widow; and if she be froward, Then hast thou taught Hortenso to be untoward. (Exit.



Before Lucentio's House.

Enter Biondello, Lucentio and Bianca, Gremio

walking on one side.



OFTLY 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, 3 and then come back to my Master as soon as I can.

[Exeunt. Gre. I marvel, Cambio comes not all this while.

3 And then come back to my

66. and then for fear I should be Mistress as soon as I can.] The “ wanted, Pll run back to wait Editions all agree in this reading; “ on Tranio, who at prefent perbut what Mistress was Biondello “ fonates you, and whom thereto come back to ? He must cer “ fore I at present acknowledge tainly mean ; “ Nay, faith, Sir, “ for my Mafler."

THEOB. “ I 'must see you in the Church ;


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Enter Petruchio, Catharina, Vincentio and Grumio,

with Attendants.

Pet. Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's house, My Father's bears more towards the Market-place ; Thither must I, and here I leave you, Sir.

Vin. You shall not chuse but drink before you go; I think, I shall command your welcome here; And by all likelihood fome cheer is toward. [Knocks.

Gre. They're busy within, you were best knock louder.

[Pedant looks out of the 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 as long as I live.

Pet. Nay, I told you, your Son was belov'd in Pa . dua. 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 to Padua, and here looking out of the window.

Vin. Art thou his father?
Ped. Ay, Sir, fo his mother says, if I may

believe her.

Pet. Why, how now, Gentleman! why, this is flat knavery to take upon you another man's name.

Ped. Lay hands on the villain. I believe, he means to cozen somebody in this city under my countenance.


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