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Padua. Before BAPTISTA'S house.
Enter TRANIO, and the Pedant dressed like VINCENTIO.

Sir, this is the house: please it you that I call?

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.

'Tis well; and hold your own, in any case,

With such austerity as 'longeth to a father.


I warrant you. Enter BIONDELLO.

But, sir, here comes your boy;

'Twere good he were school'd.

Fear you not him. Sirrah Biondello,

Now do your duty thoroughly, I advise you:

Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio.

Tut, fear not me.

But hast thou done thy errand to Baptista?

I told him that your father was at Venice,

And that you look'd for him this day in Padua.

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. To the Pedant

Sir, this is the gentleman I told you of:

I pray you, stand good father to me now,

Give me Bianca for my patrimony.

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 (30)

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, upon some agreement

Me shall you find ready and willing

With one consent to have her so bestow'd;

For curious I cannot be with you,

Signior Baptista, of whom I hear so well.

Sir, pardon me in what I have to say:

Your plainness and your shortness please me well. (40)

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.

I thank you, sir. Where then do you know best

We be affied and such assurance ta'en

And shall with either part's agreement stand?

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.

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; (59)

My boy shall fetch the scrivener presently.

The worst is this, that, at so slender warning,

You are like to have a thin and slender pittance.

It likes me well. Biondello, hie you home,

And bid Bianca make her ready straight:

And, if you will, tell what hath happened,

Lucentio's father is arrived in Padua,

And how she's like to be Lucentio's wife.

I pray the gods she may with all my heart!

Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone. >Exit Bion.

Signior Baptista, shall I lead the way?

Welcome! one mess is like to be your cheer:

Come, sir; we will better it in Pisa.

I follow you. Exeunt Tranio, Pedant, and Baptista.


What sayest thou, Biondello?

You saw my master wink and laugh upon you?

Biondello, what of that?

Faith, nothing; but he has left me
here behind, to expound the meaning or moral
of his signs and tokens.

I pray thee, moralize them.

Then thus. Baptista is safe, talking
with the deceiving father of a deceitful son.

And what of him?

His daughter is to be brought by you
to the supper.

And then?

The old priest of Saint Luke's
church is at your command at all hours. (90)

And what of all this?

I cannot tell; expect 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.

Hearest thou, Biondello?

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.

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.

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