Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants : Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you : 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? Bap. I follow you. [Exit Luc. cheer: [Exeunt Tranio, Pedant, and Baptista. Re-enter BIONDELLO. 60 70 Luc. What sayest thou, Biondello? Bion. You saw my master wink and laugh upon you? Luc. Biondello, what of that? Bion. Faith, nothing; but 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 of 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. 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? 80 yo 100 Hap what hap may, I'll roundly go about her: SCENE V. A public road. Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, HORTENSIO, Pet. Come on, i' 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. It shall be moon, or star, or what I list, And be it moon, or sun, or what you please: 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 bless'd, it is the blessed sun: But sun it is not, when you say it is not; 108. roundly, without ceremony or circumstance. VOL. II 97 H ΤΟ And the moon changes even as your mind. 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! company is coming here. Enter VINCENTIO. [To Vincentio] Good morrow, gentle mistress: where Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too, Kath. Young budding virgin, fair and fresh and 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 bed-fellow ! Pet. Why, how now, Kate! I hope thou art not mad: This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither'd, 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 20 30 40 25. bias; here in its strict or otherwise) to swerve in a sense, the tendency imposed particular direction. on a bowl (by lead-weighting That everything I look on seemeth green : Pet. Do, good old grandsire; and withal make Which way thou travellest: if along with us, Vin. Fair sir, and you my merry mistress, That with your strange encounter much amazed My name is call'd Vincentio; my dwelling Pisa; Vin. Lucentio, gentle sir. Pet. Happily met; the happier for thy son. Wonder not, Nor be not grieved: she is of good esteem, Vin. But is this true? or is it else your pleasure, 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 all but Hortensio. Hor. Well, Petruchio, this has put me in heart. 54. encounter, greeting. 50 60 |