Padua. Before BAPTISTA'S House. |
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Enter TRANIO, and the Pedant dressed like VINCENTIO. |
| 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. |
| Ped. I warrant you. But, sir, here comes your boy; |
| 'Twere good he were school'd. |
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Enter BIONDELLO. |
| 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. |
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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. |
| 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, 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. |
| 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 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 will better it in Pisa. |
| Bap. I follow you. [Exeunt TRANIO, Pedant, and BAPTISTA. |
| Bion. Cambio! |
| Luc. What sayst 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, 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. [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 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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