| Padua. Before BAPTISTA'S House. | 
|  | 
| 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. | 
|  | 
| 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. | 
|  | 
| 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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