A public Road. |
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Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, HORTENSIO, and Servants. |
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. |
Kath. 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 I journey to your father's house. |
Go one and fetch our horses back again. |
Evermore cross'd and cross'd; nothing but cross'd! |
Hor. Say as he says, or we shall never go. |
Kath. Forward, I pray, since we have come so far, |
And be it moon, or sun, or what you please. |
An 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. |
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, |
And the moon changes even as your mind. |
What you will have it nam'd, even that it is; |
And so, it shall be so for Katharine. |
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! what company is coming here? |
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Enter VINCENTIO, in a travelling dress. |
[To VINCENTIO.] Good morrow, gentle mistress: where away? |
Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too, |
Hast 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 heavenly face? |
Fair lovely maid, once more good day to thee. |
Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's sake. |
Hor. A' will make the man mad, to make a woman of him. |
Kath. Young budding virgin, fair and fresh and sweet, |
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 sayst he is. |
Kath. Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes, |
That have been so bedazzled with the sun |
That everything 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 grandsire; and withal make known |
Which way thou travellest: 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 called Vincentio; my dwelling, Pisa; |
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 to 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 beseem |
The spouse of any noble gentleman. |
Let me embrace with old Vincentio; |
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 all but HORTENSIO. |
Hor. Well, Petruchio, this has put me in heart. |
Have to my widow! and if she be froward, |
Then hast thou taught Hortensio to be untoward. [Exit. |
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