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  • 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.
    But, sir, here comes your boy;
    'Twere good he were school'd.

  • Fear you not him. Sirrah Biondello,
    Now do your duty throughly, 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.
    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
    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.
    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
    As 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:
    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.
    Signior Baptista, shall I lead the way?
    Welcome! one mess is like to be your cheer:
    Come, sir; we will better it in Pisa.

  • Exeunt TRANIO, Pedant, and BAPTISTA

  • Re-enter BIONDELLO

  • What sayest thou, Biondello?

  • You saw my master wink and laugh upon you?

  • Biondello, what of that?

  • Faith, nothing; but 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.

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

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

  • 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.

  • 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.