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BAPTISTA:
I follow you.
BIONDELLO:
Cambio!
LUCENTIO:
What sayest thou, Biondello?
BIONDELLO:
You saw my master wink and laugh upon you?
LUCENTIO:
Biondello, what of that?
BIONDELLO:
Faith, nothing; but has left me here behind, to
expound the meaning or moral of his signs and tokens.
LUCENTIO:
I pray thee, moralize them.
BIONDELLO:
Then thus. Baptista is safe, talking with the
deceiving father of a deceitful son.
LUCENTIO:
And what of him?
BIONDELLO:
His daughter is to be brought by you to the supper.
LUCENTIO:
And then?
BIONDELLO:
The old priest of Saint Luke's church is at your
command at all hours.
LUCENTIO:
And what of all this?
BIONDELLO:
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.
LUCENTIO:
Hearest thou, Biondello?
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.
LUCENTIO:
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.
PETRUCHIO:
Come on, i' God's name; once more toward our father's.
Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the moon!
KATHARINA:
The moon! the sun: it is not moonlight now.
PETRUCHIO:
I say it is the moon that shines so bright.
KATHARINA:
I know it is the sun that shines so bright.
PETRUCHIO:
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 on, and fetch our horses back again.
Evermore cross'd and cross'd; nothing but cross'd!
HORTENSIO:
Say as he says, or we shall never go.
KATHARINA:
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.
PETRUCHIO:
I say it is the moon.