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BAPTISTA:
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I follow you.
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BIONDELLO:
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Cambio!
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LUCENTIO:
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What sayest thou, Biondello?
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BIONDELLO:
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You saw my master wink and laugh upon you?
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LUCENTIO:
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Biondello, what of that?
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BIONDELLO:
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Faith, nothing; but has left me here behind, to
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expound the meaning or moral of his signs and tokens.
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LUCENTIO:
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I pray thee, moralize them.
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BIONDELLO:
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Then thus. Baptista is safe, talking with the
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deceiving father of a deceitful son.
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LUCENTIO:
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And what of him?
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BIONDELLO:
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His daughter is to be brought by you to the supper.
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LUCENTIO:
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And then?
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BIONDELLO:
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The old priest of Saint Luke's church is at your
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command at all hours.
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LUCENTIO:
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And what of all this?
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BIONDELLO:
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I cannot tell; expect they are busied about a
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counterfeit assurance: take you assurance of her,
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'cum privilegio ad imprimendum solum:' to the
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church; take the priest, clerk, and some sufficient
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honest witnesses: If this be not that you look for,
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I have no more to say, But bid Bianca farewell for
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ever and a day.
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LUCENTIO:
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Hearest thou, Biondello?
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BIONDELLO:
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I cannot tarry: I knew a wench married in an
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afternoon as she went to the garden for parsley to
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stuff a rabbit; and so may you, sir: and so, adieu,
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sir. My master hath appointed me to go to Saint
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Luke's, to bid the priest be ready to come against
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you come with your appendix.
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LUCENTIO:
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I may, and will, if she be so contented:
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She will be pleased; then wherefore should I doubt?
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Hap what hap may, I'll roundly go about her:
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It shall go hard if Cambio go without her.
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PETRUCHIO:
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Come on, i' God's name; once more toward our father's.
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Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the moon!
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KATHARINA:
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The moon! the sun: it is not moonlight now.
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PETRUCHIO:
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I say it is the moon that shines so bright.
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KATHARINA:
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I know it is the sun that shines so bright.
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PETRUCHIO:
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Now, by my mother's son, and that's myself,
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It shall be moon, or star, or what I list,
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Or ere I journey to your father's house.
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Go on, and fetch our horses back again.
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Evermore cross'd and cross'd; nothing but cross'd!
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HORTENSIO:
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Say as he says, or we shall never go.
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KATHARINA:
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Forward, I pray, since we have come so far,
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And be it moon, or sun, or what you please:
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An if you please to call it a rush-candle,
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Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me.
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PETRUCHIO:
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I say it is the moon.
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