Tra.
Sir ^note, this is the house: please it you that I call?

Ped.
Ay, ^note what else? and but I be deceived
Signior Baptista may remember me,
Near twenty years ago, in Genoa,
Where we ^note were lodgers at the Pegasus.

Tra.
'Tis ^note well; and hold your own, in any case,
With such austerity as 'longeth to a ^note father.

Ped.
I warrant you. Enter Biondello.
But, sir, here comes your boy;
'Twere good ^note he were school'd.

Tra.
Fear you not him. Sirrah Biondello,
Now ^note do your duty throughly ^note, I advise you ^note:
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 ^note Venice;
And that you look'd for him this day in Padua.

Tra.
Thou'rt ^note a tall fellow: hold thee that to drink.
Here comes Baptista: set your countenance, sir.

^note Enter Baptista and Lucentio. ^note
Signior Baptista, you are happily met. [To the Pedant ^note]
Sir, this is ^note the gentleman I told you of:
I pray you, stand good father to ^note me now,
Give me Bianca for my patrimony. ^note

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 ^note some agreement
Me shall you find ready and willing ^note
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 ^note:
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 ^note,

The match is made ^note, and all is done ^note:
Your son shall have my daughter with consent.

Tra.
I thank you, sir. Where then do you know ^note best
We be ^{note note} 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 ^note we might ^note be interrupted.

Tra.
Then at my lodging, an it like you ^note:
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 ^note like to have a thin and slender pittance. ^note

Bap.
It likes me well. Cambio ^note, hie you home,
And bid Bianca make her ready straight;
And, if you will, tell ^note what hath happened ^note,
Lucentio's father is arrived in Padua,
And how she's like to be Lucentio's wife.

Bion. ^note
I pray the gods she may with all my heart! ^note

Tra.
Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone. [Exit Bion ^note
Signior Baptista, shall I lead the way?

Welcome ^note! one mess is like to be your cheer:
Come ^note, sir; we will ^note better it in Pisa.

Bap.

I follow you.

Bion.

Cambio.

Luc.

What sayest thou, Biondello?

Bion.

You saw my master wink and laugh ^note upon you?

Luc.

Biondello, what of that?

Bion.

Faith, nothing; but has ^note left me here behind, to expound the meaning or moral of his signs and tokens.

Luc.

I pray thee, moralize them ^note.

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? ^note

Bion.

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

Luc.

And what of all this? ^note

Bion.

I cannot tell; expect ^note they are busied about a counterfeit assurance: take you assurance of her, ‘cum privilegio ad imprimendum solum ^note:’ to the church ^note; take the priest, clerk, and some sufficient honest witnesses: If this be not that you look for, I have no more to say, ^noteBut bid Bianca farewell for ever and a day.

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.

Luc.
I may, and will, if she be so contented:
She will be pleased; then wherefore should I doubt ^note?
Hap what hap may, I'll roundly go about her:
It shall go hard if Cambio go without her. [Exit. ^note

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