Pet.
Come on, i' ^note God's name; once more toward ^note 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 ^note so bright.

Pet.
Now, by my mother's son, and that's myself,
It shall be moon, or star, or what I list ^note,
Or ere I journey to your father's house.
Go on ^note, 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 ^note please:
An ^note 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. ^note

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 ^note 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 named, even that it is;
And so it shall be so ^note for Katharine.

Hor.
Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is won.

Pet.
Well, forward, forward! thus the bowl should ^note run,
And not unluckily against the bias. ^note
But, soft! company ^note is coming here. Enter Vincentio. ^note [To Vincentio ^note]
Good morrow, gentle mistress: where ^note 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 ^note 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' ^note will make the man mad, to make a woman ^note of him.

Kath.
Young budding virgin, fair and fresh and sweet,
Whither away, or where ^note is thy abode?

Happy the parents of so fair a child;
Happier the man, whom ^note favourable stars
Allot ^note 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 say'st he is.

Kath.
Pardon, old father, my mistaking ^note eyes,
That have been so bedazzled with the sun,
That every thing 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 ^note 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 ^note,
That with your strange encounter much amazed me,
My name is call'd Vincentio ^note; my dwelling ^note 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 grieved: she is of good esteem,
Her dowry wealthy, and of worthy birth;
Beside, so qualified as may beseem
The spouse of any noble gentleman ^note.
Let me embrace with ^note 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 ^note 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 ^note all but Hortensio.

Hor.
Well, Petruchio ^note, this has ^note put me in heart.
Have to ^note my widow! and if she be ^note froward,
Then hast thou taught Hortensio to be ^note untoward. [Exit. ^note

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