A Public Road.
 Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHERINA, HORTENSIO and SERVANTS.

Petruchio	Come on, a God's name, once more toward our father's.
	Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the moon!

Katherina	The moon? The sun. It is not moonlight now.

Petruchio	I say it is the moon that shines so bright.

Katherina	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 e'er I journey to your father's house.
	[To SERVANTS.] Go on, and fetch our horses back again.
	Evermore crossed and crossed, nothing but crossed!

Hortensio	Say as he says, or we shall never go.

Katherina	Forward, I pray, since we have come so far.
	And be it moon, or sun, or what you please;
	And 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.

Katherina							I know it is the moon.

Petruchio	Nay, then you lie, it is the blessd sun.

Katherina	Then, God be blest, it is the blessd 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 for Katherine.

Hortensio	[Aside.] Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is won.

Petruchio	Well forward, forward! Thus the bowl should run,
	And not unluckily against the bias.
	But soft, company is coming here.

                             Enter VINCENTIO.

	[To VINCENTIO.] Good morrow, gentle mistress, where 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 eyes become that heavenly face?
	Fair lovely maid, once more good day to thee.
	Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's sake.

Hortensio	[Aside.] A' will make the man mad, to make the woman of him.

Katherina	Young budding virgin, fair and fresh and sweet,
	Whither away, or where is thy abode?
	Happy the parents of so fair a child;
	Happier the man whom favourable stars
	Allots thee for his lovely bedfellow.

Petruchio	Why, how now, Kate; I hope thou art not mad.
	This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, withered,
	And not a maiden as thou sayst he is.

Katherina	Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes
	That have been so bedazzled with the sun
	That everything I look on seemeth green.
	Now I perceive thou art a reverend father.
	Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad mistaking.

Petruchio	Do, good old grandsire, and withal make known
	Which way thou travellest. If along with us,
	We shall be joyful of thy company.

Vincentio	Fair sir, and you, my merry mistress,
	That with your strange encounter much amazed me,
	My name is called Vincentio, my dwelling Pisa,
	And bound I am to Padua, there to visit
	A son of mine which long I have not seen.

Petruchio	What is his name?

Vincentio						Lucentio, gentle sir.

Petruchio	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.
	Let me embrace with old Vincentio,
	And wander we to see thy honest son,
	Who will of thy arrival be full joyous.

Vincentio	But is this true, or is it else your pleasure,
	Like pleasant travellers, to break a jest
	Upon the company you overtake?

Hortensio	I do assure thee, father, so it is.

Petruchio	Come, go along and see the truth hereof,
	For our first merriment hath made thee jealous.
												[Exeunt all but HORTENSIO.

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