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TRANIO. What is he, Biondello?
BIONDELLO. Master, a mercatante or a pedant, I know not what; but formal in apparel, In gait and countenance surely like a father.
LUCENTIO. And what of him, Tranio?
TRANIO. If he be credulous and trust my tale, I ' ll make him glad to seem Vincentio, And give assurance to Baptista Minola, As if he were the right Vincentio. Take in your love, and then let me alone.
[ Exeunt LUCENTIO and BIANCA.] [ Enter a PEDANT.] PEDANT. God save you, sir!
TRANIO. And you, sir! you are welcome. Travel you far on, or are you at the farthest?
PEDANT. Sir, at the farthest for a week or two; But then up farther, and as far as Rome; And so to Tripoli, if God lend me life.
TRANIO. What countryman, I pray? PEDANT. Of Mantua.
TRANIO. Of Mantua, sir? Marry, God forbid, And come to Padua, careless of your life!
PEDANT. My life, sir! How, I pray? for that goes hard.
TRANIO. ' Tis death for any one in Mantua To come to Padua. Know you not the cause? Your ships are stay ' d at Venice; and the duke,-- For private quarrel ' twixt your duke and him,-- Hath publish ' d and proclaim ' d it openly. ' Tis marvel, but that you are but newly come You might have heard it else