Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Bap. Bap.
Bap. Not in my house Lucentio, for you know
Bap. Pitchers haue eares, and I haue manie seruants,
Bap. Besides old Gremio is harkning still,
Bap. And happilie we might be interrupted.
Tra. Tra.
Tra. Then at my lodging, and it like you,
Tra. There doth my father lie: and there this night.
Tra. Weele passe the businesse priuately and well:
Tra. Send for your daughter by your seruant here,
Tra. My Boy shall fetch the Scriuener presentlie,
Tra. The worst is this that at so slender warning,
Tra. You are like to haue a thin and slender pittance.
Bap. It likes me well:
Bap. Cambio hie you home, and bid Bianca make her readie
Bap. straight:
Bap. And if you will tell what hath hapned,
Bap. Lucentios Father is arriued in Padua,
Bap. And how she's like to be Lucentios wife.