Biond. I praie the gods she may withall my heart.
Enter.
Tran. Dallie not with the gods, but get thee gone.
Enter Peter.
Signior Baptista, shall I leade the way,
Welcome, one messe is like to be your cheere,
Come sir, we will better it in Pisa
Bap. I follow you.
Exeunt.
Enter Lucentio and Biondello.
Bion. Cambio
Luc. What saist thou Biondello
Biond. You saw my Master winke and laugh vpon
you?
Luc. Biondello, what of that?
Biond. Faith nothing: but has left mee here behinde
to expound the meaning or morrall of his signes and tokens
Luc. I pray thee moralize them