[You are] like to have a thin and slender pittance.
Bap. It likes me well. [Cambio,] his you home,
And bid Bianca make her ready [straight;]
[And, if you will,] tell what hath happened,
Lucentio's father is arrived in Padua,
And how she's like to be Lucentio's wife.
[Bion.] I pray the gods she may with all my heart!
Tra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone. [[Exit Bion]
Signior Baptista, shall I lead the way?
[Welcome!] one mess is like to be your cheer: