That have been so bedazzled with the sun,

That every thing I look on seemeth green:

Now I perceive thou art a reverend father;

Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad mistaking.

Pet. Do, good old grandsire; and [withal] make known

Which way thou travellest: if along with us,

We shall be joyful of thy company.

Vin. Fair sir, and you my merry [mistress],

That with your strange encounter much amazed me,

My [name is call'd Vincentio; my dwelling] Pisa;