+Duke.+ For that, take no thought; it shall be my care to bring you and Signior Petrucio here both before him. I have already acquainted him with both your worths, and for aught I can gather by his speech, he intends to do you some extraordinary honours: it may be, he will make one a senator, because of his age: and on the other, bestow his daughter or niece in marriage. There's some such thing hatching, I assure you. +Pet.+ Very likely, I imagined as much: that last shall be my lot; I knew some such destiny would befall me. [_Aside._] Shall we be jovial upon this news, and thrust all sadness out of doors? +Leo.+ For our parts, Vitellius was never so voluptuous: all our discourse shall run wit to the last. +Duke.+ Our mirth shall be the quintessence of pleasure, And our delight flow with that harmony, Th' ambitious spheres shall to the centre shrink, To hear our music; such ravishing accents, As are from poets in their fury hurl'd, When their outrageous raptures fill the world. +Pet.+ There spoke my genius! [_Aside._ +Ant.+ Now you talk of music, have you e'er a one that can play us an old lesson, or sing us an old song? +Pet.+ An old lesson! yes, he shall play _The Beginning of the World_;[351] and for a song, he shall sing one that was made to the moving of the orbs, when they were first set in tune. +Ant.+ Such a one would I hear. +Pet.+ Walk in then, and it shall not be long, before I satisfy your desires. [_Exeunt._ _Enter +Petro+ and +Julia+, with two bottles._ +Julia.+ Come, master Petro, welcome heartily; while they are drinking within, we'll be as merry as the maids: I stole these bottles from under the cupboard, on purpose against your coming. +Pet.+ Courteous mistress Julia, how shall I deserve this favour from you? +Julia.+ There is a way, master Petro, if you could find it; but the tenderness of your youth keeps you in ignorance: 'tis a great fault, I must tell you. +Pet.+ I shall strive to amend it, if you please to instruct me, lady. +Julia.+ Alas, do not you know what maids love all this while? You must come oftener amongst us; want of company keeps the spring of your blood backward. +Pet.+ It does so; but you shall see, when we are private, I shall begin to practise with you better. _Enter +Baccha+._ +Bac.+ Master Petro, this was kindly done of you. +Pet.+ What's my master a-doing, can you tell? +Bac.+ Why, they are as jovial as twenty beggars, drink their whole cups, six glasses at a health: your master's almost tipped already. +Pet.+ So much the better, his business is the sooner dispatched.