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Bap. Away with the dotard, to the jail with him!

Enter Lucentio and Bianca. Vin. Thus strangers may be hald and abus'd ; oh, monstrous villain !

Bion. Oh, we are spoil'd, and yonder he is ; deny him, forswear him, or else we are all undone.

[Exeunt Biondello, Tranio and Pedant.

Luc. Pardon, sweet father.

Vin. Lives my sweet son ?
Bian. Pardon, dear father.
Bap. How hast thou offended? where is Lu-

centio ?
Luc. Here's Lucentio, right fon to the right Vin-

centio, That have by marriage made thy daughter mine! While counterfeit fupposers bleer'd thine eyne.

Gre. Here's packing with a witness, to deceive

Vin. Where is that damned villain Tranio,
That fac'd and brav'd me in this matter fo ?

Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio ?
Bian. Cambio is chang'd into Lucentio.
Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's
Made me exchange my state with Tranio, [love
While he did bear my countenance in the town :
And happily I have arriv'd at last
Unto the wished haven of my bliss.
What Tranio did, myself enforc'd him to;
Then pardon him, sweet father, for my fake.

Vin. I'll slit the villain's nose, that would have sent me to the jail,

Bap. But do you hear, Sir, have
my daughter without asking my good will ?

Vin. Fear not, Baptista, we will content you ; go 10: but I will in, to be revenged on this villain.

[Exit. Bap. And I, to found the depth of this knavery.

us all.

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let's away,

Luc. Look not pale, Bianca, thy father will not frown.

[Exeunt. Gre. My cake is dough, but I'll in among the rest, Out of hope of all but my ihare of the feast. [Exit.

[Petruchio and Catharina advancing: Cath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end of

this ado.
Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will.
Cath. What, in the inidst of the street ?
Pet. What, art thou alhamd of me?
Cath. No, Sir, God forbid; but alham'd to kiss.
Pet. Why, then let's home again : come, sirrah,
Cath. Nay, I will give thee a kiss; now, pray

thee, love, stay.
Pet. Is not this well? Come, my sweet Kate;
Better once than never, for never too late.

Changes to Lucentio's Apartment.
Enter Baptista, Vincentio, Gremio, Pedant, Lu.

centio, Bianca, Tranio, Biondello, Petruchio,
Catharina, Grumio, Hortensio, and Widow. Tra.
nio's servants bringing in a banquet.

Luc: At last, tho' long, our jarring notes agree :-
And time it is, when raging war is done,
To smile at 'scapes and perils over-blown.
My fair Bianca, bid my father welcome,
While I with self-fame kindness welcome thine.
Brother Petruchio, Sister Catharine,
And thou Hortensio, with thy loving widow,
Feast with the best, and welcome to my house :
My banquet is to close our stomachs up
After our great good chear. Pray you sit down;
For now we sit to chat, as well as eat.

Pet. Nothing but fit and fit, and eat and eat!
Bap. Padua affords this kindness, son Petruchio.
Peti Padua-affords nothing but what is kind.

Hor. For both our fakes, I would that word were

true. Pet. Now, for my life, Hortensio fears his widow, Wid. Then never trust me, if I be afeard. Pet. You are very sensible, and yet you miss my

sense : I mean, Hortensio is afeard of you. Wid. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns

round. Pet. Roundly replied.' Cath. Mistress, how mean you that? Wid. Thus I conceive by him. Pet. Conceives by me, how likes Hortensio that? Hor. My widow says, thus the conceives her tale. Pet Very well mended; kiss him for that, good

widow. Cath. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns

round. I pray you, tell me what you meant by that.

Wid. Your husband, being troubled with a shrew,
Measures my husband's sorrow by his woe;
And now you know my meaning.

Cath. A very mean meaning.
Wid. Right, I mean you.
Cath. And I am mean, indeed, respecting you.
Pet. To her, Kate.
Hor. To her, widow.
Pet. A hundred merks, my Kate does put her

Hor. That's my office.
Pet. Spoke like an officer; ha’ to thee, lad.

[Drinks to Hortensio. Bap. How likes Gremio thele quick-witted folks ? Gre. Believe me, Sir, they butt heads together

well. Bian. Head and butt? .an hasty-witted body Would say, your head and butt were head and horn.

Vin. Ay, Mistress Bride, hath that awaken'd you?
Bian. Ay, but not frighted me, therefore I'll sleep

Pet. Nay, that thou shalt not, since you have

begun :

Fiave at you for a better jest or two.
Bian. Am I

your bird? I mean to shift my busi: And then pursue me, as you draw your bow. You are welcome all.

[Exeunt Bianca, Catharine, and Widow. Pet. She hath prevented me. Here, Signior

Tranio, This bird you aim'd at, tho' you hit it not; Therefore a health to all that shot and miss'd. Tra. Oh, Sir, Lucentio slip'd me like his grey

hound, Which runs himself, and catches for his master.

Pet. A good swift simile, but something currish.

Tra. 'Tis well, Sir, that you hunted for yourself: 'Tis thought your deer does hold you at a bay.

Bap. Oh, oh, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now.
Luc. I thank thee for that gird, good Tranio.
Hor. Confess, confess, hath he not hit you there?

Pet. He hath a little galld me, I confess;
And as the jest did glance away from me,
'Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright.

Baf. Now, in good sadnefs, fon Petruchio, I think thou hast the verriest shrew of all.

Pet. Well, I say, No: and therefore for assurance,
Let's each one send unto his wife ; and he
Whose wife is most obedient to come first,
When he doth fend for her, shall win the wager.

Hor. Content; -what wager?
Luc. Twenty crowns.

Pet Twenty crowns !
r'll venture so much on my hawk or hound,
But twenty times so much upon my wife.

Luc. A hundred then.
Hnr. Content.
Pet. A match, "ris done.
Hor. Who shall begin ?

Luc. That will I.
Go, Biondello, bid your miftress come to me.
Binn. I go.

[Exit. Baj. Son, I'll be your half, Bianca comes. Luc. I'll have no halves : I'll bear it all myself.

Re-enter Biondello. How now, what news ?

Bion. Sir, my mistress sends you word That she is busy, and cannot come. Pet. How? The's busy and cannot come! is that

an answer? Gre. Ay, and a kind one too: Pray God, Sir, your wife fend you not a worse.

Pet. I hope better.

Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go and intreat my wife to come to ine forthwith.

[Exit Biondeilo. Pet. Oh, ho! intreat her! nay, then the needs

Hor. I am afraid, Sir, do you what you can,

Ester Biondello,
Yours will not be intreated. Now, where's


wife? Bion. She says you have some goodly jest in hand; She will not come: the bids you come to her.

Pet. Worse and worfe, she will not come !
Oh vile, intolerable, not to be indur'd:
Sirrah, Grumio, go to your mistress,
Say I command her to come to me. [Exit Grumio.

Hor. I know her answer.
Pet. What?
Hor. She will not.
Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there's an end.


Enter Catharina. Bap. Now, by my hollidam, here comes Car

tharine! Cath. What is your will, Sir, that you send for

me ?

Pet. Where is your fifter, and Hortensio's wife? Cath. They fit conferring by the parlour fire.

Pet. Go fetch them hither; if they deny to come, Swinge me them foundly forth unto their husbands : Away, I say, and bring them hither straight.

[Exit Catharina. Vol. III.


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