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

Enter Lucentio and Bianca.

Vin. Thus ftrangers may be hal'd 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.

SCENE

Luc. Pardon, fweet father.

Vin. Lives my fweet fon?

Bian. Pardon, dear father.

III.

[Kneeling.

Bap. How haft 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 fuppofers bleer'd thine eyne. Gre. Here's packing with a witnefs, to deceive us all.

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 thefe miracles. Made me exchange my state with Tranio, [love While he did bear my countenance in the town: And happily I have arriv'd at laft

Unto the wished haven of my blifs.

Bianca's

What Tranio did, myself enforc'd him to;
Then pardon him, fweet father, for my fake.

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

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

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

[Exit.

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

[Exit.

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 fhare of the feaft. [Exit. [Petruchio and Catharina advancing. Cath. Hufband, let's follow, to fee the end of this ado.

Pet. Firft kifs me, Kate, and we will.
Cath. What, in the midst of the street?
Pet. What, art thou afham'd of me?

Cath. No, Sir, God forbid; but afham'd to kiss. Pet. Why, then let's home again: come, firrah, let's away.

Cath. Nay, I will give thee a kifs; now, pray thee, love, ftay.

Pet. Is not this well? Come, my fweet Kate; Better once than never, for never too late.

SCENE

IV.

[Exeunt.

Changes to Lucentio's Apartment.

Enter Baptifta, Vincentio, Gremio, Pedant, Lu centio, Bianca, Tranio, Biondello, Petruchio, Catharina, Grumio, Hortenfio, and Widow. Tranio's fervants bringing in a banquet.

Luc. At laft, tho' long, our jarring notes agree :-
And time it is, when raging war is done,
To fmile at 'fcapes and perils over-blown.
My fair Bianca, bid my father welcome,
While I with felf-fame kindness welcome thine.
Brother Petruchio, Sifter Catharine,

And thou Hortenfio, with thy loving widow,
Feaft 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 fit to chat, as well as eat.

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

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

true.

Pet. Now, for my life, Hortenfio fears his widow. Wid. Then never trust me, if I be afeard.

Pet. You are very fenfible, and yet you miss my fense:

I mean, Hortenfio is afeard of you.

Wid. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns round.

Pet. Roundly replied."

Cath. Miftrefs, how mean you that?
Wid. Thus I conceive by him.

Pet. Conceives by me, how likes Hortenfio that?
Hor. My widow fays, thus fhe conceives her tale.
Pet Very well mended; kifs 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 fhrew,
Measures my husband's forrow 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

down.

Hor. That's my office.

Pet. Spoke like an officer; ha' to thee, lad.

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

Bian. Head and butt? .an hafty-witted body Would fay, your head and butt were head and horn. Vin. Ay, Miftrefs Bride, hath that awaken'd you? Bian. Ay, but not frighted me, therefore I'll fleep again.

Pet. Nay, that thou fhalt not, fince you have begun :

Fiave at you for a better jeft or two.

Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush: And then purfue 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 fhot and mifs'd.
Tra. Oh, Sir, Lucentio flip'd me like his grey-
hound,

Which runs himself, and catches for his master.

Pet. A good fwift fimile, but fomething currifh. 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. Confefs, confefs, hath he not hit you there? Pet. He hath a little gall'd me, I confess; And as the jeft did glance away from me, 'Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright. Bap. Now, in good fadnefs, fon Petruchio, I think thou haft the verrieft fhrew of all.

Pet. Well, I fay, No: and therefore for affurance, Let's each one fend unto his wife; and he Whose wife is most obedient to come first,

When he doth fend for her, fhall win the wager. Hor. Content ;---what wager?

Luc. Twenty crowns.

Pet. Twenty crowns!

I'll venture fo much on my hawk or hound,

But twenty times fo much upon my wife.

Luc. A hundred then.

Hor. Content.

Pet. A match, 'tis done.

Hor. Who fhall begin?

Luc. That will I.

Go. Biondello, bid your miftrefs come to me.

Bion. go.

[Ext.

Bay. 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 fends you word That fhe is bufy, and cannot come.

Pet. How? he'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 me forthwith. [Exit Biondello. Pet. Oh, ho! intreat her! nay, then the needs

muft.come.

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

Enter Biondello.

Yours will not be intreated. Now, where's my wife?
Bion. She fays you have fome goodly jeft in hand;
She will not come: the bids you come to her.
Pet. Worfe and worfe, fhe 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 aníwer.

Pet. What?

Hor. She will not.

Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there's an end.

Bap. Now, by my hellidam, here comes Catharine!

Cath. What is your will, Sir, that you fend for me?

Pet. Where is your fifter, and Hortenfio'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 hufbands! Away, I fay, and bring them hither ftraight. [Exit Catharina.

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