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S CE N E XIII.
Hor. He will make the man mad, to make a woman of him.
Cath. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and Whither away, or where is thy abode? [sweet,
som parents of 1o fair a child; Happier the man whom favourable stars Allot thee for his lovely bedfellow!
Pet Why, how now, Kate? I hope thou art not This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither'd, [mad! And not a maiden, as thou fay'It he is.
+ In the first fetch of this play, printed in 1607, we find two ipeeches in this place worth preserving, and seeming to be of the hand of Shakefpeare, tho' the rett of that play is far inferior. Pope.
Fair lovely maiden, young and affable,
-Sweet Catharine, this lovely woman-
Cath. Pardon, old father, my mistaken eyes,
Vin. Fair Sir, and you my merry Mistress,
Pet. What is his name?
Pet. Happily met, the happier for thy son.
Vin. But is this true, or is it elle your pleasure;
Pet. Come, go along, and see the truth hereof:
[Exeunt Pet. Cath, and Vin.
[Exit, . U :3
Before Lucentio's House. Enter Biondello, Lucentio and Bianca, Gremio
walking on one side.
Biondello. , , is . Luc. I fly, Biondello; but they may chance to need thee at home, therefore leave us.
Bion. Nay, faith, I'll see the church o' your back, and then come back to my master as soon as I
[Ex. Gre. I marvel Cambio comes not all this while. Enter Petruchio, Catharina, Vincentio and Grumio,
with attendants. Pet. Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's house, My father's bears more towards the market-place; Thither must I, and here I leave you, Sir.
Vin. You shall not chuse but drink before you go ; I think I shall command your welcome here; And by all likelihood some chear is toward.
[Knocks. Gre. They're busy within, you were best knock louder.
[Pedant looks out of the window. Ped. What's he that knocks as he would beat down the gate ?
Vin Is Signior Lucentio within, Sir ?
Vin. What, if a man bring him a hundred pounds or two, to make merry withal ?
Ped. Keep your hundred pounds to yourself, he Mall need none so long as I live.
Pet. Nay, I told you your son was belov'd in Padua. Do you hear, Sir? to leave frivolous circumstances, I pray you tell Signior Lucentio that his father is come from Pifa, and is here at the door to speak with him.
Ped. Thou liest; his father is come to Padua, and here looking out of the window.
Vin. Art thou his father?
Ped. Ay, Sir, so his mother fays, if I may be. lieve her.
Pet. Why, how now, gentleman; why, this is flat knavery, to take upon you another man's name.
Ped. Lay hands on the villain : I believe he. means to cozen fomebody in this city under my
SC E N E II.
Enter Biondello. Bion. I have seen them in the church together. God send 'em good shipping! but who is here? mine old Master Vincentio ? now we are undone, and brought to nothing.
Vin. Come hither, crackhemp. [Seeing Biondello Bion. I hope I may chuse, Sir.
Vin. Come hither, you rogue ; what, have you forgot me ?
Bion. Forgot you? no, Sir; I could not forget. you, for I never saw you before in all my life.
Vin. What, you notorious villain, didst thou ne-. ver see thy master's father, Vincentio?
Bion. What,. my old worshipful old master? yes, marry, Sir, see where he looks out of the window.
Virt. Is't fo, indeed ? [He beats Biondello.
Bion. Help, help, help! here's a madman will murder me.
Ped. Help, fon; help, Signior Baptista.
Pet. Prythee, Kate, let's stand aside, and see the end of this controversy.
[They retire. Enter Pedant with Servants, Baptista and Tranio...
Tra. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my servant?
Vin. What am I, Sir! nay, what are you, Sir? Oh, immortal gods! oh, fine villain! a Silken doublet, a velvet hose, a scarlet cloak, and a copatain
hat *: oh, I am undone! I am undone! While I
Tra. How now, what's the matter?
Tra. Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman by your habit, but your words shew a madman: why Sir, what concerns it you, if I wear pearl and gold ? I thank my good father, I am able to maintain it.
Vin. Thy father! oh villain, he is a sail-maker in Bergamo.
Bap. You mistake, Sir, you mistake, Sir ; pray, what do you think is his name?
Vin. His name ? as if I knew not his name: I have brought him up ever since he was three years old, and his name is Tranio.
Ped. Away, away, mad ass ! his name is Lucentio: and he is mine only son, and heir to the lands of me Signior Vincentio.
Vin. Luceritio ! oh he hath murdered his master; lay hold of him, I charge yo, uin the Duke's name. oh, my son, my fon! tell me, thou villain, where is my son Lucentio ?
Tra. Call forth an officer; carry this mad knave to the jail : Father Baptista, I charge you, see that he be forthcoming.
Vin. Carry me to jail ?
Bap. Talk not, Signior Gremio : I say, he shall go to prison.
Gre. Take heed, Signior Baptista, left you be coney-catch'd in this business; I dare swear this is the right Vincentio.
Ped. Swear if thou dar'st.
Tra. Then thou wert best say that I am not Lucentio ?
Gre. Yes, I know thee to be Signior Lucentio.
Is, I believe, a hat with a conical crown, such as was anciently worn by well dreffed men. Johnfor.