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Ped. Help, fon; help, Signior Baptifta.

Pet. Pr'ythee, Kate, let's ftand afide, and fee the end of this controversy. [They retire. Enter Pedant with Servants, Baptifta and Tranio.

Tra. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my fervant? Vin. What am I, Sir; nay, what are you, Sir? oh, immortal Gods! oh, fine villain! a filken doublet, a velvet hofe, a scarlet cloak and a copatain hat: oh, I am undone! I am undone! while I play the good hufband at home, my son and my fervants spend all at the Univerfity.

Tra. How now, what's the matter?

Bap. What, is this man lunatick?

Tra. Sir, you feem a fober antient gentleman by your habit, but your words fhew a mad man; 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 fail-maker in Bergamo.

Bap. You mistake, Sir, you mistake, Sir; pray, what do you think is his name?

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Vin. His name? as if I knew not his name: I have brought him up ever fince he was three years old, and his name is Tranio.

Ped. Away, away, mad afs! his name is Lucentio : and he is mine only fon, and heir to the lands of me Signior Vincentio.

Vin. Lucentio! oh, he hath murdered his mafter; Jay hold of him, I charge you, in the Duke's name; oh, my fon, my fon, tell me, thou villain, where is my fon Lucentio?

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Tra. Call forth an officer; carry this mad knave to

the jail Father Baptifla, I charge you, fee, that he be forth-coming.

Vin. Carry me to jail?

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Gre. Stay, officer, he fhall not go to prison.

Bap. Talk not, Signior Gremio: I fay, he fhall go to prifon

Gre.

Gre. Take heed, Signior Baptifta, left you be cony catch'd in this business; I dare fwear, this is the right Vincentio.

Ped. Swear, if thou dar'ft.

Gre. Nay, I dare not fwear it.

Tra. Then thou wert best say, that I am not Lucentio ?
Gre. Yes, I know thee to be Signior Lucentio.
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, monftrous villain!

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

[Exeunt Biondello, Tranio and Pedant.

Luc. Pardon, fweet father.

Vin. Lives my sweet fon?

Bian. Pardon, dear father.

[Kneeling.

Bap. How haft thou offended? where is Lucentio ? Luc. Here's Lucentio, right fon to the right Vincentio, 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 damn'd villain, Tranio,

Bianca's love

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

Unto the wished haven of my bliss;

What Tranio did, myself enforc'd him to;

Then pardon him, fweet father, for my fake.

Vin. I'll fit the villain's nofe, that would have fent

me to the jail.

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

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Vin. Fear not, Baptifta, we will content you, go to: but I will in, to be reveng'd on this villain. [Exit. Bap. And I, to found the deph 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 feast. [Exit. [Petruchio and Catharina, advancing.

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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 asham'd to kifs.

Pet. Why, then let's home again: come, firrah, let's

away.

Cath. Nay, I will give thee a kiss; now pray thee,

love, ftay.

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

[Exeunt.

SCENE changes to Lucentio's Apartments.

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

Luc.

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Tranio's

T 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 cheer: pray you, fit down;
For now we fit to chat, as well as eat.

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Pet. Nothing but fit and fit, and eat and eat!
Bap. Padua affords this kindness, Son Petruchio.
Pet. Padua affords nothing but what is kind.
Hor. For both our fakes, I would that word were trae.
Pet. Now, for my life, Hortenfio fears his Widow.
'Wid. Then never truft me, if I be afeard.

Pet. You are very fenfible, and yet you mifs my

I mean, Hortenfio is afeard of you.

fenfe:

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 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 mean by that.

Wid. Your Husband being troubled with a Shrew, 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 marks, 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 shalt not, fince you have begun : Have at you for a better jeft or two.

Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush: And then pursue me, as you draw your bow.

You

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 mafter.
Pet. A good fwift Simile, 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 has a little gall'd me I confefs;
And as the jeft did glance away from me,
'Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright.
Bap. Now, in good fadnefs, Son Petruchio,
I think, thọu haft the veriest Shrew of all.

Pet. Well, I fay, no; and therefore for affurance,
Let's each one fend unto his Wife, and he
Whofe Wife is moft obedient to come firft,

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

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Luc. Twenty crowns.

Pet. Twenty crowns!

what wager?

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. I go.

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

[Exit.

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