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got me ?
Bio. I hope, I may choose, fir.
Bio. Forgot you ? no, fir: I could not forget you; for I never saw you before in all my life *.
Vin. What, you notorious villain, didtt thou never see thy mafter's father Vincentio ?
Bio. What, my worshipful old master? yes, marry, fir ; see, where he looks out of the window. Vin. Is't so, indeed ?
Beats Biondello. Bio. Help, help, help! here's a madman will mur
[Exit, crying out. Ped. Help, fon! help, fignior Baptifta!
[Exit, from above. Pet. Pr’ythee, Kate, let's stand aside, and see the end of this controversy.
[Draws her afide. Re-enter Pedant, below; Tranio, Baptifta, and Servants. Tra. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my
servant ? Vin. What am I, fir? nay, what are you, sir-Oim. mortal gods! (furveying him.] O fine villain ! A silken doublet! a velvet hole! a scarlet cloak! and a copatain hat !-O, I'm undone, I'm undone! while I play the good husband at home, my son' and my servant spend all at the university.
Tra. How now! what's the matter now?
Yra. Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman by your habit, but your words Thew you a madman: Why, fir, what concerns it you, if I wear pearl and gold ? I thank my good father, I am able to maintain it.
Vin. Thy father --O villain !-he's a fail-maker in Bergamo.
Bup. You mistake, fir; you mistake, fir : 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.
• Biondello's affected ignorance of his old master, is a diverting suggestion; and the confequence of Vincentio's beating him, produces very considerable entertainment,
Ped. Away, away, mad ass ! his name is, Lucentio ; and he is mine only son, and heir to the lands of me, sig pior Vincentio.
Vin. Lucentio ! O, he hath murther'd his master! Lay hold on him, I charge you in the duke's name :O my son, my fon !-tell me, thou villain, where is my 'fon Lucentio ?
Tra. Call forth an officer :-[Enter one with an Officer. ] carry this mad knave to the jail :-father Baptifta, I charge you, see that he be forth-coming.
Vin. Carry me to the jail !
Bap. Talk not, signior Gremio ; I say, he shall go to prison. Gre. Take heed, signior Baptista, left you
coneycatch'd in this business; I dare swear, this is the right Vincentio.
Ped. Swear, if thou dar'ft.
Vin. Thus strangers may be halid and abus'd :-0 mondrous villain !
Re-enter Biondello, with Lucentio, and Bianca. Bio. O, we are spoil'd, and-Yonder he is ; deny him, forswear him, or else we are all undone. Luc. Pardon, sweet father,
[Kneels to Vin. Vin. Lives my sweet son ?
[Bio. Tra. and Ped. run off. Bia. Pardon, dear father.
[Kneels to Bap. Bap. How hast thou offended Where is Lucentio ?
Luc. Here's Lucentio,
The confusion of this scene is, without exaggeration, a most pleafant appeal to feelings of a lively nature; performed with spirit and volubility, it must have a very happy effect
Vin. Where is that damned villain, Tranio,
Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio ?
Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's love
“ Vin. I'll fit the villain's nose, that would have sent
Vin. Fear not, Baptifta ; we will content you, go to:
[Exeunt Luc. and Bia. Gre. My cake is dough : But I'll in among the rest ; Out of hope of all, ---but my share of the feast.
Cat. Hufband, let's follow, to see the end of this ado.
pray thee, love, stay.
(Exeunt. • Lor. Who's within there?
[Seeing Sly asleep “ Enter Servants. * Afleep again !-go, take bim easily up,
* And put him in his own apparel again ; < But see you wake him not in any case.
S. It shall be done, my lord :-Come, belp to bear 66 bim bence.
[Exeunt Ser. with Sly. SCENE. III. The fame. A Room in the House.
Mufic. A Banquet set out. Enter Baptifta, Vincentio, Gremio, Pedant, &c. Pe.
truchio, and Catherine ; Lucentio, and Bianca ; Hortenfio, and Widow: Tranio, Grumio, Biondello, and at bers, attending
Luc. At laft, though long, our jarring notes agree : And time it is, when raging war is done, To smile at 'scapes and perils overblown.My fair Bianca, bid my father welcome, While I with self-fame kindness welcome thine : Brother Petruchio,-fifter Catherina, And thou, Hortenho, with thy loving widow,Feast with the belt, and welcome to my house ; My banquet is to close our stomachs up, After our great good cheer: Pray you, sit down ; For aow we sit to chat, as well as eat.
[Company fit to Table. 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 afcard,
Pet. You are very fenfible, and yet you miss my-fense ; I mean, Hortenfo is afeard of you.
Wid. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns round.
Pet. Conceive by me!
As we wish Sly totally omitted, we have marked this little vine deceffary intervention, VOL. VI.
Hor. My widow fays,
Pet. Very well mended.
Cat. 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,
Cat. A very mean meaning.
Cat. And I am mean indeed,
Pet. To her, Kate!
Pet. Spoke like an officer :-
[Drinks to him. Bap. And how likes Gremio these quick-witted folks ? Gre. Believe me, fir, 'they but heads well together. Bia. How! head, and but an hafty-witted body Would say, your head and but were head and horn.
Vin. Ay, mistress bride, hath that awaken'd you ?
again. Pet. Nay, that you shall not ; since you have begun, Have at you for a bitter jest or two.
Bia. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush, And then pursue me as you draw your bow : [risng. You're welcome all. [Exit; Cat. and Wid. follow. Pet. She hath prevented me. ---Here, signior Tranio,
(Filling This bird you aim’d at, though you hit her not; Therefore, a health to all that shot and miss’d. (Drinks.
Tra. O, fir, Lucentio flipt me like his grey-hound, Which runs himself, and catches for his master.
Pet. A good swift fimile,-but something currih.
Tra. 'Tis well, fir, that you hunted for yourself ; ?Tis thought, your deer does hold you åt a bay.
Bap. Oh ho, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now.