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Bio. I hope, I may choose, fir.
Vin. Come hither, you rogue;; what, have you for.

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?
Bap. What, is the man lunatic?

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 !
Gre. Stay, officer ; he shall not go to prison.

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.
Gre. Nay, I dare not swear 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 *.

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,
Right fon unto the right Vincentio ;
That have by marriage made thy daughter mine,
While counterfeit supposes blear'd thine eyne.

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

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

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

Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio ?
Bia. Cambio is chang’d into Lucentio ?

Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's love
Made me exchange my state with Tranio,
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 fit the villain's nose, that would have sent
me to the jail.
Bap. But do you hear, fir? (to Luc.] have you mar-
sy'd my daughter without aking my good will ?

Vin. Fear not, Baptifta ; we will content you, go to:
-But I will in, to be reveng'd for this villany,
Bap. And I, to found the depth of this knavery.

[Exit Bap.
Luc. Look 'not pale, Bianca; thy father will not

[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.
Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will.
Cat. What, in the midst of the street ?
Pet. What, art thou asham'd of me?
Cat. No, fir; (Heav'n forbid !) but afham'd to kiss.
Pet. Why, then let's home again :-Come, firrah,
Cat. Nay, I'll give thee a kiss : [kisses him.] now

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

(Exeunt. • Lor. Who's within there?

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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. Roundly reply'd.
Cat. Mistress, how mean you that ?
Wid. Thus I conceive by him:

Pet. Conceive by me!
How likes Hortenfio that?

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Hor. My widow fays,
Thus she conceives her tale.

Pet. Very well mended.
Kiss him for that, good widow.

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,
Measures my husband's sorrow by his woe :
And now you know my meaning.

Cat. A very mean meaning.
Wid. Right, I mean you..

Cat. 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 is my office.

Pet. Spoke like an officer :-
Ha' to thee, lad.

[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 ?
Bia. Ay, but not frighted me; therefore I'll sleep

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.

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