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 fo? 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, fweet father, for my fake.

“Vin. I'll fit the villain's nose, that would have sent 06 me to the jail.

Bap. But do you hear, fir? [to Luc.] have you marry'd my daughter without asking my good will?

Vin. Fear not, Baptifta; we will content you, go to: -But I will in, to be reveng'd for this villany.

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

[Exit Bap.

Luc. Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not

frown. [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.

[Exit Gre.
Cat. Hufband, let's follow, to fee the end of this ado.
Pet. Firft kifs 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 asham'd to kiss. Pet. Why, then let's home again:-Come, firrah, let's away.

Cat. Nay, I'll give thee a kifs: [kisses him.] now pray thee, love, stay.

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

[Exeunt.

"Lor. Who's within there?— [Seeing Sly afleep.

"Enter Servants.

"Afleep again!-go, take bim eafily up,

"And

"And put him in his own apparel again;

"But Jee you wake him not in any cafe.

1. S. It shall be done, my lord :-Come, help to bear
" him bence.
[Exeunt Ser. with Sly*.

SCENE III. The fame. A Room in the Houfe.
Mufic. A Banquet set out.

Enter Baptifta, Vincentio, Gremio, Pedant, &c. Petruchio, and Catherine; Lucentio, and Bianca; Hortenfio, and Widow: Tranio, Grumio, Biondello, and others, attending.

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

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.

[Company fit to Table.
Pet. Nothing but fit and fit, and eat and cat.
Bap. Padua affords this kindness, son Petruchio.
Pet. Padua affords nothing but what is kind.

Her. For both our fakes, I would that word were true. 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 miss my-fense;

I mean, Hortenfio is afeard of you.

Wid. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns round. Pet. Roundly reply'd.

Cat. Miftrefs, how mean you that?

Wid. Thus I conceive by him :

Pet. Conceive by me!

How likes Hortenfio that?

As we with Sly totally omitted, we have marked this little un neceffary intervention,

Hor. My widow fays,

Thus the conceives her tale.

Pet. Very well mended.— Kifs 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 hufband, being troubled with a fhrew,
Measures my husband's forrow 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 thefe quick-witted folks? Gre. Believe me, fir, they but heads well together. Bia. How! head, and but? an hafty-witted body Would fay, 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 fleep again.

Pet. Nay, that you fhall not; fince 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 purfue me as you draw your bow :- [rifing. You're welcome all. [Exit; Cat. and Wid. follow. Pet. She hath prevented me.-Here, fignior Tranio, [Filling.

This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not;
Therefore, a health to all that shot and mifs'd. [Drinks.
Tra. O, fir, Lucentio flipt me like his grey-hound,
Which runs himself, and catches for his master.

Pet. A good fwift fimile,-but fomething currifh.
Tra. 'Tis well, fir, that you hunted for yourself;
'Tis thought, your deer does hold you at a bay.
Bap. Oh ho, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now.

Luc. I thank you for that gird, good Tranio.
Hor. Confefs, confefs, hath he not hit you here?
Pet. 'A 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 out-right.

Bap. Now, in good sadness, fon Petruchio,

I think thou haft the verieft fhrew of all.

Pet. Well, I fay-no: and therefore, for affurance,
Please you, let's each one fend unto his wife ;
And he, whofe wife is most obedient

To come at firft when he doth fend for her,
Shall win the wager which we will propose.
Hor. Content: The wager?

Luc. Twenty crowns.

Pet. Twenty crowns!

I'll venture fo much on my hawk, or houna,
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.-Here, where are you? Go, Biondello, bid your mistress come to me. Bio. I go.

[Exit.

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

Re-enter Biondello.

How now! what news?

Bio. Sir, my mistress sends you word

That she is busy, and fhe cannot come.

Pet. How! he is bufy, and she cannot come ?

Is that an answer ?

Gre. Ay, and a kind one too :

Pray Heav'n, fir, your wife fend you not a worse.

Pet. I hope, a better.

Hor. Sirrah Biondello, go, and entreat

To come to me forthwith.

Pet. Oh ho, entreat her!

Nay, then the muft needs come.

Hor. I am afraid, fir,

Do what you can, yours will not be entreated.

Re-enter Biondello.

Now, where's my wife?

Bio. She fays, you have fome goodly jeft in hand, She will not come; she bids you come to her.

Pet. Worfe and worse ;

She will not come! O vile, intolerable,

Not to be endur'd !-Here, firrah Grumio,

Go to your mistress; fay, I command her come to me.

Hor. I know her answer.

[Exit Gru.

Pet. What?

Hor. That he will not.

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

Enter Catherine.

Bap. Now, by my holidam, here comes Catherina!
Cat. What is your will, fir, that you fend for me?
Pet. Where is your fifter, and Hortenfio's wife?
Cat. They fit conferring by the parlor fire.

Pet. Go, fetch them hither; if they deny to come, Swindge me them foundly forth unto their husbands: Away, 1 fay, and bring them hither straight.

[Exit Catherine. Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder. Hor. And fo it is; I wonder what it bodes.

Pet. Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life, And awful rule, and right fupremacy;

And, to be short, what not, that's fweet and happy.

Bap. Now fair befal thee, good Petruchio!

The wager thou hast won, and I will add
Unto their lofles twenty thousand crowns;
Another dowry to another daughter,
For fhe is chang'd as she had never been.
Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet;
And how more sign of her obedience,
Her new-built virtue of obedience.—