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immortal gods! oh, fine villain ! a filken doublet, a velvet hole, a scarlet cloak and a copatain hat: Oh, I am undone! I am undone! while I play the good husband at home, my
my servants spend all at the university.
Tra. How now, what's the matter ?
Tra. Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman by your habit, but your words shew 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? tin. 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. Lucentio ! oh, he hath murdered his master ; lay hold of him, I charge you, in the Duke's name; oh, my fon, my son, tell me, thou villain where is my son Lucentio?
Tra. Call forth an officer; carry this mad knave to the jail ; father Baptifa, I charge you see, that he be forthcoming
Vin. Carry me to jail?
Bapa Talk not, Signior Gremio : I say, he shall go to prison.
Gre. Take heed, Signior Baptifla, left you conycatch'd in this business; I dare swear, this is the right Vincentio.
Ped. Swear, if thou dar'ft.
Enter Lucentio and Bianca. Vin. Thus strangers may be hald and abus'd ; oh, monstrous villain !
Bion. Oh, we are spoil'd, and yonder he is, deny him, forswear him, or else we are all undone..
[Exeunt Biondello, Tranio and Pedant Luc. Pardon, Tweet Father.
Luc. Here's Lucentio, right fon to the right Vincentio,
Gre. Here's packing with a witness to deceive us all.
Vin. Where is that damn'd villain Trania,
Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's love
Vin. I'll sit the villain's nose, that would have sent me to the jail.
Bap. But do you hear, Sir, have you married my daughter without aking my good will ?
Vin. Fear not, Baptifta, we will content you, go to:
Bap. And I to found the depth of this knavery. (Exit.
[Exeunt. Gre. My cake is dough, but I'll in among the reft, Out of hope of all, but my share of the feaft. (Exit.
[Petruchio and Catharina advancing. Cath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end of this ado. Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will.
Cath. What, in the midt of the street ?
Pet. Is not this well ? come, my sweet Kate;
SCENE changes to Lucentio's Apartments.
Enter Baptifta, Vincentio, Gremio, Pedant, Lucentio,
Jervants bringing in a banquet.
And time it is, when raging war is done,
Pet. Nothing but fit and fit, and eat and eat!
425) Now for my life, Hortenfio fears bis widogo.
Hor. Tben never trust me if I be afoard.] This line was first placed to Hortenfio by the second Folio edition : Mr. Roze follow'd that regulation; and Mr. Pope very judiciously has follow'd him. But the old Quartos and.firft Folio-impreffion rightly place it to the widow : and it is evident by Petruchio's immediate seply, that it must belong to her.. Petruchip says, Hortenfio fears his widow. The widow undesftanding this, as if Parmchaise had meant that Hortenfio affrighted
Wid. Then never trust me, if I be afeard.
fense : I mean, Hortenfio is afeard of you.
Wid. He, that is giddy, thinks the world turns round.
Cath. He, that is giddy, thinks the world turns round-
Wid. Your husband, being troubled with a fhrew,
Cath. A very mean meaning.
[Drinks to Hortenfio. Bap. How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks ?. Gre. Believe me, Şir, they butt heads together well.
Bian. Head and butt? an hafty-witted body
Vin. Ay, mistress bride, hath that awaken'd you
your bird? I mean to shift my bush : And then pursue me, as you
[Exeunt Bianca, Catharine, and Widow. her, put her into fears, denies, that the was afraid of him. Nay, says Petruchio, don't be too sensible, don't miftake my meaning i Hortenfio, I say, is in fear of you.
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 shot and miss'd.
Tra. Oh, Sir, Lucentio flip'd me like his gray-hound, Which runs himself, and catches for his master.
Pet. A good swift fimile, but something currish.
Tra. 'Tis well, Sir, that you hunted for yourself: 'Tis thought, your deer does hold you at a bay.
Bap. Oh, oh, Petruchio, Tranie hits you now.
there? Pet. He has a little gaul'd me, I confess; And as the jest did glance away from me, 'Tis ten to ope it maim'd you two outright.
Bap. Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio, I think, thou hast the veriest shrew of all.
Pet. Well, I say, no ; and therefore for assurance,
Hor. Content; -- what wager?
Luc. A hundred then.
Luc. That will I.
(Exit. Bap. Son, I'll be your half, Bianca comes. Luc. I'll have no halves : I'll bear it all myself.
word That she is busy, and cannot come.