Enter Pedant with servants, Baptista, 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 lilken doublet, a velvet hose, a scarlet cloak and a copatain bat: oh, I am undone! I am undone! while I play the good husband at home, my son and my fervants spend all at the university.

Tra. How now, what's the matter ?
Bap. What, is this man lunatic ?
Tra. Sir,

you

seem a sober ancient gentleman by your habit, but your words shew you a madman. 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 sailmaker in Bergamo.

Bap. You mistake, Sir, you mistake, Sir; 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.

Ped. Away, away, mad afs! 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 Jay hold of him, I charge you in the Duke's name; ch, my son, my son, tell me, thou villain, where is my fon Lucentio ?

Tra. Call forth an officer ; carry this mad knave to the jail ; Father Baptista, I charge you, see that he be forthcoming.

Vin. Carry me to jail !
Gre. Stay, officer, he shall not go to prison.

Bar. Talk not, Signior Greinio : I say, he fall go to prison.

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

Ped. Swear, if thou dar'ft.
Gre. Nay, I dare not {wear it.
Tra. Then thou wert best say that I am not Lucentio ?

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Gre. Yes, I know thee to be Signior Lucentio.
Bap. Away with the dotard, to the jail with him.

Enter Lucentio and Bianca. l'in. Thus strangers may be hal’d and abus'd; oh, monstrous 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.

S CE N E Luc. Pardon, sweet father.

[Kneeling. Vin. Lives my sweet fon? Bian. Pardon, dear father. Bap. How haft thou offended? where is Lucentio ? Luc. Here's Lucentio, right lon to the right Vin

centio, That have by marriage made thy daughter mine : While counterfeit supposers bleer'd thine eyne.

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

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

Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio ? Bian. 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 inforc'd him to; Then pardon him, sweet father, for

my

fake. Vin. I'll fit the villain's nose that would have fent me to the jail.

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

Vin. Fear not, Baptista, we will content you, go to : but I will in, to be reveng'd on this villain. [Exit. Bap. And I, to found the depth 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 hare of the feast. [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 midst of the street ?
Pet. What, art thou alham’d of me?
Cath. No, Sir, God forbid ! but asham'd to kiss,
Pet. Why, then let's home again : come, firrah, let's

away.
Cath. Nay, I will give thee a kiss

s; now pray thee, love, ftay. Pet. Is not this well ? come, my sweet Kate ; Better once than never, for never too late. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV. Changes to Lucentio's apartments*.

Enter Baptista, Petruchio, Hortensio, Lucentio, and

the reft. Bap. Now, in good sadness, fon Petruchio, I think thou hast the veriest shrew of all.

-apartments. Enter Baptista, Vincentio, Gremio, Pedant, Lucentio, Bianca, Tra

nio, Biondello, Petruchio, Catharina, Grumio, Hortensio, and
widow. Tranio's servants bringing in a banquet.

Luc. At lalt, tho' 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, sister Catharine,
And thou, Hortensio, with thy loving widow,
Feast with the best, and welcome to my house :
My banquet is to close our stomachs up
After our great good cheer : pray you, sit down ;
For now we sit to chat, as well as eat.

Pet. Nothing but sit and sit, 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 afeard.

Pet. You are very sensible, and yet you miss my sense,
I mean, Hortensio is afeard of you.

Wid. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns round.
Pe. Roundly replied.

Pet. Well, I say, no; and therefore for assurance,
Let's each one send unto his wife, and he
Whose wife is most obedient to come first,
When he doth send for her, shall win the wager.

Cath. Mistrefs, how mean you that?
Wid. Thus I conceive by him.
Pet. Conceives by me, how likes Hortensio that?
Hor. My widow says, thus the conceives her tale.
Pct. Very well mended; kiss him for that, good widow.

Cath. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns round-
I pray you, tell me what you meant by thạt.

Wid. Your husband, being troubled with a fhrew,
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 Hortensio.
Bap. How likes Grenrio these quick-witted folks ?
Gre. Believe me, Sir, they butt heads together well.

Bian. Head and butt? an hally-witted body
Would say, your head and butt were head and horn.

Vin. Ay, Mistress Bride, hath that awaken’d you?
Bian. Ay, but not frighted me, therefore I'll sleep again.

Pet. Nay, that thou thalt not, since you have begun :
Have at you for a better jest or two.

Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to Thift my bula :
And then pursue me, as you draw your bow:
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 shot and miss'd.

Tra. Oh, Sir, Lucentio lipp'd me like his grey-hound,
Which runs himself, and catches for his master.

Pet. A good iwift simile, but something currilh.

Tra. 'Tis well, Sir, that you hunted for yourtelf;
'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. Confess, confess, hath he not hit

you

there?
Pet. He has a little gall’d me, I confess;
And as the jest did glance away from me,
'Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright.

Enter Baptista, &c.

Hor. Content, what wager ?
Luc. Twenty crowns.

Pet. Twenty crowns !
I'll venture so much on my hawk or hound,
But twenty times so much upon my wife.

Luc. A hundred then.
Hor. Content.
Pet. A match ; 'tis done.
Hor. Who shall begin ?

Luc. That will I.
Go, Biondello, bid your mistress come to me.
Bion. I
go.

[Exit. Bap. Son, I'll be

your

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

Re-enter Biondello. How now, what news?

Bion. Sir, my mistress sends you word That she is busy, and cannot come. Pet. How? she's busy, and cannot come, is that an

answer? Gre. Ay, and a kind one too : Pray God, Sir, your wife send you not a worse.

Pet. I hope better.

Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go, and intreat my wife to come to me forthwith.

[Exit Biondello, Pet. Oh, oh! intrčat her! nay, then she needs nust

come.

Hor. I am afraid, Sir, do you what you can,

Enter Biondello. Your's will not be intreated. Now, where's my wife ?

Bion. She says, you have some goodly jest in hand; She will not come : She bids you come to her.

Pet. Worse and worse, she will not come !
Oh vile, intolerable, not to be endur’d.
Sirrah, Grumio, go to your mistress,
Say, I command her to come to me.

[Exit Gru.
Hor. I know her answer.
Pet. What ?
Hor. She will not.
Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there's an end.