Hor. He will make the man mad, to make a wo man of him. Cath. Young budding Virgin, fair, and fresh, and fweet, Whither away, or where is thy abode? Pet. Why, how now, Kate, I hope, thou art not mad! This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, withered, eyes; Cath. Pardon, old Father, my mistaken That have been so będazzled with the fun, That every thing I look on seemeth green. Now I perceive, thou art a reverend Father: . Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad mistaking. Pet. Do, good old Grandfire, and withal make known Which way thou travelleft; if along with us, Vin. Fair Sir, and you my merry Mistress, And bound I am to Padua, there to visit A fon of mine, which long I have not feen. Vin. Lucentio, gentle Sir. Pet. Happily met, the happier for thy son; And And wander we to fee thy honeft Son, Vin. But is this true, or is it clfe your pleasure, Like pleasant travellers, to break a jeft Upon the company you overtake?" Hor. I do affure thee, Father, so it is. Pit. Come, go along, and fee the truth hereof: For our firft merriment hath made thee jealous. [Exeunt Pet. Cath. and Vin. Hor. Well, Petruchio, this hath put me in heart. Have to my widow; and if she be froward, A CT V. SCENE I. Before Lucentio's House. [Exit. Enter Biondello, Lucentio and Bianca, Gremio walking on one fide. BIONDELLO. OFTLY and swiftly, Sir, for the Priest is ready. need thee at home, therefore leave us. Bion. Nay, faith, I'll fee the church o' your back, and then come back to my Mafter as foon as I can. [Exit. Gre. I marvel, Cambio comes not all this while. Enter Petruchio, Catharina, Vincentio and Grumio, with Attendants. Pet. Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's houfe, My Father's bears more towards the Market-place; Thither muft I, and here I leave you, Sir. Vin. You shall not chufe but drink before you go; I think, I think, I fhall command your welcome here; louder. the gate? Vin. Is Signior Lucentio within, Sir? Ped. He's within, Sir, but not to be spoken withal. Vin. What if a man bring him a hundred pound or two, to make merry withal? Ped. Keep your hundred pounds to yourself, he fhall need none as long as I live. Pet. Nay, I told you, your Son was belov'd in Padua. Do you hear, Sir? to leave frivolous circumftances, I pray you, tell Signior Lucentio that his Father is come from Pifa, and is here at the door to fpeak with him. Ped Thou lieft; his Father is come to Padua, and here looking out of the window. Vin. Art thou his Father? Ped. Ay, Sir, fo his Mother fays, if I may believe her. Pet. Why, how now, Gentleman! why, this is flat knavery to take upon you another man's name. Fed. Lay hands on the villain. I believe, he means to cozen fomebody in this city under my countenance. Bion. I SCENE II. Enter Biondello. Have seen them in the Church together. God fend 'em good fhipping! but who is here! mine old Mafter Vincentio? now we are undone, and brought to nothing. Vin. Come hither, crackhemp. Bion. I hope, I may chufe, Sir. Vin. Come hither, you rogue; forgot me? [Seeing Biondello. what, have you Bion. Forgot you? no, Sir: I could not forget you, for I never faw you before in all my life. Vin. What, you notorious villain, didft thou never fee thy Master's Father Vincentio? Bion. What, my old worshipful old mafter? yes, marry, Sir, fee where he looks out of the window. Vin. Is't fo indeed? [He beats Biondello. Bion. Help, help, help, here's a madman will murder me. Ped. Help, Son; help, Signior Baptifta. Pet. Pr'ythee, Kate, let's ftand afide, and fee the end of this controversy. [They retire. Enter Pedant with Servants, Baptifta 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 filken doublet, a velvet hofe, a scarlet cloak and a * copatain hat: oh, I am undone! I am undone! while I play the good husband at home, my fon and my fervants fpend 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 fhew 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 miftake, Sir, you miftake, 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 fince 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. * -copped or pointed. Mr. Pope. Vin. Lucentio! oh, he hath murdered his master; lay hold of him, I charge you, in the Duke's name; oh, my fon, my fon, tell me, thou villain, where is my fon Lucentio? Tra, Call forth an Officer; carry this mad knave to the jail; Father Baptifta, I charge you, fee, that he be forth-coming. Vin. Carry me to jail? Gre. Stay, Officer, he fhall not go to prison. Bap. Talk not, Signior Gremio: I fay, he fhall go to prison. Gre. Take heed, Signior Baptifta, left you be conycatch'd in this bufinefs; I dare fwear, 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. • Enter Lucentio and Bianca. Vin. Thus ftrangers may be hal'd and ahus'd; oh, monftrous villain ! Bion. Oh, we are fpoil'd, and yonder he is, deny him, forfwear him, or elfe we are all undone. [Exeunt Biondello, Tranio and Pedant. Pin Lives my fweet fon? Vin. Bian. Pardon, dear Father. Bap. How haft thou offended? where is Lucentio? Luc. Here's Lucentio, right Son to the right Vin centio, That |