Vin. Come hither, you rogue. What, have you forgot me ? ACT V. SCENE I.-Padua. Before Lucentio's House. Enter on one side Biondello, Lucentio, and Bianca; Gremio walking on the other side. Bion. Softly and swiftly, sir; for the priest is ready. Luc. I fly, Biondello; but they may chance to need thee at home; therefore leave us. Bion. Nay, faith, I'll see the church o' your back; and then come back to my master as soon as I can. [Exeunt Lucentio, Bianca, and Biondello. Gre. I marvel Cambio comes not all this while. Enter Petruchio, Katharina, Vincentio, and Attendants. Pet. Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's house: [place; My father's bears more toward the marketThither must I, and here I leave you, sir. Vin. You shall not choose but drink before you go: I think I shall command your welcome here, And, by all likelihood, some cheer is toward. [Knocks. Gre. They're busy within; you were best knock louder. Enter Pedant above, at a window. Ped. What's he, that knocks as he would beat down 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: be shall need none, so long as I live. Pet. Nay, I told you your son was well beloved in Padua.-Do you hear, sir ?—to leave frivolous circumstances,-I pray you, tell signior Lucentio, that his father is come from Pisa, and is here at the door to speak with him. Ped. Thou liest: his father is come from Pisa, and here looking out at the window. Viz. Art thou his father? Ped. Ay, sir; so his mother says, if I may believe her. Pet. [To Vincen.] Why, how now, gentleman! why, this is flat knavery, to take upon you another man's name. Ped. Lay hands on the villain. I believe, 'a means to cozen somebody in this city under my countenance. Re-enter Biondello. Bion. Forgot you! no, sir: I could not forget you, for I never saw you before in all my life. Vin. What, you notorious villain, didst thou never see thy master's father, Vincentio ? Bion. What, my old, worshipful old master? yes, marry, sir: see where he looks out of the window. Vin. Is't so, indeed? [Beats Biondello. Bion. Help, help, help! here's a madmau will murder me. [Exit. Ped. Help, son! help, signior Baptista! [Exit from the window. Pet. Pr'ythee, Kate, let's stand aside, and see the end of this controversy. [They retire. Re-enter Pedant below; Baptista, Tranio, and Servants. Tra. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my servant? Vin. What am I, sir! nay, what are you, sir?-O immortal gods! O fine villain! A silken doublet! a velvet hose! a scarlet cloak ! and a copatain hat !-O, I am undone! I am 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? Tra. Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman by your habit, but your words show you a madman. Why, sir, what 'cerns 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 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 ass! his name is Lucentio; and he is mine only son, and heir to the lands of me, signior Vincentio. Vin. Lucentio ! O, he hath murdered his master! Lay hold on him, I charge you in the duke's name.-O my son, my son !-tell me, thou villain, where is my son Lucentio? Tra. Call forth an officer. Enter one with an Officer. Carry this mad knave to the jail.-Father Baptista, I charge you see that he be forthcoming. 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, lest you Bion. I have seen them in the church to-be cony-catched in this business: I dare swear gether: God send 'em good shipping!-But this is the right Vincentio. who is here? mine old master, Vincentio ! now we are undone, and brought to nothing. Vin. [Seeing Bion.] Come hither, crack Ped. Swear, if thou darest. Tra. Then thou wert best say, that I am Bion. I hope I may choose, sir. [hemp.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 haled and O monstrous villain ! [abused:Re-enter Biondello, with Lucentio and Bianca. Bion. O, we are spoiled and-yonder he is : deny him, forswear him, or else we are all undone. Luc. [Kneeling.] Pardon, sweet father. Where is Lucentio ? 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? Bian. Cambio is chang'd into Lucentio. Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's love Made me exchange my state with Tranio, Bap. [To Lucentio.] 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 revenged for this villainy. [Exit. SCENE II.-A Room in Lucentio's House. A Banquet set out. Enter Baptista, Vincentio, Gremio, the Pedant, Lucentio, Bianca, Petruchio, Katharina, Hortensio, and Widow. Tranio, Biondello, Grumio, and others, attending. Luc. At last, though long, our jarring notes agree: And time it is, when raging war is done, Brother Petruchio,-sister Katharina,— [They sit at table. Pet. Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat! [truchio. Bap. Padua affords this kindness, son PePet. Padua affords nothing but what is kind. Hor. For both our sakes, I would that word [widow. were true. Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this knavery. [Exit. I Luc. Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not frown. [Exeunt Luc. and Bian. Gre. My cake is dough; but I'll in among the rest; Out of hope of all, but my share of the feast. [Exit. Petruchio and Katharina advance. Kath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end of this ado. Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will. Pet. Why then, let's home again.-Come, sirrah, let's away. Hortensio is afeared of you. Wid. He that is giddy thinks the world Pet. Roundly replied. [turns round. Kath. Mistress, how mean you that ? Wid. Thus I conceive by him. tensio that? Pet. Conceives by me!-How likes Hor[her tale. Hor. My widow says, thus she conceives Pet. Very well mended.-Kiss him for that, good widow. [turns round: Kath. He that is giddy thinks the world pray you, tell me what you meant by that. Wid. Your husband, being troubled with a shrew, Measures my husband's sorrow by his woe: Right, I mean you. Kath. And I am mean, indeed, respecting Gre. Believe me, sir, they butt together well. Bian. Head and butt! a hasty-witted body Would say, your head and butt were head and horn. [you? Vin. Ay, mistress bride, hath that awaken'd Bian. Ay, but not frighted me; therefore Re-enter Biondello. [begun, Now, where's my wife? I'll sleep again. [Exeunt Bianca, Katharina, and Widow. Pet. She hath prevented me.-Here, signior Tranio; This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not, greyhound, Which runs himself, and catches for his master. Pet. A good swift simile, but something currish. [yourself: Tra. Tis well, sir, that you hunted for Pet. 'A has a little gall'd me, I confess ; surance, Let's each one send unto his wife; Twenty crowns. Pet. Twenty crowns! Hor. Pet. Hor. Who shall begin? [in hand : Bion. She says you have some goodly jest Re-enter Katharina. Pet. What? quiet life, An awful rule, and right supremacy; And, to be short, what not, that's sweet and Bap. Now, fair befall thee, good Petruchio! Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet, Content. That will I.Go, Biondello, bid your mistress come to me. Bion. 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? Bion. Sir, my mistress sends you word Pet. O ho entreat her ! I am afraid, sir, Unapt to toil and trouble in the world, Pet. I say she shall :-and first begin with Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and her. [kind brow; smooth, Kath. Fie, fie! unknit that threat'ning unAnd dart not scornful glances from those eyes, To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor : It blots thy beauty, as frosts bite the meads; Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair And in no sense is meet or amiable. [buds; A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty; And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty Will deign to sip, or touch one drop of it. Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance; commits his body And craves no other tribute at thy hands, Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway, That seeming to be most, which we least are. toward. Luc. But a harsh hearing, when women are froward. Pet. Come, Kate, we'll to bed. We three are married, but you two are sped. And, being a winner, God give you good night! Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will Steward, Clown, and Page to the Countess of Lords, Officers, Soldiers, &c., French and Rousillon. Countess of Rousillon, Mother to Bertram. Florentine. SCENE,-Partly in France and partly in Tuscany. ACT I. SCENE I.-Rousillon. A Room in the Enter Bertram, the Countess of Rousillon, Helena, and Lafeu. Ber. And I, in going, madam, weep o'er my father's death anew; but I must attend his majesty's command, to whom I am now in ward, evermore in subjection. Laf. You shall find of the king a husband, madam ;-you, sir, a father: he that so gener Count. In delivering my son from me, I ally is at all times good, must of necessity hold bury a second husband. This virtue to you; whose worthiness would stir it up where it wanted, rather than lack where there is such abundance. Count. What hope is there of his majesty's amendment? Contend for empire in thee, and thy goodness Share with thy birthright! Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend Laf. He hath abandoned his physicians, Under thy own life's key: be check'd for madam; under whose practices he hath per- silence, [more will, secuted time with hope; and finds no other But never tax'd for speech. What heaven advantage in the process but only the losing of That thee may furnish, and my prayers pluck hope by time. Count. This young gentlewoman had a father, (0, that had!" how sad a passage 'tis!) whose skill was almost as great as his honesty; had it stretched so far, would have made nature immortal, and death should have play for lack of work. Would, for the king's sake, he were living! I think it would be the death of the king's disease. Laf. How called you the man you speak of, madam? Count. He was famous, sir, in his profession, and it was his great right to be so,-Gerard de Narbon. Laf. He was excellent, indeed, madam: the king very lately spoke of him admiringly and mourningly he was skilful enough to have lived still, if knowledge could be set up against mortality. Ber. What is it, my good lord, the king Laf. I would it were not notorious.-Was this gentlewoman the daughter of Gerard de Narbon? Count. His sole child, my lord; and bequeathed to my overlooking. I have those hopes of her good that her education promises: her dispositions she inherits, which make fair gifts fairer; for where an unclean mind carries virtuous qualities, there commendations go with pity,-they are virtues and traitors too in her they are the better for their simpleness; she derives her honesty, and achieves her goodness. Laf. Your commendations, madam, get from her tears. Count. 'Tis the best brine a maiden can season her praise in. The remembrance of her father never approaches her heart, but the tyranny of her sorrows takes all livelihood from ber cheek. No more of this, Helena,--go to, no more; lest it be rather thought you affect a sorrow, than to have. Hel. I do affect a sorrow, indeed; but I have it too. Laf. Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead; excessive grief the enemy to the living. Hel. If the living be enemy to the grief, the excess makes it soon mortal. Ber. Madam, I desire your holy wishes. In manners, as in shape! thy blood and virtuel down, Fall on thy head! Farewell.-My lord, He cannot want the best Farewell, Bertram. Heaven bless him! [Exit. Ber. [To Helena.] The best wishes that can be forged in your thought be servants to you! Be comfortable to my mother, your mistress, and make much of her. Laf. Farewell, pretty lady: you must hold the credit of your father. father; [Exeunt Bertram and Lafeu. To see him every hour; to sit and draw One that goes with him: I love him for his |