Pet. Come, go along, and fee the truth hereof; For our firft merriment hath made thee jealous. [Exe. Hor. Well, Petruchio, this hath put me in heart. Have to my widow; and if she be froward, Then haft thou taught Hortenfio to be untoward. [Exit. SCENE, before Lucentio's Houfe. Enter Biondello, Lucentio and Bianca, Gremio Bion. Softly and fwiftly, Sir, for the Prieft is ready. Luc. I fly, Biondello; but they may chance to need thee at home, therefore leave us. Bion. Nay, faith, I'll fee the church o' your back, (24) 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 house, My Father's bears more towards the Market-place; Thither muft I, and here I leave you, Sir. Vin. You fhall not chufe but drink before you go; I think, I shall command your welcome here; And by all likelihood fome cheer is toward. [Knock, Gre. They're bufie within, you were beft knock louder. [Pedant looks out of the window. (24) And then come back to my Mistress as foon as I can.] The Editions all agree in this Reading; but what Mistress was Biondello to come back to? He must certainly mean; "Nay, faith, Sir, I must see you in "the Church; and then, for fear I should be wanted, I'll run back to "wait on Tranio, who at prefent perfonates you, and whom therefore I at prefent acknowledge for my Mafier." Ped. 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 your felf, 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 Pisa, and is here at the door to speak 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 her. may believe Pet. 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, he means to cozen somebody in this City under my countenance. Enter Biondello. Bion. I have seen them in the Church together. God fend 'em good shipping! but who is here? mine old Mafter Vincentio? now we are undone, and brought to nothing. [Seeing Biondello. Vin. Come hither, crackhemp. Bion. I hope, I may chuse, Sir. Vin. Come hither, you rogue; what, have you forgot me? 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, didst 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 mad-man will mur ther me. Ped. Help, Son; help, Signior Baptifta. Pet. Pr'ythee, Kate, let's ftand afide, and fee the end of this controverfie. [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 fcarlet cloak and a copatain hat: 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 lunatick? Tra. Sir, you feem a fober 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 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 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. Vin. Lucentio! oh, he hath murthered 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. Gre. Stay, Officer, he shall not go to prifon. Bap. Talk not, Signior Gremio: I say, he shall go to prison. Gre. Take heed, Signior Baptifta, left you be conycatch'd in this business; 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. Bap. Away with the dotard, to the jail with him! Enter Lucentio and Bianca. Vin. Thus ftrangers may be hal'd and abus'd; oh, monftrous villain! Bion. Oh, we are spoil'd, and yonder he is, deny him, förfwear him, or else we are all undone. [Exeunt Biondello, Tranio and Pedant. [Kneeling. Luc. Pardon, fweet Father. Vin. Lives my fweet Son? Bian. Pardon, dear Father. Bap. How haft thou offended? where is Lucentio? Luc. Here's Lucentio, right Son to the right Vincentio, That have by marriage made thy Daughter mine: Gre. Here's packing with a witness to deceive us all. That fac'd and brav'd me in this matter fo? Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's love Made me exchange my ftate with Tranio, While he did bear my countenance in the town; Unto the wished haven of my blifs; Vin. I'll flit the villain's nofe, 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, Baptifta, 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 reft, Out of hope of all, but my fhare of the feaft. [Exit. [Petruchio and Catharina, advancing. Cath. 'Husband, let's follow, to fee the end of this ado. Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will. Cath. No, Sir, God forbid! but afham'd to kiss, away. Cath. Nay, I will give thee a kifs; now pray thee, love, ftay, Pet. Is not this well? come, my fweet Kate; Better once than never, for never too late. [Exeunt. SCENE changes to Lucentio's Apartments. Enter Baptifta, Vincentio, Gremio, Pedant, Lucentio, Bianca, Tranio, Biondello, Petruchio, Catharina, Grumio, Hortenfio, and Widow. Tranio's fervants bringing in a banquet, Luc. A T laft, tho' long, our jarring notes agree; And time it is, when raging war is done, To smile at 'scapes and perils over-blown. My fair Bianca, bid my Father welcome, While I with felf-fame kindness welcome thine; Brother Petruchio, Sifter Catharine, And |