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Pet. Come, go along, and see the truth hereof; For our first 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 Hartenfio to be untoward. [Exit.
A CT V.
SCENE, before Lucentio's House.
Enter Biondello, Lucentio and Bianca, Gremio
walking on one side. Bion.
chance to need thee at home, therefore leave us.
Bion. Nay, faith, I'll see the church o' your back, (24) and then come back to my Master as soon as I cap.
[Exit, Gre. I marvel, Cambio comes not all this while. Enter Petruchio, Catharina, Vincentio and Grumio,
Vin. You shall not chuse but drink before you go;
Gre. They're busie within, you were best knock louder.
[Pedant looks out of the window. (24) And then come back to my Mistress as soon 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 present personates you, and whom therefore I !! at present acknowledge for my Master."
Ped. What's he, that knocks as he would beat down the gate?
Vin. Is Signior Lucentio within, Sir?
Vin. What, if a man bring him a hundred pound or two, to maké merry withal?
Ped. Keep your hundred pounds to your self, he shall 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 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 says, if I her.
Pet. Why, how now, Gentleman ! why, this is flac Ķnavery 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.
Vin. Come hither, crackhemp. (Seeing 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, didft 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 ?
[He beats Biondello.
Bion. Help, help, help, here's a mad-man will murther me.
Ped. Help, Son; help, Signior Baptista.
Pet. Prythee, Kate, let's stand aside, and see the end of this controverfie.
Enter Pedant with Servants, Baptista and Tranio. Tra, Sir, what are you, chat offer to beat my ser
Vin. What am I, Sir; nay, what are you, Sir? oh, immortal Gods! oh, fine villain ! a filken doublet, a velvet hose, a scarlet cloak and a copatain hat : oh, I am undone! I am undone! while I play the good husband at home, my son and 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?
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 ! oh, he hath murthered his Master; lay hold of him, I charge you, in the Duke's name; oh, my son, my son, tell me, thou villain, where is my son Lucentio
Tra. Call forth an Officer ; carry this mad knave to the jail; Father Baptifta, I charge you, see, that he bc forth-coming. Vin. Carry mę to 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, left you
cony: catch'd in this business; I dare swear, this is the right Vincentio.
Ped. Swear, if thou dar'st.
Tra. Then thou wert best say, that I am not Lucen. tio.
Gre. Yes, I know thee to be Signior Lucentio.
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, forfwear him, or else we are all undone.
[Exeunt Biondello, Tranio and Pedagt. Luc. Pardon, Tweet Father.
[Kneeling. Vin. Lives my sweet Son? Bian. Pardon, dear Father. Bap. How haft thou offended? where is Lucentio ? Luc. Here's Lucentio, right Son 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 damn'd villain Tranio,
Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio?
Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's love
enforc'd him to ; Then pardon him, sweet Father, for my fake.
Vin. I'll flit the villain's nose, that would have sent 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 share of the feast. [Exit.
[Petruchio and Catharina, advancing. Cath. 'Husband, ler's follow, to see the end of this ado.
Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will.
Cath. No, Sir, God forbid ! but alham'd to kiss, · Pet. Why, then let's home again: come, firrah, let's
away Cath. Nay, I will give thee a kiss; now pray thee,
love, stay, Pet. Is not this well? come, my sweet Kate; Better once than never, for never too late. [Exeunt.
SCENE changes to Lucentio's Apartments.
Enter Baptista, Vincentio, Gremio, Pedant, Lucentio, Bianca, Tranio, Biondello, Petruchio, Catharina, Grumio, Hortensio, and Widow. Tranio's
servants bringing in a banquet, Luc.
T last, 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 self-same kindness welcome thine ; Brother Petruchio, Sifter Catharine,