Ped. Help, fon; help, Signior Baptifta. Pet. Pr’ythee, Kate, let's Itand aside, and see the end of this controversy.

[Tbey retire.

Enter Pedant with Servants, Baptista and Tranio.

your habit, but

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 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 pow, what's the matter?
Bap. What, is this man lunatick?
Tra. Sir, you seem a sober antient gentleman by

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.

Din. 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 murdered 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?

Trai Call forth an officer; carry this mad knave to the jail : Father Baptifla, I charge you, see, that he be forth-coming.

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

Bap. Talk not, Signior Gremio: I say, he fall go to prison.

Gre,

Gre. Take heed, Signior Baptifta, left you be cony catch'd in this business; I dare swear, 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 strangers may be hald and abus'd ; oh, monstrous villain !

Bion. Oh, we are spoil'd, and yonder he is, deny him, forswear him, or else we are all undone.

Exeunt Biondello, Tranio and Pedant. 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 fon to the right Vincentie, 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 bray'd me in this matter fo?

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 Tranic,
While he did bear my countenance in the town;
And happily I have arrivd at last
Unto the wished haven of my bliss

S;
What Tranio did, myself enforc'd him to;
Then pardon him, sweet father, for my fake.

Vin, I'll sit 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 deph 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, 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 afham'd. of me? 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, ftay. 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, Hortenfio, and Widow. Tranio's

fervants bringing in a banquet. Luc.

A

T laft, tho’long, our jarring notes agree:
To smile at 'scapes and perils over-blown.
My fair Bianca, bid my Father welcome,
While I with self-fame kindness welcome thine;
Brother Petruchio, Sifter Catharine,
And thou, Hortenfio, with thy loving Widow ;
Fealt with the best, and welcome to my house:
My banquet is to close our stomachs up
After our great good cheer: pray you, fit down;
For now we fit to chat, as well as eat.

Pata

Pet. Nothing but fit and fit, and eat and eat!
Bap. Padua affords this kindness, Son Petruchio.
Pet. Padua affords nothing but what is kind.
Hor. For both our fakes, I would that word were trae.
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

fense: I mean, Hortenfo is afeard of you.

Wid. He, that is giddy, thinks, the world turns round
Pet. Roundly replied.
Catho Mistress how mean you that?
Wid. Thus I conceive by him.
Pet. Conceives by me, how likes Hortensio that?
Hor. My widow says, thus she conceives her tale.
Pet. Very well mended; kiss him for that, good Widow,

Cath. He, that is giddy, thinks, the world turns roundI pray you tell me what

you mean by that.
Wid. Your Husband being troubled with a Shrew,
Measures my Husband's sorrow 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 Hortenfioi Bap. How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks ? Gre. Believe me, Sir, they butt heads together well.

Bian. Head and butt? an hafty-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 shalt not, fince you have begun : Have at you for a better jest or two.

Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush : And then pursue me, as you draw your bow.

You

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 hip'd me like his grey hound, Which runs himself, and catches for his master.

Pet. A good swift Simile, but fomething carrih.

Tra. 'Tis well, Sir, that you hunted for yourself: 'Tis thought, your deer does hold you at a bay.

Bap. Oh, oh, Perruchio, 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 owo outright.

Bap. Now, in good fadness, Son Petruchio,
I think, thou hast the veriest Shrew of all.

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

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