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Ped. Help, fon; help, Signior Baptifta. Pet. Pr’ythee, Kate, let's Itand aside, and see the end of this controversy.
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?
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 ?
Bap. Talk not, Signior Gremio: I say, he fall go to prison.
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.
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,
Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio?
Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's love
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.
T laft, tho’long, our jarring notes agree:
Pet. Nothing but fit and fit, and eat and eat!
fense: I mean, Hortenfo is afeard of you.
Wid. He, that is giddy, thinks, the world turns round
Cath. He, that is giddy, thinks, the world turns roundI pray you tell me what
you mean by that.
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 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.
Pet. He has a little gall d me I confess;
Bap. Now, in good fadness, Son Petruchio,
Pet. Well, I say, no; and therefore for assurance,
Hor. Content; what wager?
Pet. Twenty crowns !
Luc. A hundred then.
Luc. That will I.
[Exit, Bap. Son, I'll be your half, Bianca comes. Luc. I'll have no halves : I'll bear it all myself,