SCENE II. Enter Biondello. Bion. I have feen 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. Vin. Come hither, crackhemp. [Seeing Biondello. Bion. I hope, I may chufe, Sir. Vin. Come hither, you rogue; forgot me? what, have you 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, didft 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 madman will murder me. Ped. Help, fon; help, Signior Baptifta. Pet. Pry'thee, Kate, let's ftand afide, and fee the end of this controverfy. [They retire. Enter Pedant with Servants, Baptifta and Tranio. Tra. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my fer vant? Vin. What am I, Sir; nay, what are you, Sir? oh, immortal Gods! oh, fine villain! a filken doublet, a velvet hofe, a scarlet cloak and a copatain hat: oh, I am undone! I am undone while I play the good husband at home, my fon and my fervants fpend all at the University. + A copatain hat, is, I believe, a hat with a conical crown, fuch as was anciently worn by well dressed men. G 4 Tra. Tra. How now, what's the matter? 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 fon, 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 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. Stay, Officer, he fhall not go to prifon. Bap. Talk not, Signior Gremio: I fay, he fhall go to prison. Gre. Take heed, Signior Baptifta, left you be conycatch'd in this bufinefs; I dare fwear, this is the right Vincentio. Ped. Swear, if thou dar'ft. Gre. Nay, I dare not fwear it. Tra. Then thou wert beft fay, that I am not Lu centio. Gre. Yes, I know thee to be Signior Lucentio. Enter 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, forfwear him, or else we are all undone. [Exeunt Biondello, Tranio, and Pedant. SCENE III. Luc. Pardon, fweet Father. [Kneeling. Vin. Lives my sweet son? Bap. How haft thou offended? where is Lucentio ? Luc. Here's Lucentio, right fon to the right Vincentio, That have by marriage made thy daughter mine, Luc. Love wrought thefe miracles. Bianca's love Unto the wished haven of my blifs; What Tranio did, myself enforc'd him to; Then pardon him, fweet Father, for my fake. 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 afking my good will? Vin. Fear not, Baptifta, we will content you, go to: but I will in, to be revenged on this villain. [Exit. Bap. 90 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. Hufband, 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 kifs. let's away. Cath. Nay, I will give thee a kifs; now pray thee, love, stay. Pet. Is not this well? come, my fweet Kate; Better once than never, for never too late. [Exeunt. Enter Baptifta, Vincentio, Gremio, Pedant, Lucentio, Bianca, Tranio, Biondello, Petruchio, Catharina, Grumio, Hortenfio, and Widow. Tranio's fervants bringing in a banquet. Luc. At last, tho' long, our jarring notes agree : And time it is, when raging war is done, To fmile at 'fcapes, and perils over-blown. While I with felf-fame kindness welcome thine; And thou, Hortenfio, with thy loving Widow; I After After our great good cheer: pray you, fit down; Pet. Nothing but fit and fit, and eat and eat! true. Pet. Now, for my life, Hortenfio fears his Widow. Wid. Then never truft me, if I be afeard. Pet. You are very fenfible, and yet you miss my fense: I mean, Hortenfio is afeard of you. Wid. He, that is giddy, thinks, the world turns round. Pet. Roundly replied. Cath. Miftrefs, how mean you that? Wid. Thus I conceive by him. Pet. Conceives by me, how likes Hortenfio that? Hor. My widow fays, thus fhe conceives her tale. Pet. Very well mended; kifs him for that, good Widow. Cath. He, that is giddy thinks, the world turns round I pray you, tell me what you meant by that. Wid. Your hufband, being troubled with a Shrew, Measures my hufband's forrow 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 Hortenfio. Bap. How likes Gremio thefe quick-witted folks? Gre. Believe me, Sir, they butt heads together well. Bian. Head and butt? an hafty-witted body Would |