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 hufband at home, my fon and my fervants spend all at the univerfity.in

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Tra. How now? what's the matter? f.. Bap. What, is this man lunatic ?

Tra. Sir, you seem a fober ancient gentleman by your habit, but your words fhew a madman; 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.

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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 chave brought him up ever fince he was three years old, and his name is Tranio.az.

Ped. Away, away, mad afs! his name is Lucentio, and he is miné only fon, and heir to the lands of me Signior Vincentio.

Vin. Lucentio ! oh, he hath murdered his mafter; 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 prifon.

Gre. Take heed, Signior Baptifta, left you be co

ny-catch'd in this bufinefs; I dare fwear this is the right Vincentio.

Ped. Swear, if thou dareft.

Gre. Nay, I dare not fwear it.

Tra. Then thou wert best fay, 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 haled and abused; oh, monstrous villain!

Bion. Oh, we are spoiled, and yonder he is: deny him, forfwear him, or else we are all undone.

[Exeunt Biondello, Tranio and Pedant.

Luc. Pardon, fweet father.

Vin. Lives my sweet fon?

Bian. Pardon, dear father.

[Kneeling.

Bap. How haft thou offended? where is Lucentio? Luc. Here's Lucentio, right fon to the right Vin

centio,

That have by marriage made thy daughter mine, While counterfeit fuppofers bleered thine eyne.

Gre. Here's packing with a witness to deceive us Vin. Where is that damned villain Tranio, [all! That faced and braved me in this matter fo? Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio? Bian. Cambio is changed into Lucentio.

Luc. Love wrought thefe miracles. Bianca's love Made me exchange my state with Tranio, While he did bear my countenance in the town: And happily I have arrived at last

Unto the wifhed haven of my blifs.

What Tranio did, myself enforced him to;
Then pardon him, fweet father, for my fake.

Vin. I'll fit 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 revenged 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. [Exit. 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. Firft kifs me, Kate, and we will. Cath. What, in the midst of the street? Pet. What, art thou afhamed of me?

Cath. No, Sir, God forbid! but afhamed to kiss. Pet. Why, then let's home again: come, firrah, let's 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 BAPTISTA, VINCENTIO, GREMIO, Pedant, LUCENTIO, BIANCA, TRANIO, BIONDELLO, PETRUCHIO, CATHARINA, GRUMIO, HORTENSIO, and Widow. Tranio's Servants 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. My fair Bianca, bid my father welcome, While I with felf-fame kindness welcome thine; Brother Petruchio, fifter Catharine, Ꮓ

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And thou, Hortenfio, with thy loving widow,
Feast 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.

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

true.

Pet. (35) 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 fenfe: I mean, Hortenfio is afeard of you.

Wid. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns Pet. Roundly replied.

Cath. Miftrefs, how mean you that?

Wid. Thus I conceive by him,

[round.

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.

(25) Now, for my life, Hortenfio fears his widow.

Hor. Then never trust me if I be afeard.] This line was first placed to Hortenfio by the fecond folio edition : Mr Rowe followed that regulation; and Mr Pope very judiciously has followed him. But the old quartos and first folio impreflion rightly place it to the Widow: and it is evident by Petruchio's immediate reply, that it must belong to her. Petruchio fays, Hortenfio fears his widow. Widow understanding this as if Petruchio had meant that Hortenfio affrighted her, put her into fears, denies that fhe was afraid of him. Nay, fays Petruchio, don't be too fenfible, don't mistake my meaning; Hortenfio, I fay, is in fear of you.

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Cath. He that is giddy thinks the world turns

round

I pray you tell me what you meant by that.

Wid. Your husband, being troubled with a fhrew, Measures my husband'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 fay, your head and butt were head and horn. Vin. Ay, mistress bride, hath that awakened you? Bian. Ay, but not frighted me, therefore I'll fleep

again.

Pet. Nay, that thou shalt not, fince you have begun: Have at you for a better jeft or two.

Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to fhift 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 aimed at, tho' you hit it not;

Therefore a health to all that fhot and miffed. Tra. Oh, Sir, Lucentio flipped me like his grayhound,

Which runs himself, and catches for his master. Pet. A good fwift fimile, but fomething currif