Enter Lucentio and Bianca. Vin. Thus ftrangers may be hal'd and abus'd; oh, monftrous villain! Bion. Oh, we are fpoil'd, and yonder he is, deny him, förfwear him, or elfe we are all undone, [Exeunt Biondello, Tranio, and Pedant. [Kneeling. Vin. Lives my fweet fon? Bap. How haft thou offended? where is Lucentio ? centio, That have by marriage made thy daughter mine, Luc. Love wrought thefe miracles. Bianca's love Unto the wished haven of blifs; my What Tranio did, myself enforc'd him to; 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 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. Bap. And I, to found the depth of this knavery. [Exit. Luc. Look not pale, Bianca, thy Father will not [Exeunt. frown. 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. Pet. Why, then let's home again: come, firrah, 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. SCE NE IV. Changes to Lucentio's Apartments. [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 laft, 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! Hor. For both our fakes, I would that word were true. Pet. Now, for my life, Hortenfio fears his Widow. Wid. Then never trust me, if I be afeard. Pet. You are very fenfible, and yet you mifs 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? Cath. He, that is giddy thinks, the world turns I pray you, tell me what you meant by that. Wid. Your hufband, being troubled with a Shrew, 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. 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 Would fay, your head and butt were head and horn. 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 bufh: [Exeunt Bianca, Catharine, and Widow. Pet. She hath prevented me. Here, Signior Tranio, This bird you aim'd at, at, tho' you hit it not; Tra. Oh, Sir, Lucentio flip'd me like his grey-hound, Which runs himfelf, and catches for his master. Pet. A good fwift Simile, but fomething currifh. Bap. Now, in good fadnefs, fon Petruchio, Pet. Well, I fay, no; and therefore for affurance, Hor. Content; Luc. Twenty crowns. Swift, befides the original fenfe of Speedy in motion, fignified witty, quick-wi ted. So in As you like it, the Duke fays of the clown, He is very swift and fententious. Quick is now used in what wager, ? I'll venture fo much on my hawk or hound, Hor. Content. Pet. A match, 'tis done. Go, Biondello, bid your Mistress come to me. Bion. 1 go. Bap. Son, I'll be your half, Bianca comes. [Exit. Luc. I'll have no halves: I'll bear it all myself. Re-enter Biondello. How now, what news? Bion. Sir, my Mistress fends you word That fhe is bufy, and cannot come. Pet. How? fhe's bufy and cannot come, is that an anfwer? Gre. Ay, and a kind one too : Pray, God, Sir, your wife fend you not a worse. Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go and intreat my wife to come to me forthwith. [Exit Biondello. Pet. Oh, ho! intreat her! nay, then fhe needs mult .come. Hor. I am afraid, Sir, do you what you can, Enter Biondello. Yours will not be intreated: now, where's my wife? Oh vile, intolerable, not to be indur'd: Sirrah, Grumio, go'to your mistress, Say, I command her to come to me. [Exit Grumio. Hor. I know her answer, Pet. |