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Lay hold on him, I charge you, in the Duke's name: Oh, my son, my son! Tell me, thou villain, where is my son Lucentio?

Tra. Call forth an officer. [Enter one with an Officer.] Carry this mad knave to the gaol.-Father Baptista, I charge you see that he be forthcoming. Vin. Carry me to the gaol!

Gre. Stay, officer; he shall not go to prison.

Bap. Talk not, Signior Gremio; I say, he shall go

to prison.

Gre. Take heed, Signior Baptista, lest you be coney-catched in this business; I dare swear, this is the right Vincentio.

Ped. Swear, if thou darest.

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 gaol with him. Vin. Thus strangers may be haled and abused.— O monstrous villain!

Re-enter BIONDELLO, with LUCENTIO, and BIANCA. Bion. Oh! we are spoiled, and yonder he is; deny him, forswear him, or else we are all undone. Luc. Pardon, sweet father. Vin.

[Kneeling. Lives my sweet son?

[BIONDELLO, TRANIO, and Pedant run out.

Bian. Pardon, dear father.


Where is Lucentio ?



How hast thou offended?

Here's Lucentio,

Right son unto the right Vincentio ;

That have by marriage made thy daughter mine,
While counterfeit supposes blear'd thine eyne.

Gre. Here's packing, with a witness, to deceive us all!

Vin. Where is that damned villain, Tranio, That fac'd and brav'd me in this matter so ?

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 Tranio,

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

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

Vin. I'll slit the villain's nose, that would have sent me to the gaol.

Bap. But do you hear, sir? [To LUCENTIO.] Have you married my daughter without asking my goodwill?

Vin. Fear not, Baptista; we will content you, go to. But I will in, to be revenged for this villainy. [Exit. Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this knavery.

[Exit. Luc. Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not [Exeunt Luc. and BIAN. Gre. My cake is dough. But I'll in among the



Out of hope of all,—but my share of the feast. [Exit. PETRUCHIO and KATHERINE advance.

Kath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end of this ado.

Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will.

Kath. What! in the midst of the street?

Pet. What! art thou ashamed of me?

Kath. No, sir, God forbid; but ashamed to kiss. Pet. Why, then let's home again.-Come, sirrah,

let's away.

Kath. Nay, I will give thee a kiss. Now pray thee,

love, stay.

Pet. Is not this well?-Come, my sweet Kate; Better once than never, for never is too late. [Exeunt.

SCENE II. A Room in Lucentio's House.
A Banquet set out.

MIO, and others, attending.


AT last, though long, our jarring notes agree;

And time it is, when raging war is gone,21

To smile at 'scapes and perils overblown.—
My fair Bianca, bid my father welcome,
While I with selfsame kindness welcome thine.-
Brother Petruchio, sister Katherina,

And thou, Hortensio, 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, sit down;
For now we sit to chat, as well as eat. [They sit at table.
Pet. Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat!
Bap. Padua affords this kindness, son Petruchio.
Pet. Padua affords nothing but what is kind.
Hor. For both our sakes, I would that word were


Pet. Now, for my life, Hortensio fears his widow. Wid. Then never trust me if I be afeard.

Pet. You are very sensible, and yet you miss my


I mean, Hortensio is afeard of you.

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


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


Kath. 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 shrow,
Measures my husband's sorrow by his woe;

And now you know my meaning.


Wid. Right, I mean you.

A very mean meaning.

Kath. 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 HORTENSIO. Bap. And how likes Gremio these quick-witted


Gre. Believe me, sir, they butt together well.

Bian. What! Head and butt? a hasty-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 you shall not; since you have begun, Have at you for a bitter 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, KATHIERINA, and Widow. Pet. She hath prevented me.-Here, Signior Tranio, This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not; Therefore, a health to all that shot and miss'd.

Tra. Osir, Lucentio slipp'd me like his grey hound, Which runs himself, and catches for his master. Pet. A good swift simile, but something currish. Tra. 'Tis well, sir, that you hunted for yourself; 'Tis thought, your deer does hold you at a bay. Bap. O ho! Petruchio, Tranio hits you now. Luc. I thank thee for that gird, good Tranio. Hor. Confess, confess, hath he not hit you here? Pet. 'A 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 two outright.
Bap. Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio,
I think thou hast the veriest shrew of all.

Pet. Well, I say, No; and therefore, for assurance,
Let us, each one, send in unto his wife;
And he, whose wife is most obedient

To come at first when he doth send for her,
Shall win the wager which we will propose.
Hor. Content. What's the wager?



Twenty crowns.

Twenty crowns!

I'll venture so much of my hawk, or hound,
But twenty times so much upon my wife.

Luc. A hundred then.

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Biondello, bid your mistress come to me.

I go. [Exit.
Bap. Son, I will be your half, Bianca comes.
Luc. I'll have no halves; I'll bear it all myself.

Re-enter BIOndello.

How now! what news?


Sir, my mistress sends you That she is busy, and she cannot come.


Pet. How! she is busy, and she cannot come !

Is that an answer?


Ay, and a kind one too.

Pray God, sir, your wife send you not a worse.
Pet. I hope, better.

Hor. Sirrah Biondello, go, and entreat my wife To come to me forthwith.



O ho! entreat her!

Nay, then she must needs come.

I am afraid, sir,

Do what you can, yours will not be entreated.

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