Enter Petruchio, Katharina, and Hortenfio.

Pet. Come on a God's name, once more towards our Fa ther's. Good Lord, how bright and goodly fhines the Moon. Kath. The Moon! the Sun; it is not Moon-light now. Pet. I fay it is the Moon that fhines bright.

Kath. I know it is the Sun that fhines fo bright.
Pet. Now by my Mother's Son, and that's my self,
It fhall be Moon, or Star, or what I'lift,

Or e'er I journey to your Father's House:
Go on, and fetch our Horfes back again.
Evermore croft and croft, nothing but croft.

Hor. Say as he fays, or we fhall never go.

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Kath. Forward I pray, fince we have come fo far,
And be it Moon, or Sun, or what you please
And if you please to call it a Rufh Candle,
Henceforth I vow it fhall be fo for me.
Pet. I fay it is the Moon.

Kath. I know it is the Moon.

Pet. Nay then you lye; it is the bleffed Sun,
Kath. Then God be bleft, it is the bluffed Sun,
But Sun it is not, when you fay it is not
And the Moon changes even as your Mind.
What you will have it nam'd, even that it is,
And fo it fhall be, f, for Katherine.'

Hor. Petruchio, go thy way, the Field is won.

Pet. Well, forward, forward, thus the Bowl fhould run; And not unluckily against the Bias:

But foft, Company is coming here.

Enter Vincentio.

[To Vin.

Good Morrow, gentle Miftref, where away?
Tell me, fweet Kate, and tell me truly too,
Haft thou beheld a fresher Gentlewoman:
Such war of white and red within her Cheeks:
What Stars do fpangle Heav'n with fuch Beauty,
As thofe two Eyes become the heav'nly Face?
Fair lovely Maid, once more good day to thee:
Sweet Kate, embrace her for her Beauties fake.
Her. He will make the Man mad to make a Woman of
him.

Kath. Young budding Virgin, fair, and fresh, and sweet> Whither away, or where is thy Aboad? Happy the Parents of fo fair a Child; Happier the Man whom favourable Stars

Allots thee for his lovely Bedfellow.

Pet. Why how now, Kate, I hope thou art not mad!
This is a Man, old, wrinkled, faded, whithered,
And not a Maiden, as thou fay'ft he is.

Kath. Pardon, old Father, my mistaken Eyes,
That have been fo bedazled with the Sun,
That every thing I look on feemeth green.
Now I perceive thou art a reverend Father
Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad miftaking.

Pet. Do, good old Grandfir, and withal make known
Which way thou travelleft; if along with us,
We shall be joyful of thy Company.

Vin. Fair Sir, and you my merry Miftrefs,
That with your frange Encounter much amaz'd me:
My Name is call'd Vincentio, my Dwelling Pifa,
And bound I am to Padua, there to vifit

A Son of mine, which long I have not feen.
Pet. What is his Name?

Vin. Lucentio, Gentle Sir.

Pet. Happily met, the happier for thy Son;
And now by Law, as well as reverent Age,
I may intitle thee my loving Father:
The Sifter of my Wife, this Gentlewoman,
Thy Son by this hath married. Wonder not,
Nor be not griev'd, fhe is of good Efteem,
Her Dowry wealthy, and of worthy Birth;
Befide, fo qualified, as may befeem
The Spouse of any noble Gentleman.
Let me embrace with old Vincentio,
And wander we to fee thy honeft Son,
Who will of thy Arrival be full Joyous.
Vin. But is this true, or is it elfe your Pleasure,

Like pleafant Travellers to break a Jeft

Upon the Company you overtake?

Hor. I do affure thee Father, fo it is.

Pet. Come, go along, and fee the Truth hereof.

For our firft Merriment hath made thee jealous. [Exeunt.

Hor.

Hor. Well Petruchio, this hath put me in Heart.
Have to my Widow, and if the be froward,
Then haft thou taught Hortenfio to be untoward.

[Exit.

Enter Biondello, Lucentio and Bianca, Gremio walking on one Side

Bion. Softly and fwiftly, Sir, for the Prieft is ready. Luc. I fly, Biondello, but they may chance to need thee at Home, therefore leave us.

Bion. Nay, Faith, I'll fee the Church a your Back, and then come back to my Miftrefs as foon as I can. [Exeunt. Gre. I marvel Cambio comes not all this while.

Enter Petruchio, Katharina, Vincentio and Grumio, with Attendants.

Pet. Sir, here's the Door, this is Lucentio's House, My Father's bears more toward the Market-Place, Thither muft I, and here I leave you, Sir.

Vin. You ihall not chufe but drink before you go; I think I fhall command your welcome here; And by all Likelihood fome Cheer is toward. [Knock Gre. They're bufie within, you were best knock louder. [Pedant looks out of the Window. Ped. What's he that knocks as he woud beat down the Gate?

Vin. Is Signior Lucentio within, Sir?

Ped. He's within, Sir, but not to be fpoken withal. Vin. What if a Man bring him a hundred Pound or two to make merry withal.

Ped. Keep your hundred Pounds to your felf, he fhall need none as long as I live.

Pet. Nay, I told you your Son was belov'd in Padua; do you hear, Sir, to leave frivolous Circumftances; I pray you tell Signior Lucentio that his Father is come from Pifa, and is here at the Door to speak with him.

Ped. Thou lieft, his Father is come from Padua, and here Icoking out the Window.

Fin. Art thou his Father?

Ped. Ay, Sir, fo his Mother fays, if I may believe her. Pet. Why how now, Gentleman! why this is flat. Kna

very to take upon you another Man's Name.

Ped.

Ped. Lay Hands on the Villain, I believe he means to cozen fome Body in this City under my Countenance. 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.
Bion. I hope I may chufe, Sir.

[Seeing Biondello.

Vin. Come hither you Rogue, what have you forgot me? Bion. Forget you, no Sir: I could not forget you, for I never faw you before in all my Life.

Vin. What, you notorious Villain, did'ft 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 ?

me.

[He beats Biondello. Bion. Help, help, help, here's a Mad-man will murther

Ped. Help, Son, help Signior Baptifta.

Pet. Preethee, Kate, let's ftand afide, and see the End of this Controverfie.

Enter Pedant with Servants, Baptifta and Tranio.

Tra. Sir, what are you that offer to beat my Servant? 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 Husband at Home, my Son and my Servants fpend all at the Univer fity.

Tra. How now, what's the Matter?

Bap. What, is this Man lunatick?

Tra. Sir, you feem a fober ancient Gentleman by your Ha bit; but your Words fhew you 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 Sail-maker in Bergamo.

Bap. You miftake, Sir, you mistake, Sir; pray what do you think is his Name?

Kin. His Name, as if I knew not his Name: I have

bicugh

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 Son, and Heir to the Lands of me Signior

Vincemio.

Vin. Lucentio! Oh he hath murthered his Mafter; 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 Lu

centio ?

Tra. Call forth an Officer; carry this mad Knave to the Goal; Father, Baptifta, I charge you fee that he be forthcoming.

Vin Carry me to Goal?

Gre. Stay, Officer, he fhall not go to Prifon.

Bap. Talk not, Signior Gremio: I say he shall go to Prifon..

Gre. Take heed, Signior Baptifta, left you be Cony. catch'd in this Bufinefs; I dare iwear this is the right Vin

centio.

Ped. Swear if thou dar'ft.

Gre. Nay, I dare not fwear it.

Tra. Then thou wert best say, that I am not Lucentio. Gre. Yes, I know thee to be Signior Lucentio.

Bap. A way with the Dotard, to Goal with him.

Enter Lucentio and Bianca.

Vin. Thus Strangers may be hal'd and abus'd; oh monftrous Villain.

Bion. Oh we are fpoil'd, and yonder he is, deny him, forfwear him, or elfe we are all undone.

[Exit Biondello, Tranio and Pedant as fast as may be.

Luc. Pardon, fweet Father.

Vin. Lives my fweet Son?

Bian. Pardon, dear Father.

Kneeling,

Bap. How haft thou offended; where is Lucentio? Luc. Here's Lucentio, right Son to the right Vincentio. That have by Marriage made thy Daughter mine: While counterfeit Suppofers bleer'd thine Eyn. Gre. Here's packing with a witnefs to deceive us all. Vin. Where is that damn'd Villain 7ranio, That fac'd and brav'd me in this Matter fo?

Bap.