What you will have it named, even that it is,

And fo it fhall be fo for Catharine.

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, fome company is coming here.

Good morrow, gentle miftrefs, where away?

[To Vincentio. 2 Tell me, fweet Kate, and tell me truly too, Haft thou beheld a frefher Gentlewoman? Such war of white and red within her cheeks! What ftars do fpangle heaven with fuch beauty, As those two eyes become that heav'nly face? Fair lovely Maid, once more good day to thee: Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's fake.

2.In the first sketch of this play, printed in 1607, we find two speeches in this place worth preferving, and feeming to be

of the hand of Shakespear, tho' the rest of that play is far inferior.

Fair lovely maiden, young and affable,
More clear of hue, and far more beautiful
Than precious fardonyx, or purple rocks
Of amethifts, or gliftering hyacinth-

-Sweet Catharine, this lovely woman-
Cath. Fair lovely lady, bright and chryftalline,
Beauteous and stately as the eye-train'd bird;
As glorious as the morning wafh'd with dew,
Within whose eyes fhe takes her dawning beams,
And golden fummer fleeps upon thy cheeks.
Wrap up thy radiations in fome cloud,
Left that thy beauty make this stately town
Uninhabitable as the burning zone,
With sweet reflections of thy lovely face.

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POPE..

Hor.

Hor. He will make the man mad, to make a wo man of him.

Cath. Young budding Virgin, fair, and fresh, and fweet,

Whither away, or where is thy aboad?
Happy the Parents of fo fair a child;
Happier the man, whom favourable stars
Allot thee for his lovely bedfellow!

Pet. Why, how now, Kate, I hope thou art not mad!

This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, withered,
And not a maiden, as, thou fay'st he is.

Cath. Pardon, old Father, my mistaken eyes;
That have been fo bedazled with the fun,
That every thing I look on feemeth green.
Now I perceive, thou art a reverend Father:
Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad mistaking.

Pet. Do, good old Grandfire, and withal make
known

Which way thou travelleft: if along with us,
We fhall be joyful of thy company.

Vin. Fair Sir, and you my merry Mistress,
That with your strange encounter much amaz'd me;
My name is call'd Vincentio, my dwelling Pifa;
And bound I am to Padua, there to visit

A fon of mine, which long I have not seen.
Pet. What is his name?

Vin. Lucentio, gentle Sir.

Pet. Happily met, the happier for thy fon
And now by law, as well as reverend age,
I may entitle 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 esteem,
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,

An

And wander we to see thy honeft Son,
Who will of thy arrival be full joyous.

Vin. But is this true, or is it elfe your pleasure,
Like pleasant travellers, to break a jest
Upon the company you overtake?

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

Pet. Come, go along, and fee the truth hereof: For our first merriment hath made thee jealous.

[Exeunt Pet. Cath. and Vin, Hor. Well, Petruchio, this hath put me in heart. Have to my widow; and if she be froward,

Then haft thou taught Hortenfio to be untoward. [Exit.

ACT V.

SCENE I.

Before Lucentio's House.

Enter Biondello, Lucentio and Bianca, Gremio walking on one fide.

BIONDELLO.

OFTLY and fwiftly, Sir, for the Priest is ready.

SOF

Luc. I fly, Biondello; but they may chance to need thee at home, therefore leave us.

Bion. Nay, faith, I'll fee the church o' your back, 3 and then come back to my mafter as foon as I can."

[Exeunt.

Gre. I marvel, Cambio comes not all this while.

The

3 And then come back to my Mistress as foon as I can.] Editions all agree in this reading; but what Miftrefs was Biondell to come back to? He must certainly mean; "Nay, faith, Sir, I must see you in the Church;

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" and then for fear I fhould be "wanted, I'll run back to wait "on Tranio, who at prefent per"fonates you, and whom there"fore I at prefent acknowledge "for my Master." THEOB.

Enter

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

Pet. Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's houfe, My Father's bears more towards the market-place; Thither muft I, and here I leave you, Sir.

Vin. You fhall not chufe but drink before you go; I think, I shall command your welcome here; And by all likelihood fome cheer is toward. [Knocks. Gre. They're bufy within, you were best knock [Pedant looks out of the window. Ped. What's he, that knocks as he would beat down the gate?

louder.

Vin. Is Signior Lucentio within, Sir?

Ped. He's within, Sir, but not to be spoken withal. Vin. What, if a man bring him a hundred pound or two, to make merry withal?

Ped. Keep your hundred pounds to yourself, he fhall need none as long as I live.

Pet. Nay, I told you, your fon 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 to Padua, and here looking out of the window.

Vin. Art thou his father?

her.

Ped. Ay, Sir, fo his mother fays, if I may believe

Pet. Why, how now, Gentleman! why, this is flat knavery to take upon you another man's name.

Ped. Lay hands on the villain. I believe, he means to cozen fomebody in this city under my countenance.

SCENE

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 controversy. [They retire.

Enter Pedant with Servants, Baptifta and Tranio..

Tra. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my fervant?

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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 fervants spend all at the University.

4 A copatain hat, is, I believe, as was anciently worn by well a hat with a conical crown, fuch dressed men.