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Tra. How. now, what's the matter?
Tra. Sir, you seem a sober ancient Gentleman by your habit, but your words shew 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 fail-maker in Bergamo.
Bap. You mistake, Sir, you mistake, Sir; pray, what do you think is his name?
Vin. His name? as if I knew not bis name: I have brought him up ever since he was three years old, and his name is Tranio.
Ped. Away, away, mad ass! his name is Lucentio: and he is mine only son, and heir to the lands of me Signior Vincentio.
Vin. Lucentio ! oh, he hath murdered his master ; lay hold of 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 ; carry this mad koave to the jail ; Father Baptifta, I charge you, see, that he be forth-coming.
Vin. Carry me to jail ?
Bap. Talk not, Signior Gremio : I say, he shall go to prison. Gre. Take heed, Signior Baptista, lest you
be conycatch'd in this business; I dare swear, this is the right Vincentio.
Ped. Swear, if thou dar'it.
Tra. Then thou wert best say, that I am not Lucentio.
Gre. Yes, I know thee to be Signior Lucentio.
Enter Lucentio and Bianca.
Vin. Thus strangers may be hald and abused; oh, monstrous villain !
Bion. Oh, we are spoild, and yonder he is, deny bim, forswear him, or else we are all undone.
(Exeunt Biondello, Tranio, and Pedant.
Luc. Pardon, sweet Father.
[Kneeling Vin, Lives my sweet fon? Bian. Pardon, dear Father. 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 supposers bleer'd thine eyne.
Gre. Here's packing with a witness to deceive us all.
Vin. Where is that damn'd villain Tranio,
Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio ?
Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's love
bliss ; What Tranio did, myself enforc'd him to; Then pardon him, sweet Father, for my fake.
Vin. I'll fit the villain's nose, that would have sent me to the jail.
Bap. But do you hear, Sir, have you married my Daughter without asking my good will?
Vin. Fear not, Baptista, 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.
[Exeunt. Gre. My cake is dough, but I'll in among the rest, Out of hope of all, but my share of the feast. (Exit.
(Petruchio and Catharina odvancing. -Cath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end of this
ado. Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will. Catb. What, in the midst of the street ? Pet. What, art thou asham'd of me? Cath. No, Sir, God forbid; but alham'd to kiss. Pet. Why, then let's home again : come, firrah,
Cath. 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 too late. [Exeunt.
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 fimile at 'scapes, and perils over-blown. My fair Bianca, bid my Father welcome, While I with felf-fame kindness welcome thine ; Brother Petruchio, Sister Catharine, 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, sit down;
Pet. Nothing but fit and fit, and eat and eat!
Pet. Now, for my life, Hortenso fears his Widow. Wid. Then never trust me, if I be afeard.
Pet. You are very sensible, and yet you miss my sense : I mean, Hortenfo is afcard of you. Wid. He, thac is giddy, thinks, the world turns
Wid. Your husband, being troubled with a Shrew,
Caib. A very mean meaning.
[Drinks to Hortensio.
Would say, your head and butt were head and horn.
Vin. Ay, mistress Bride, hath that awaken'd you ?
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 aim'd at, tho' you hit it not ;
Tra. Oh, Sir, Lucentio nip'd me like his grey-hound, Which runs himself, and catches for his master.
Pet. A good ' swift Simile, but something currilh.
Tra. 'Tis well, Sir, that you hunted for yourself: 'Tis thought, your deer does hold you at a bay.
Bap. Oh, oh, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now.
Pet. He has a little gallid me, I confess.
Bap. Now, in good sadness, fon Petruchio,
Pet. Well, I say, no; and therefore for assurance,
Hor. Content; what wager?
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