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Tra. How. now, what's the matter?
Bap. What, is this man lunatick ?

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 ?
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 conycatch'd in this business; I dare swear, this is the right Vincentio.

Ped. Swear, if thou dar'it.
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 jail with him!

Enter

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.

SCENE III.

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,
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 arriv'd at last
Unto the wished haven of

my

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.

Bat.

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,

let's away.

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.

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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

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After our great good cheer : pray you, sit down;
For now we fit to chat, as well as eat.

Pet. Nothing but fit and fit, and eat and eat!
Bap. Padua affords this kindness, Son Petruchio.
Pet. Padua affords nothing but what is kind.
Hor. For both our fakes, I would that word were

true.

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

round.
Pet. Roundly replied.
Caib. Mistress, how mean you that?
Wid. Thus I conceive by him.
Pet. Conceives by me, how likes Hortenfo that?
Hor. My widow fays, thus the conceives her tale.
Pet. Very well mended ; kiss him for that, good

Widow.
Catb. 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 Shrew,
Measures my husband's forrow by his woe ;
And now you know my meaning.

Caib. A very mean meaning.
Wid. Right, I mean you.
Cath. 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.
Pel. Spoke like an Officer ; ha' to thee, lad.

[Drinks to Hortensio.
Bap. How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks?
Gre. Believe me, Sir, they butt heads together well.
Bian. Head and butt? an hafty-witted body

Would

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 deep

again.
Pet. Nay, that thou shalt not, since you have
begun: Have at you for a better 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, 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.
Luc. I thank thee for that gird, good Tranio.
Hor. Confess, confess, hath he not hit you there?

Pet. He has a little gallid 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, fon Petruchio,
I think, thou hast the veriest Shrew of all.

Pet. Well, I say, no; and therefore for assurance,
Let's each one send unto his wife, and he
Whose wife is moft obedient to come first,
When he doth lend for her, shall win the wager,

Hor. Content; what wager?
Luc. Twenty crowns.
Pet. Twenty crowns !

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