Enter Pedant with fervants, Baptifta, and Tranio. Tra. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my fervant? Vin. What am I, Sir! Nay, what are you, Sir? Oh, immortal Gods! oh, fine villain! a filken doublet, a velvet hose, a scarlet cloak and a copatain bat: oh, I am undone! I am undone! while I play the good hufband at home, my fon and my fervants spend all at the university.

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

Tra. Sir, you feem a fober ancient gentleman by your habit, but your words shew you a madman. 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 failmaker 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 his 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 fon, 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 fon, my fon, tell me, thou villain, where is my fon Lucentio?

Tra. Call forth an officer; carry this mad knave to the jail; Father Baptifta, I charge you, fee that he be forthcoming.

Vin. Carry me to jail!

Gre. Stay, officer, he shall not go to prifon.

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

to prifon.

Gre. Take heed, Signior Baptista, left you be coneycatch'd in this business; I dare swear this is the right Vincentio.

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Ped. Swear, if thou dar'st.

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 Lucentio and Bianca.

Vin. Thus strangers may be hal'd and abus'd; oh, monstrous villain !

Bion. Oh, we are spoil'd, and yonder he is; deny him, forswear him, or else we are all undone.

[Exeunt Biondello, Tranio, and Pedant.

SCENE

III.

Luc. Pardon, sweet father.

Vin. Lives my sweet son?

[Kneeling.

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, myfelf inforc'd him to;
Then pardon him, sweet father, for my fake.

Vin. I'll flit the villain's nose that would have fent 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 reveng'd on this villain. [Exit. Bap. And I, to found the depth of this knavery.

[Exit. Luc. Look not pale, Bianca, thy father will not [Exeunt.

frown. 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, advancing. Cath. Husband, let's follow, to fee the end of this

ado.

Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will.
Cath. What, in the midst of the street?
Pet. What, art thou asham'd of me?

Cath. No, Sir, God forbid! but asham'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.

SCENE IV. Changes to Lucentio's apartments*.

Enter Baptista, Petruchio, Hortensio, Lucentio, and the rest.

Bap. Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio,

I think thou haft the veriest shrew of all.

* -apartments.

Enter Baptista, Vincentio, Gremio, Pedant, Lucentio, Bianca, Tranio, Biondello, Petruchio, Catharina, Grumio, Hortenfio, and widow. Tranio's fervants bringing in a banquet.

Luc. At last, tho' long, our jarring notes agree:

And time it is, when raging war is done,
To smile at 'scapes and perils overblown.
My fair Bianca, bid my father welcome,
While I with felf-fame kindness welcome thine
Brother Petruchio, sister Catharine,
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 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, Hortenfio 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, Hortenfio is afeard of you.

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

Pet. Well, I fay, no; and therefore for assurance,

Let's each one fend unto his wife, and he
Whose wife is most obedient to come first,

When he doth fend for her, shall win the wager.

Cath. Mistress, how mean you that?
Wid. Thus I conceive by him.

Pet. Conceives by me, how likes Hortensio that?
Hor. My widow says, thus the conceives her tale.

Pet. Very well mended; kiss him for that, good widow.
Cath. 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,

Meafures my husband's forrow by his woe.

And now you know my meaning.

Cath. 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.

Pet. Spoke like an officer; ha' to thee, lad. [Drinks to Hortenfio.

Bap. How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks ?

Gre. Believe me, Sir, they butt heads together well.

Bian. Head and butt? an hasty-witted body

Would fay, 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 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 busa:

And then purfue 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;
Therefore a health to all that shot and miss'd.

Tra. Oh, Sir, Lucentio flipp'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. Oh, oh, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now.
Luc. I thank thee for that gird, good Tranio.
Hor. Confefs, confefs, hath he not hit you there?
Pet. He has a little gall'd me, I confefs;

And as the jest did glance away from me,
'Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright.
Enter Baptista, &c.

Hor. Content, what wager?

Luc. Twenty crowns.

Pet. Twenty crowns!

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

Luc. A hundred then.

Hor. Content.

Pet. A match; 'tis done.

Hor. Who shall begin ?

Luc. That will I.

Go, Biondello, bid your mistress come to me.

Bion. I go.

[Exit.

Bap. Son, I'll be your half, Pianca comes.
Luc. I'll have no halves: I'll bear it all myself.

Re-enter Biondello.

How now, what news?

Bion. Sir, my mistress sends you word

That she is bufy, and cannot come.

Pet. How? she's busy, and cannot come, is that an

anfwer ?

Gre. Ay, and a kind one too:

Pray God, Sir, your wife fend you not a worse.

Pet. I hope better.

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

[Exit Biondello.

Pet. Oh, oh! intreat her! nay, then she needs muft

come.

Hor. I am afraid, Sir, do you what you can,

Enter Biondello.

Your's will not be intreated. Now, where's my wife ?
Bion. She says, you have fome goodly jest in hand;
She will not come: She bids you come to her.
Pet. Worfe and worse, she will not come!

Oh vile, intolerable, not to be endur'd.
Sirrah, Grumio, go to your mistress,
Say, I command her to come to me.
Hor. I know her answer.

Pet. What?

Hor. She will not.

[Exit Gru.

Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there's an end.