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Bion. Softly and fwiftly, fir; for the priest 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 o' your back; and then come back to my master as soon as I can. [Exeunt. Gre. I marvel, Cambio comes not all this while.

Enter Petruchio, Katharine, Vincentio, and 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, fir.

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

Vin. Is fignior Lucentio within, fir?

Ped. He's within, fir, 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 yourfelf; he shall need none, fo long as I live.

Pet. Nay, I told you, your fon was belov'd in Padua. -Do you hear, fir?-to leave frivolous circumstances,-

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I pray

I pray you, tell fignior 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 Mantua, and here looking out at the window.

Vin. Art thou his father?

Ped. Ay, fir; fo his mother fays, if I may believe her. 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, 'a means to cozen fomebody in this city under my countenance.

Re-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, crack-hemp.

Bion. I hope, I may chuse, fir.

[Seeing Biondello.

Vin. Come hither, you rogue; What, have you forgot me?

Bion, Forgot you? no, fir: I could not forget you, for I never faw you before in all my life.

Vin. What, you notorious villain, didst thou never fee thy master's father Vincentio ?

Bion. What, my worshipful old mafter? yes, marry, fir; 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, fignior Baptifta!

[Exit.

Pet. Prythee, Kate, let's ftand afide, and fee the end

of this controversy.

[They retire. Re-enter below, the Pedant with fervants, Baptifta, and

Tra. Sir, what are you,
Vin. What am I, fir?

Tranio.

that offer to beat my fervant? nay, what are you, fir ?—Oh, immortal

immortal gods! Oh, fine villain! a filken doublet! a velvet hose a scarlet cloak! and a copatain hat!-Oh, I am undone! I am undone! while I play the good hufband at home, my fon and my fervant spend all at the university.

Tra. How now! what's the matter?

Bap. What, is the man lunatick?

Tra. Sir, you seem a fober ancient gentleman by your habit, but your words fhew you a mad-man: Why, fir, 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, fir; you mistake, fir: Pray, what do you think is his name?

Vin. His name? as if I knew not his name: I have 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 fon, and heir to the lands of me fignior Vincentio.

Vin. Lucentio !-Oh, he hath murdered his master !— Lay hold on 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 Baptista, I charge you, fee, that he be forthcoming.

Vin. Carry me to the jail!

Gre. Stay officer; he fhall not go to prifon.

Bap. Talk not, fignior Gremio; I fay, he fhall go to prifon.

Gre. Take heed, fignior Baptifta, left you be

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catch'd in this bufinefs, I dare fwear, this is the right Vincentio.

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 fignior Lucentio.

Bap. Away with the dotard; to the jail with him. Vin. Thus ftrangers may be hal'd and abus'd:— Oh monstrous villain!

Re-enter Biondello, with Lucentio, and Bianca.

Bion. Oh, we are spoiled, and-Yonder he is; deny him, forfwear him, or elfe we are all undone.

Luc. Pardon, fweet father.

Vin. Lives my fweet fon?

[Kneeling,

[Exeunt Biondello, Tranio, and Pedant.

Bian. Pardon, dear father.

Bap. How haft thou offended?

Where is Lucentio ?

Luc. Here's Lucentio,

Right fon unto the right Vincentio ;

That have by marriage made thy daughter mine,

While counterfeit fuppofes blear'd thine

eyne.

Gre. Here's packing, with a witnefs, to deceive us all! Vin. Where is that damned villain, Tranio,

That fac'd and brav'd me in this matter fo?

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 arrived at last

counterfeit fuppofes blear'd thine eyne.]-falfe furmifes deceived thee.

Unto

Unto the wished haven of

my blifs;

What Tranio did, myfelf enforc'd him to;

Then pardon him, sweet father, for my fake.

Vin. I'll fit the villain's nofe, that would have fent me to the jail.

Bap. But do you hear, fir? Have you married my daughter without asking my good-will?

Vin. Fear not Baptifta; we will content you, go to: But I will in, to be reveng'd for this villainy. [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 reft; Out of hope of all,—but my share of the feast.

[Exit.

[Petruchio, and Katharine, advancing.

Kath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end of this ado.

Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will.
Kath. What, in the midft of the street?

Pet. What, art thou afham'd of me?

Kath. No, fir; God forbid: but afham'd to kifs.

Pet. Why, then let's home again :-Come, firrah, let's

away.

Kath. Nay, I will give thee a kifs; now pray thee, love,

stay.

Pet. Is not this well?-Come, my fweet Kate;

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Better late than never, for never too late.

SCENE II.

Lucentio's apartments.

[Exeunt.

Enter Baptifta, Vincentio, Gremio, the Pedant, Lucentio, Bianca, Tranio, Biondello, Petruchio, Katharine, Grumio, Hortenfio, and Widow. The ferving-men with Tranio bringing in a banquet.

Luc. At laft, though long, our jarring notes agree:

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