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Enter PEDANT above, at a windou. Ped. What's he, that knocks as he would beat down the gate? 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 yourself; he shall need none, so long as I live.
Pet. Nay, I told you, your son was beloved in Padua.-Do you hear, Sir ?-to leave frivolous circumstances, I pray you, tell signior Lucentio, that his father is come from Pisa, and is here at the door to speak with him.
Ped. Thou liest; his father is come from Pisa, and here looking out at the window.
Vin, Art thou his father ?
Pet. Why, how now, Gentleman! [T. VINCEN.] why, this is fiat knavery, to take upon you another man's name.
Ped. Lay hands on the villain; I believe 'a means to cozen somebody in this city under my countenance.
Re-enter BIONDELLO. Bion. I have seen them in the church together; God send 'em good shipping !-- But who is here ? mine old master, Vincentio ? now we are undone, and brought to nothing. Vin. Come hither, crack-hemp. [Seeing BIONDELLO. Bion. I hope, I may choose, Sir. Vin. Come hither, you rogue; What, have you forgot me ?
Bion. Forgot you'? no, Sir: I could not forget you, for I never saw you before in all my life.
Vin. What, you notorious villain, didst thou never see thy master's father, Vincentio ?
Bion. What, my old, worshipful old master? yes, marry, Sir; see where he looks out of the window. Tin. Is't so, indeed ?
[Beats BIONDELLO. Bion. Help, help, help! here's a madman will murder me.
[Exit. Ped. Help, son ! help, signior Baptista !
[Exit from the window. Pet. Prythee, Kate, let's stand aside, and see the end of this controversy.
[They retire. Re-enter PEDANT below; BAPTISTA, TRANIO, and SERVANTS. Tra. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my servant ?
Vin. What am I, Šir? nay, what are you, Sir ?-O immortal gods! O fine villain! A silken doublet! à velvet hose! a scarlet cloak ! and a copatain* hat.-0, I am undone! I am undone ! while I play the good husband at home, my son and my servant spend all at the university.
Tra. How now! what's the matter ? Bap. What, is the man lunatic ? Tra. Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman by your habit, but your words show 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? O, villain ! he is a sail-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 his name: I have brought him up ever since he was three years old, and his name isTranio.
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; 0, he hath murdered his master !-Lay hold on him, I charge you, in the duke's name:-0, my son, my son ! -tell me, thou vislain, where is my son Lucentio ?
Tra. Call forth an officer [Enter one with an Officer]: carry this mad knave to the jail:-Father Baptista, I charge you see that he be forthcoming.
Vin. Carry me to the jail !
Gre. Take heed, signior Baptista, lest you be coney-catched * in this business; I dare swear, this is the right Vincentio.
Ped. Swear, if thou darest.
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. Vin. Thus strangers may be haled and abused:- monstrous villain!
Re-enter BIONDELLO, with LUCENTIO and BIANCA. Bion. O, we are spoiled, and-Yonder he is; deny him, forswear him, or else we are all undone. Luc. Pardon, sweet father.
[Kneeling. Vin. Lives my sweetest son ?
[BIONDELLO, TRANIO, and PEDANT run out. Bian. Pardon, dear father.
[Kneeling. Bap. How hast thou offended ?Where is Lucentio ?
Luc. Here's Lucentio.
That have by marriage made thy daughter mine,
Gre. Here's packing, I with a witness, to deceive us all!
Din. Where is that damned villain, Tranio,
Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio ?
Tricking. VOL. II.
Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's love
Vin. I'll slit the villain's nose, that would have sent me to the jail.
Bap. But do you hear, Sir? [To LUCENTIO.] 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 for this villany.
[Exit. Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this knavery. Exit. Lric. Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not frown.
[Exeunt LUCENTIO and BIANCA. 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 KATHARINA advance. Kath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end of this ado. Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will. Kath. What, in the midst of the street ? Pet. What, art thou ashamed of me? Kath. No, Sir; God forbid :-but ashamed to kiss. Pet. Why, then let's home again :-Come, sirrah, let's away. Kath. 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.
SCENE II.-A Room in LUCENTIO's House. A Banquet set_out. Enter BAPTISTA, VINCENTIO, GREMIO,
the PĒDANT, LUCENTIO, BIANCA, PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, HORTENSIO, and WIDÓW. TRÁNIO, BIONDELLO, GRUMIO, and others, attending.
Luc. At last, though long, our jarring notes agree:
at 'scapes and perils overblown.-
Pet. Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat!
* A banquet was an entertainment of fruit, cakes, &c.
Pet. Padua affords nothing but what is kind.
Pet. You are sensible, and yet you miss my sense ;
Wid. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns round.
Kath. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns round:-
Wid. Your husband being troubled with a shrew,
Kath. A very mean meaning.
[Drinks to HORTENSIO,
Din. Ay, mistress bride, hath that awaken'd you ?
Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush,
[Exeunt BIANCA, KATHARINA, and WIDOW.
Tra. 0, Sir, Lucentio slipp'd me like his greyhound,
Pet. A good swift* simile, but something currish.
Pet. 'A has a little galld 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, son Petruchio,
Pet. Well, I say-no: and therefore, for assurance,
Hor. Content: - What is the wager ?
Pet. Twenty crowns !
Luc. A hundred then.
Luuc. That will l. Go,
[Erit. Bap. Son, I will be your half, Bianca 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 busy, and she cannot come.
Pet. How! she is busy, and she cannot come!
Gre. Ay, and a kind one too:
Sirrah, Biondello, go, and entreat my wife
[Exit BIONDELLO. Pet. O, ho! entreat her! Nay, then she must needs come.
Hor. I am afraid, Sir,
Bion. She says, you have some goodly jest in hand;
Pet. Worse and worse; she will not come; O vile,