My name is call'd Vincentio, my dwelling Pisa; Vin. Lucentio, gentle Sir. Pet. Happily met, the happier for thy fon;: And now by law, as well as reverend age, may entitle thee my loving Father: I The Sifter of my Wife, this Gentlewoman, Vin. But is this true, or is it elfe your pleasure, Hor. I do affure thee, Father, so it is. Pet. Come, go along, and fee the truth hereof:: For our firft merriment hath made thee jealous. [Exeunt Pet. Cath. and Vin Hor. Well, Petruchio, this hath put me in heart. Have to my widow; and if she be froward, Then haft thou taught Hortenfio to be untoward. [Exit. ACT A CT V. SCENE, before Lucentio's Houfe. Enter Biondello, Lucentio and Bianca, Gremio walking on one fide. BIONDELLO. Oftly and fwiftly, Sir, for the Prieft is ready. SOL 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, (20) and then come back to my Mafter as foon as I can. Gre. I marvel, Cambio comes not all this while. Enter Petruchio, Catharina, Vincentio and Grumio, with Attendants. Pet. Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's house, My Father's bears more towards the Market-place; Thither muft I, and here I leave you, Sir. 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 bufie within, you were beft knock louder. [Pedant looks out of the window. Ped. What's he, that knocks as he would beat down the gate? (20) And then come back to my Mistress as foon as I can.] The Editions all agree in this reading; but what Mistress was Biondello to come back to? He muft certainly mean; "Nay, "faith, Sit, I must see you in the Church; and then for fear "I fhould be wanted, I'll run back to wait on Tranio, who at prefent perfonates you, and whom therefore I at prefent ac46 knowledge for my Master,” 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 to your felf, he shall need none as long as I live. Pet. Nay, I told you, your Son was belov'd in Padua Do you hear, Sir? to leave frivolous circumftances, I pray you, tell Signior 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 to Padua, and here looking out of the window. Vin. Art thou his Father ? Ped. Ay, Sir, 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, he means to cozen fomebody in this city under my countenance. 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, crackhemp. [Seeing Biondello. Vin. Come hither, you rogue; what, have you forgot me? Bion. Forgot you? no, Sir: 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 Mafter's Father Vincentia? Bion. What, my old worfhipful old mafter? yes, marry, Sir, 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 murther me. Ped. Ped. Help, Son; help, Signior Baptifta. Pet. Pr'ythee, Kate, let's ftand afide, and fee the end of this controverfie. [They retire. Enter Pedant with Servants, 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 hofe, a fcarlet cloak and a copatain hat: oh, I am undone! I am undone! while I play the good hufband at home, my fon and my fervants fpend all at the University. Tra. How now, what's the matter? Bap. What, is this man lunatick ? Tra. Sir, you feem a fober ancient Gentleman by your habit, but your words fhew 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. do Bap. You mistake, Sir, you mistake, Sir; pray, what 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 Signior Vincentio. Vin. Lucentio! oh, he hath murthered 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 forth-coming. Vin. Carry me to jail? Gre. Stay, Officer, he fhall not go to prifon.. Bap. Talk not, Signior Gremio: I fay, he fhall go to prifon. Gre. Gre. Take heed, Signior Baptifta, left you be conycatch'd in this bufinefs; I dare fwear, this is the right Vincentio. Ped. Swear, if thou dar'st. Gre. Nay, I dare not fwear it. Tra. Then thou wert beft 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 ftrangers may be hal'd and abus'd; oh monftrous villain! Bion. Oh, we are fpoil'd, and yonder he is, deny him, forfwear him, or else we are all undone. [Exeunt Biondello, Tranio and Pedant. Luc. Pardon, fweet Father. Vin. Lives my sweet son ? Bian. Pardon, dear Father. [Kneeling. Bap. How haft thou offended; where is Lucentio ? That have by marriage made thy Daughter mine: Gre. Here's packing with a witness to deceive us all. That fac'd and brav'd me in this matter fo? Luc. Love wrought thefe miracles, Bianca's love While he did bear my countenance in the town: Unto the wifhed haven of my bliss; What Tranio did, my felf enforc'd him to; Vin. I'll flit the villain's nofe, that would have fent me to the jail. Bap. But do you hear, Sir, have you married my Daughter without asking my good-will? |