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Enter VINCENTIO, in a travelling dress. Good-morrow, gentle Mistress: Where away?
(T. VINCENTIO. Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too, Hast thou beheld a fresher gentlewoman? Such war of white and red within her cheeks? What stars do spangle heaven with such beauty, As those two eyes become that heavenly face? Fair lovely maid, once more good day to thee: Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's sake. Hor. 'A will make the man mad, to make a wo.
man of him. Kath. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and
Whither away; or where is thy abode ?.
Kath. Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes, That have been so bedazzled with the sun, That every thing I look on seemeth green: Now ! perceive, thou art a reverend father; Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad mistaking.. Pet. Do, good old grandsire; and, withal, make
known Which way thou travellest: 'if along with us, We shall be joyful of tly company.
Vin. Fair Sir, – and you my merry Mistress, That with your strange cncoužteř much amaz'd me; My name is callid – Vincentio; my dwelling - Pisa; And bound I am to Padua; there to visit A son of mine, which long I have not secu.
Pet. What is his name?
Pet. Happily met; the happier for thy son.
my loving father;
Vin. But'is this true? or is it else your pleasure,
Hor: I do assure thec, father, so it is.
Pet. Come, go along, and see the truth hercof; For our first mérriment hath made thee jealous.
Exeunt PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, and
A CT V. SCEN E I.
Padua. Before Lucentio's House. Enter on one side BIONDELLO, LUCENT10, and
BIANCA; GREMIO walking on the other side. Bion. Softly and swiftly, Sir; 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 see the church o' your back; and then come back to my master as soon as I can.
[Exeunt LUCENT:0, BIANCA, and BIONDELLO. Gre. I marvel, Cambio comes not all this while.
Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, VINCENTIO, and
Attendants. Pet. Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's house, My father's bears more toward the marketplace; Thither musi I, and here I leave you, Sir.
Vin. You shall not choose but drink before you go; I think, I shall command your welcome here, And, by all likeliliood, some cheer is toward. (Knocks. Gre. They're busy withiu, you were best kugck.
Enter Pedant above, at a window. Ped. What's he, that knocks as he would beat down the gate?
Vir. Is Signior Lucentio within, Sir ?
Vin. What if a, mau bring him a hundred pound or two, to make merry with al.
Ped. Keep your hundred pounds to yourself; he shall need none, so long as I live.
Pet. Nay, I told you, your son was belov'd in Padua. Do you licar, Sir? to lcave frivolous cir
cumstances, I pray you, tell şignior 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! [TO VINCEN. ) why, this is fiat knavery, to take upon your another man's name.
Ped. Lay hands on the villain; I believe, 'a means to cozen somebody in this city under my countenance.
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 Biond.
Bion. Forgot you? no, Sir: I could not forget you, for I never saw you before in all my life.
Vin. Wirat, you notorious villain, didst thou never see thg master's father, Vincentio ?
Bion. What, my old, worshipful old master? yes, marry, Sir; see where he looks out of the window. Vin. Is't so, indeed?
(Beats BIONDELLO. Bion. Help, help, help! here's a madman will mur.
(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.
Re-enter Pedant below; BAPTISTA, TRANIO, and
Vin. What am I, Sir? nay, what are you, Sir ?
Tra. How now! what's the matter?
Tra. Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman by your habit, but your words show you a madman: Why, Sir, what concerus it you, if I wear pearl and gold? I thank iny good father, I am able to maintain it.
Vin. Thy father? 0, 'villain! he is a sailmaker 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 minc 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 villain, where is my son Lucentio?
Tra. Call forth an officer: ( Enter one with an
Vin. Carry me to the gaol!