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Gre. Take heed, 'Signior Baptista, lest you be coney-catch'd in this business; I dare swear, this is the right Vincentio. S.
Ped. Swear, if you dar'st.
Gre. Nay, I dare not swear it. • Tra. Then thouwert best say, that I am not Lucentio. • Gre. Yes, I know thee to be Signior slucentio.
Bap. Away with the dotard; to the gaol with him.
Vin. Thus strangers may be haled' and abus'd:—— O monstrous villain!
* * Re-enter BioN DEL.Lo, 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. - Wire. Lives my sweetest son 2 - [Bro ND ELLo, TRAN Io, and Pedant run out. Bian. Pardon, dear father. IKneeling. Bap. How hast thou offended? — Where is Lucentio 2 Luc. Here's Lucentio, * * Right son unto the right Vincentio; That have by marriage made thy daughter mine, While counterfeit supposes blear'd thine eyne. Gre. Here's packing, with a witness, to deceive us all! Wizz. Where is that damned villain, Tranio, That fac'd and brav'd me in this matter so 2 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, myself enforc'd him to; Then pardon him, swect father, for my sake. Vol. VI, - G
Vin. I'll slit the villain's nose, that would have sent me to the gaol. Bap. Brit do you hear Sir? [ To LucrisTIo.] Have you married my daughter without asking my goodwill 2 Vin. Fear not, Baptista; we will content you, go to : But I will in, to be reveng'd for this villainy. [Exit. Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this knavery. - [ Exit. Luc. Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not frown. [Exeunt LucFNTIo and BIANCA. Gre. y cake is dough: But I'll in among the rest; Out of hope of all, - but my share of the feast. IExit. PET RU chro and KATHAAINA advance. Hath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end of this ado. Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will. Hath. What, in the midst of the street 2 Pet. What, art thou asham'd of me? Kath. No, sir; God forbid; but asham'd to kiss. I’et. Why, them let's home again: — Come, sirrah. let’s away. I(ath. 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.
4. - S C E N E I I.
A Banquet set out. Enter BAP tista, VIN centro,
GR FMIo, the Pedant, LucFNTIo, BIANCA, PETRi
cIIIo, KATHARINA,HoRTEN's Io, and Widow. Ta ANIo, BioN DEL.Lo, GRUMIo, and Others, attending.
- Luc. At last, though long, our jarring motes agree;
While I with self-same kindness welcome thine: -
Hor. That's my offic . Pet. Spoke like an officer: — Ha' to thee, Iad. [Drinks to Horatens Io. Bap. How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks? Gre. Believe me, Sir, they butt together well. Bian. Head, and butt: an hasty-witted body would say, your head and butt were head and horm. Vin. Ay, mistress bride, hath that awaken'd you? Bian. Ay, but not frighted me; therefore I'll sleep - again. Pet. Nay, that you shall not; since you have begun, Have at you for a bitter jest or two. Bian. Am I your bird * I mean to shift my bush, And then pursue me as you draw your bow : — You are welcome all. - *[Exeunt B1AN cA, KATHARINA, and Widow. Pet. She hath prevented me. — Here, Signior - - Tranio, This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not;. Therefore, a health to all that shot and miss'd. Tra. O, Sir, Lucentio shipp'd me like his greyhound, 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. O ho, Petruschio, Tranio hits you now. Luc. I thank thee for that gird, good Tramio. Hor. Confess, confess; hath he not hit you here? Pet. "A has a little gall'd me, I confess; And, as the jest did glance away from me, 'Tis ten to one it unaim'd you two outright. -Bap. Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio, I think thou hast the veriest shrew of all. Pet. Well, I say—no; and therefore, for assurance, Let's each one send unto his wife; And he, whose wife is most obedientt
Re-enter BioNDELLo. *
IIow now ! what news?