Tra. Then 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 hal'd and abus'd:→ Oh monstrous villain!

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Re-enter BIONDELLO, with LUCENTIO and BIANCA.

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

[Exeunt BIONDELLO, TRANIO, and Pedant.

Luc. Pardon, sweet father.

[Kneeling.

Vin. Lives my sweet son?

Bian. Pardon, dear father.

Bap. How hast thou offended?-

Where is Lucentio ?

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.

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Gre. Here's packing, with a witness, to deceive us all!

Vin. Where is that damned villain, Tranio, That fac'd and brav'd me in this matter so ?

Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio ?

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

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Unto the wished haven of my bliss:

What Tranio did, myself enforc'd him to;
Then pardon him, sweet father, for my

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sake.

Vin. I'll slit the villain's nose, that would have sent me to the jail.

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

Vin. Fear not, Baptista; we will content you, go

to:

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But I will in, to be reveng'd for this villany. [Exit. Bap. And I, to sound 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 rest; 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 midst of the street?
Pet. What, art thou asham'd of me?

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Kath. No, sir; God forbid: but asham'd 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. [Exeunt.

SCENE

SCENE II.

LUCENTIO's Apartments. Enter BAPTISTA, VINCENTIO, GREMIO, the Pedant, LUCENTIO, BIANCA, TRANIO, BIONDELLO, PETRUCHIO, KATHARINE, GRUMIO, HORTENSIO, and Widow. Serving-Men with TRANIO bringing in a Banquet.

The

Luc. At last, though long, our jarring notes agree? And time it is, when raging war is done,

To smile at 'scapes and perils over-blown.—
My fair Bianca, bid my father welcome,

While I with self-same kindness welcome thine :-
Brother Petruchio-sister Katharina-

And thou, Hortensio, with thy loving widow-
Feast with the best, and welcome to my house;
My banquet is to close our stomachs up,
After our great good cheer: Pray you, sit down;
For now we sit and chat, as well as eat.

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Pet. Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat
Bap. Padua affords this kindness, son Petruchio.
Pet. Padua affords nothing but what is kind.\
Hor. For both our sakes, I would that word were

true,
Pet. Now, for my life, Hortensio fears his widow.
Wid. Then never trust me, if I be afeard.
Pet. You are very sensible, and yet you miss my

sense;

I mean, Hortensio is afeard of

you.

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Wid. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns round.
Pet. Roundly reply'd.

Kath. Mistress, how mean you that?

Wid. Thus I conceive by him.

Pet. Conceive by me!-How likes Hortensio that ? Hor. My widow says, thus she conceives her tale. Pet. Very well mended: Kiss him for that, good

widow.

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Kath. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns round:

I pray you, tell me what you meant by that.

Wid. Your husband, being troubled with a shrew, Measures my husband's sorrow by his woe:

And now you know my meaning.

Kath. A very mean meaning.

Wid. Right, I mean you.
Kath. And I am mean,

Pet. To her, Kate!

Hor. To her, widow!

indeed, respecting you.

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Pet. A hundred marks, my Kate does put her down.

Hor. That's my office.

Pet. Spoke like an officer:-Ha' to thee, lad.

[Drinks to HORTENSIO. 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 horn.

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 better jest or two. Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush,

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And

And then pursue me as you draw your bow :-
You are welcome all.

[Exeunt BIANCA, KATHARINE, 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. Oh, sir, Lucentio slip'd me like his greyhound, Which runs himself, and catches for his master. 199 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. Oh, oh, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now. Luc. I thank thee for that gird, good Tranio. Hor. Confess, confess; hath he not hit Pet. 'A has a little gall'd 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, I think thou hast the veriest shrew of all.

you

there?

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Pet. Well, I say-no: and therefore, for assurance,

Let's each one send unto his wife;

And he, whose wife is most obedient

To come at first when he doth send for her,

Shall win the wager which we will propose.

Hor. Content ;

-What's the wager?

Luc. Twenty crowns.

Pet. Twenty crowns!

I'll venture so much on my hawk, or hound,

But twenty times so much upon my wife.

Luc. A hundred then.

Hor. Content.

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Pet.