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 elfe we are all undone. [Exeunt Biondello, Tranio, and Pedant. SCENE III. Luc. Pardon, fweet father. [Kneeling. Vin. Lives my fweet fon? Bian. Pardon, dear father.. Bap. How haft thou offended? where is Lucentio ! A Luc. Here's Lucentio, right fon to the right Vincentio. That have by marriage made thy daughter mine: Gre. Here's packing with a witnefs to deceive us all. Luc. Love wrought thefe miracles. Bianca's love Made me exchange my ftate with Tranio, While he did bear my countenance in the town: And happily I have arriv'd at laft Unto the wifhed haven of my blifs: What Tranio did, myself inforce'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? Vin. Fear not, Baptifta, we will content you, go to: but I will in, to be revenge'd on this villain. [Exit. Bap. And I, to found 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 reft, Out of hope of all but my fhare of the feaft. [Exit. [Petruchio Y y 2 [Petruchio and Catharina, advancing. Cath. Husband, let's follow, to fee the end of this ado. Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will. Cath. No, Sir, God forbid! but afham'd to kifs. Pet. Why, then let's home again: come, firrah, let's away. Cath. Nay, I will give thee a kiss; now pray thee, love, ftay. Pet. is not this well? come, my sweet Kate; Better once than never, for never too late. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Changes to Lucentio's apartments *. Enter Baptifta, Petruchio, Hortenfio, Lucentio, and the reft. Bap. Now, in good fadness, fon Petruchio, I think thou haft the veriest shrew of ail. Pet. -apartments. Enter B ptifta, Vincentio, Gremio, Pedant, Lucentio, Bianca, Tranio, Biondello, Petruchio, Catharina, Grumio, Hortenfio, and we dow. Tranio's fervants bringing in a banquet. Luc. At laft, tho' long, our jarring notes agree: And thou, Hortenfio, with thy loving widow, Pet. Nothing but fit and fit, and eat and eat! Pet. You are very fenfible, and yet you miss my fenfe. Wid. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns round Cath Pet. Well, I fay, no; and therefore for affurance, Let's each one fend unto his wife, and he Whofe wife is moft obedient to come first, When he doth fend for her, shall win the wager. Cath. Miftrefs, how mean you that? Wid. Thus I conceive by him. Pet. Conceives by me, how likes Hortenfio that? Pet. Very well mended; kifs him for that, good widow. I pray you, tell me what you meant by that. Wid. Your hubane, being troubled with a fhrew, Measures my husband's forrow by his woe. And now you know my meaning. Cath. A very mean meaning. Wid. Right, I mean you, Cath. And I am mean, indeed, respecting you. Hor. To her, widow. Pet. A hundred marks, my Kate does put her down. [Drinks to Hortenfio. Pet. Spoke like an officer; ha' to thee, lad. Have at you for a better jeft or two. Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush: And then purfue me, as you draw your bow. You are welcome ali. [Exeunt Bianca, Charine, and Widow. Pet. She hath prevented me. Here, signior Tranio. Tra. Oh, Sir, Lucentio flipp'd me like nis grey-hound,” Pet. A good fwitt fimile, but fomething currifh. уси there? Hor. Hor. Content, what wager? Luc. Twenty crowns. Pet. Twenty crowns! I'll venture fo much on my hawk or hound, Luc. A hundred then. Hor. Content. Pet. A match; 'tis done. Hor. Who fhall begin? Luc. That will I. Go, Biondello, bid your mistress come to me. Bion. I go. Bap. Son, I'll be your half, Bianca comes. [Exit. Luc. I'll have no halves: I'll bear it all myself. A Re-enter Biondello. How now, what news? Bion. Sir, my mistress fends you word That the is bufy, and cannot come. Pet. How he's busy, and cannot come, is that an anfwer? Gre. Ay, and a kind one too: Pray God, Sir, your wife send you not a worse. Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go, and intreat my wife to come to me forthwith. [Exit Biondello. Pet. Oh, oh! intreat her! nay, then the needs must come. Hor. I am afraid, Sir, do you what you can, Enter Biondello. Your's will not be intreated. Now, where's my wife? Bion. She fays, you have fome goodly jeft in hand; She will not come: fhe bids you come to her. Pet. Worfe and worse, fhe will not come ! Oh vile, intolerable, not to be endur'd. Hor. I know her answer. [Exit Gru Pet. What? Hor. She will not. Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there's an end. SCENE SCENE V. Enter Catharina. Bap. Now, by my hollidam, here comes Catharine ! Cath. What is your will, Sir, that you fend for me? Pet. Where is your fifter, and Hortenfio's wife?! Cath. They fit conferring by the parlour-fire. Pet. Go fetch them hither; if they deny to come. Swinge me them foundly forth unto their husbands; Away, I fay, and bring them hither straight. 2 [Exit Catharina. And, to be short, what not that's sweet and happy. See, where fhe comes, and brings your froward wives Catharine, that cap of your's becomes you not; [She pulls off her cap, and throws it down. Wid. Lord, let me never have a cause to figh, Till I be brought to fuch a filly pass. Bian. Fie, what a foolish duty call you this? Luc. I would your duty were as foolish too!" The wifdom of your duty, fair Bianca, Coft me an hundred crowns fince fupper-time. Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty. Pet. Catharine, I charge thee, tell thefe headstrong women, What duty they owe to their lords and husbands. Wid. Come, come, you're mocking; we will have no telling. Pet. |