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.

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 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 murdered 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 shall go to prifon.

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'ft.

Gre. Nay, I dare not fwear it.

Tra. Then thou wert beft fay, 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

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 sweet fon?

Bian. Pardon, dear Father.

Bap. How haft thou offended? where is Lucentio ? Luc. Here's Lucentio, right fon to the right Vincentio,

That have by marriage made thy daughter mine,
While counterfeit fuppofers bleer'd thine eyne.
Gre. Here's packing with a witnefs to deceive us all.
Vin. Where is that damn'd villain Tranio,
That fac'd and brav'd me in this matter fo?
Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio?
Bian. Cambio is chang'd into Lucentio.

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 last

Unto the wifhed haven of

my blifs;

What Tranio did, myfelf enforc'd him to;
Then pardon him, fweet Father, for my fake.

Vin. I'll fit the villain's nofe, that would have fent

me to the jail.

Bap. But do you hear, Sir, have you married my Daughter without afking my good will?

Vin. Fear not, Baptifla, we will content you, go to: but I will in, to be revenged on this villain.

[Exit.

Bay.

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 and Catharina advancing.

Cath. Hufband, let's follow, to fee the end of this

ado.

Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will.
Cath. What, in the midst of the street?
Pet. What, art thou afham'd of me?

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 kifs; now pray thee,

love, stay.

Pet. Is not this well? come, my sweet Kate; Better once than never, for never too late.

[Exeunt.

Enter Baptifta, Vincentio, Gremio, Pedant, Lucentio, Bianca, Tranio, Biondello, Petruchio, Catharina, Grumio, Hortenfio, and Widow. Tranio's fervants bringing in a banquet.

Luc. At laft, tho' long, our jarring notes agree: And time it is, when raging war is done,

To smile at 'fcapes, and perils over-blown.
My fair Branca, bid my Father welcome,
While I with felf-fame kindness welcome thine
Brother Petruchio, Sifter Catharine,

And thou, Hortenfio, with thy loving Widow;
Feaft with the beft, and welcome to my house:
My banquet is to close our ftomachs up

I

After

After our great good cheer: pray you, fit down;
For now we fit to chat, as well as eat.

Pet. Nothing but fit and fit, and eat and eat!
Bap. Padua affords this kindness, Son Petruchio.
Pet. Padua affords nothing but what is kind.

Hor. For both our fakes, I would that word were

true.

Pet. Now, for my life, Hortenfo fears his Widow.
Wid. Then never truft me, if I be afeard.

Pet. You are very fenfible, and yet you mifs my fense: I mean, Hortenfio is afeard of

you.

Wid. He, that is giddy, thinks, the world turns round.

Pet. Roundly replied.

Cath. Miftrefs, how mean you that?

Wid. Thus I conceive by him.

Pet. Conceives by me, how likes Hortenfio that? Hor. My widow fays, thus fhe conceives her tale. Pet. Very well mended; kifs him for that, good Widow.

Catb. He, that is giddy thinks, the world turns round

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

Wid. Your hufband, being troubled with a Shrew, 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.

Pet. To her, Kate.

Hor. To her, Widow.

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 Hortenfio.

Bap. How likes Gremio thefe quick-witted folks?
Gre. Believe me, Sir, they butt heads together well.
Bian. Head and butt? an hafty-witted body

Would

Would fay, your head and butt were head and horn. Vin. Ay, mifirefs Bride, hath that awaken'd you? Bian. Ay, but not frighted me, therefore I'll sleep again.

Pet. Nay, that thou shalt not, fince you have begun: 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 all.

[Exeunt Bianca, Catharine, and Widow. Pet. She hath prevented me. Here, Signior Tranio, This bird you aim'd at, tho' you hit it not;

Tra. Oh, Sir, Lucentio flip'd me like his grey-hound, Which runs himself, and catches for his mafter.

Pet. A good 'fwift Simile, but fomething 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. Confefs, confefs, hath he not hit you there? Pet. He has a little gall'd me, I confefs. And as the jeft did glance away from me, 'Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright. Bap. Now, in good fadness, fon Petruchio, I think, thou haft the verieft Shrew of all.

Pet. Well, I fay, no; and therefore for affurance, Let's each one fend unto his wife, and he Whose wife is moft obedient to come first, When he doth fend for her, fhall win the wager, Hor. Content'; —what wager?

Luc. Twenty crowns.

Pet. Twenty crowns!

Swift, befides the original fenfe of Speedy in motion, fignified witty, quick-wited. So in As you like it, the Duke fays of the clown, He is very fwift and fententious. Quick is now afed in

almost the same sense, as nimble was in the age after that of our authour. Heylin fays of Hales, that he had known Laud for a nimble difputant.