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 Son, and Heir to the Lands of me Signior Vincentio. Vin. Lucentio! Oh he hath murthered his Mafter; lay hold on him I charge you in the Duke's Name; oh my Son, my Son; tell me, thou Villain, where is my Son Lu centio ? Tra. Call forth an Officer; carry this mad Knave to the Goal; Father, Baptifta, I charge you fee that he be forthcoming. Vin. Carry me to Goal? Gre. Stay, Officer, he shall not go to Prison. Bap. Talk not, Signior Gremio; I fay he fhall go to Prifon. Gre. Take heed, Signior Baptifta, left you be Conycatch'd in this Business; I dare fwear this is the right Vin centio. 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 Goal with him. Enter Lucentio and Bianca. Vin. Thus Strangers 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. [Exit Biondello, Tranio and Pedant as fast as may be. Luc. Pardon, fweet Father. Bian. Pardon, dear Father. [Kneeling. Bap. How haft thou offended; where is Lucentio? Bap. Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio? Bian. Cambio is chang'd into Lucentio. Luc. Love wrought thefe Miracles. Bianca's Love While he did bear my Countenance in the Town: Unto the wifhed Haven of my Bliss; What Tranio did, my felf enforc'd him to; Vin. I'll flit the Villain's Nofe that would have fent me to the Goal. Bap. But do you hear, Sir, have you marry'd my Daughter without asking my good Will? Vin. Fear not, Baptifta, we will content you, go to; but I will in, to be reveng'd on this Vallain. [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 rest, Out of Hope of all, but my Share of the Feaft. Exit. Kath. Husband let's follow, to fee the End of this ado." Kath. What, in the midst of the Street? Kath. No, Sir, God forbid, but afham'd to kifs. Pet. Why then let's Home again: Come, Sirrah, let's a way. Kath. 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. ACT ACT V. SCENE I. Enter Baptifta, Vincentio, Gremio, Pedant, Lucentio. Bi- Luc. And time it is when raging War is done, Tlaft, tho' long, our jarring Notes agree, To fmile at 'Scapes and Perils over-blown. 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 Sense: I mean Hortenfio is afeard of you. Wid. He that is giddy thinks the World turns round. Kath. 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. Kath. He that is giddy thinks the World turns round 1 pray you tell me what you meant by that. Wid. Your Husband being troubled with a Shrew Katha Kath. A very mean Meaning. Wid. Right, I mean you. Kath. And I am mean indeed, respecting you. Pet. To her, Kate. Hor. To her, Widow. Pet. A hundred Marks, my Kate do put her down. Pet. Spoke like an Officer; ha, to thee Lad. [Drinks to Hortenfio. Bap. How likes Gremio these quick-witted Folks? Gre. Believe me, Sir, they butt together well. Bian. Head, and but, an hafly-witted Body Would fay, your Head and But were Head and Horn. Vin. Ay, Miftrefs Bride, hath that awaken'd you? Bian. Ay, but not frighted me, therefore I'll fleep again. Pet. Nay, that you fhall not fince you Have at you for a better Jeft or two. have begun: Bian. Am I your Bird, I mean to shift my Bush, And then purfue me as you draw your Bow. You are welcome all [Exit Bianca, Kath. and Widow Tra. Oh, Sir, Lucentio flipt me like his Gray-hound, I think thou haft the verieft Shrew of all. Pet. Well, I fay no; and therefore for Assurance, Let's, each one fend unto his Wife, And he whofe Wife is most obedient, To To come at first when he doth fend for her, Pet. Twenty Crowns! I'll venture fo much on my Hawk or Hound, Hor. Content. Pet. A match, 'tis done. Hor. Who fhall begin? Go, Biondello, bid your Mistress come to me. Bap. Son, I'll be your half, Bianca comes. Luc. I'll have no halves: I'll bear it all my self. Enter Biondello. How now, what News? Bion. Sir, Miftrefs fends you Word That she is bufie, and cannot come. [Exit. Pet. How? fhe's bufie, and cannot come: Is that an Anfwer? Gre. Ay, and a kind one too: Pray God, Sir, your Wife fend you not a worse. Pet. I hope better. Hor. Sirrah Biondello, go and intreat my Wife to come to me forthwith. Exit Biondello. Pet. Oh ho! intreat her! nay then fhe muft needs come. Hor. I am afraid, Sir, do what you can, Enter Biondello. Yours will not be entreated: Now, where's my Wife? Pet. Worfe and worfe, fhe will not come! Pet. What? Hor. She will not. [Exit. Gru. Pet. |