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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.
Vin. Lives my sweet Son?

Bian. Pardon, dear Father.

[Kneeling.

Bap. How haft thou offended; where is Lucentio?
Luc. Here's Lucentio, right Son to the right Vincentio.
That have by Marriage, made thy Daughter mine:
While counterfeit Supposes bleer'd thine Eyn.
Gre. Here's packing with a witness to deceive us all.
Vin. Where is that damn'd Villain Tranio,
That fac'd and brav'd me in this Matter fo?

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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
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 wifhed Haven of my Bliss;

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

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."
Pet. First kiss me," Kate, and we will.

Kath. What, in the midst of the Street?
Pet. What, art thou asham'd of me?

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-
anca, Tranio, Biondello, Petruchio, Katharina, Grumio,
Hortenfio and Widow. Tranio's Servants bringing in a
Banquet.

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.
My fair Bianca, bid my Father welcome,
While I with felf-fame Kindness welcome thine;
Brother Petruchio, Sifter Katharine,

And thou Hortenfio with thy loving Widow;
Feaft with the beft, and welcome to my Houfe,
My Banquet is to close our Stomachs up
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 Sakes I would that Word were true.
Pet. Now for my Life Hortenfio fears his Widow.
Hor. Then never trust me if I be afeard.

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.
Pet. Roundly replied.

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
Measure's my Husband's Sorrow by his Woe;
And now you know my Meaning.

Katha

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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
Hor. That's my Office.

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
Pet. She hath prevented me. Here Signior Tranie,
This Bird you aim'd at, tho' you hit it. not,
Therefore a Health to all that shot and miss'd.

Tra. Oh, Sir, Lucentio flipt me like his Gray-hound,
Which runs himself, and catches for his Mafter.
Pet. A good fwift Simile, but fomething currith.
Tra. 'Tis well, Sit, that you hunted for your self:
'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 Tranie.
Her. Confefs, confefs, hath he not hit you here?
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 Sadness, Son Petruchio,

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,
Shall win the Wager which we will propofe.
Hor. Content, what's the Wager?
Luc. Twenty Crowns.

Pet. Twenty Crowns!

I'll venture fo much on my Hawk or Hound,
But twenty times fo much upon my Wife.
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.

Luc. I'll have no halves: I'll bear it all my self.

Enter Biondello.

How now, what News?

Bion. Sir,
Sir, my

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?
Bion. She fays you have fome goodly Jeft in Hand,
She will not come: She bids you come to her.

Pet. Worfe and worfe, fhe will not come!
Oh vild, intolerable, not to be indur'd:
Sirrah Grumio, go to your Mistress,
Say I command her to come to me.
Hor. I know her Anfwer.

Pet. What?

Hor. She will not.

[Exit. Gru.

Pet.

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