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brought him up ever since he was three Years old, and his Name is Tranio.

Ped. Away, away mad Ass, 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 Master; 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 Lucentio ?

Tra. Call forth an Officer; carry this mad Knave to the Goal; Father, Baptista, I charge you see that he be forthcoming.

Vin. Carry me to Goal ?
Gre. Stay, Officer, he shall not go to Prison.
Bap. Talk not, Signior Gremio; I say he shall go to Pri-


Gre. Take heed, Signior Baptista, left you be Cony. catch'd in this Business; I dare swear this is the right Vine centio.

Ped. Swear if thou darst.
Gre. Nay, I dare not swear it.
Tra. Then thou wert best say, that I am not Lucentie.
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 hald and abus'd; oh monstrous Villain.

Bion. Oh we are spoil'd, and yonder he is, deny him, forswear him, or else we are all undone.

Exit Biondello, Tranio and Pedant as fast as may be. 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 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 so?


Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio ?
Bian. Cambio is chang'd into Lucentio.

Luc. Love wrought chese Miracles. Bianca's Love
Made me exchange my State with Tranio,
While he did bear my Countenance in the Town: ..
And happily I have arrivd at last
Unto the wished Haven of my Bliss;
What Tranio did, my self enforc'd him to;
Then pardon him, sweet Father, for my Sake.

Vini I'll slit the Villain's Nose that would have sent 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 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.

Karh. 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 alham'd of me?
Kath. No, Sir, God forbid, but alham'd to kiss. .

Per, 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,



Enter Baptista, Vincentio, Gremio, Pedant, Lucentio. Bi.

anca, Trapio, Biondello, Petruchio, Katharina, Grumio, Hortenlio and Widow. Tranio's Servants bringing in a

Luc. A T last, tho' long, our jarring Notes agree,

11 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-fame Kindness welcome thine;
Brother Petruchio, Sister Katharine,
And thou Hortenso 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 fit to chat as well as eat.

Pet. Nothing but lit 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 iny Life Hortenfio fears his Widow.
Hor. Then never trust me if I be afeard.

Pet. You are very sensible, and yet you miss my Sense: I mean Hortensio is a feard of you.

Wid. He that is giddy thinks the World turns round.
Pet. Roundly replied.
Kath. Mistress, how mean you that?
Wid. Thus I conceive by him.
Pet. Conceives by me, how likes Hortenfio that?
Hor. My Widow fays, thus she conceives her Tale.
Pet. Very well mended, kiss him for that, good Wis

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


ting you.

Kath. A very mean Meaning.
Wid. Right, I mean you.
Kath. And I am mean indeed, ref
Pet. To her, Kate.
Hør. To her, Widow.
Pet. A hundred Marks, my Kate do 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 bute together well..

Bian. Head, and but, an hafty-witted Body
Would say, your Head and But 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 Jeft or two.

Bian. Am I your Bird, I mean to shift my Bush,
And then pursue me as you draw your Bow.
You are welcome all . Exit Bianca, Kath. and Widow

Pet. She hath prevented me. Here Signior Tranio,
This Bird you aim'd at, tho’ you hit it. nots
Therefore a Health to all that shot and missod.

Tra. Oh, Sir, Lucentio Aipt me like his Gray-hound,
Which runs himself, and catches for his Mafter.

Pet. A good swift Simile, but something currith...

Tra. 'Tis well, Sir, 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 Tranio.

Hor. Confess, confess, hath he not hit you þeres
1 Pet. He has a little galld me, I confess;

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 veriest Shrew of all.
:: Pet. Well, I say no; and therefore for Alluranc

Let's each one send unto his Wife,
And he whose Wife is most obedient,


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pnet. Twenty Chat's the we wille for her.

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.
Pet. A match, 'tis done.
Hor. Who shall 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.
Lúc. I'll have no halves : I'll bear it all my self.

Enter Biondello. How now, what News ?

Bion. Sir, my Mistress sends you Word That she is busie, and cannot come. -- Pet. How? she's bulie, and cannot come: Is that an Answer?

Gre. Ay, and a kind one too:
Pray God, Sir, your Wife send you not a worse.

Pét. 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 she must needs come. Hor. I am afraid, Sir, do what you can,

ou Enter Biondello.. Yours will not be entreated: Now, where's my Wife?

Bion. She says you have some goodly Jest in Hand, She will not come: She bids you come to her.

Per. Worse and worse, she will not come!
Oh vild, intolerable, not to be indur'd: ..
Şirrah Grumio, go to your Mistress,
Say I command her to come to me. . [Exit. Gru.

Hor., I know her Answer..
Pet. What?
Hor. She will not.


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