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My name is call'd Vincentio, my dwelling Pisa ;
And bound I am to Padua, there to visit
A son of mine, which long I have not seen.

Pet. What is his name?
Vin. Lucentio, gentle Sir.

Pet. Happily met, the happier for thy son ;
And now by law, as well as reverend age,
I may entitle thee my loving Father :
The Sister of my Wife, this

Thy Son by this hath married. Wonder not,
Nor be not griev'd, fhe is of good esteem,
Her dowry wealthy, and of worthy birth;
Befide, fo qualified, as may beseem
The Spouse of any noble Gentleman.
Let me embrace with old Vincentio,
And wander we to see thy honeft Son,
Who will of thy arrival be full joyous.

Vin. But is this true, or is it else your pleasure,
Like pleasant travellers, to break a jest


company you overtake?
Hor. I do assure thee, Father, so it is.

Pet. Come, go along, and see the truth hereof:
For our first merriment hath made thee jealous.

[Exeunt Pet. Cath. and Vina
Hor. Well, Petruchio, this hath put me in heart.
Have to my widow ; and if she be froward,
Then halt thou taught Hortenfio to be untoward. [Exit.

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ACT V. SCE N E, before Lucentio's House. Enter Biondello, Lucentio and Bianca, Gremio

walking on one side.


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Oftly and swiftly, Sir, for the Priest is ready.

Luc. I fly, Biondello ; but they may chance to need thee at home, therefore leave us. Bion. Nay, faith, I'll see the church o' your back, (20) and then come back to my Master as soon as I

Gre. I marvel, Cambio comes not all this while.
Enter Petruchio, Catharina, Vincentio and Grumio,

witb Attendants.
Pet. Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's house,
My Father's bears more towards the Market-place ;
Thither must I, and here I leave you, Sir.

Vin. You shall not chufe but drink before you go;
I think, I shall command your welcome here;
And by all likelihood some cheer is toward. (Knocks.

Gre. They're busie within, you were best knock louder.

[Pedant looks out of the window. Ped. What's he, that knocks as he would beat down the gate?

(20) And then come back to my Mistress as soon as I can.] The Editions all agree in this reading ; but what Mistress was Biondello to come back to ? He must certainly mean; “Nay, “ faith, Sit, I must see you in the Church; and then for fear “ I should be wanted, r'll run back to wait on Tranio, who at * present personates you, and whom therefore I at present ac. knowledge for my Master."

Vin. Is Signior Lucentio within, Sir?
Ped. He's within, Sir, but not to be spoken withal.

Vin. What, if a man bring him a hundred pound or two, to make merry withal !

Ped. Keep your hundred pounds to your self, he shall need none as long as I live.

Pet. Nay, I told you, your Son was belov'd in Pa. dua Do you hear, Sir? to leave frivolous circumstances, I pray you, tell Signior Lucentio that his Father is come from Pisa, and is here at the door to speak with him.

Ped. Thou lieft ; his Father is come to Padua, and here looking out of the window.

Vin. Art thou his Father?

Ped. Ay, Sir, fo his Mother says, if I may believe her.

Pet. Why, how now, Gentleman! why, this is flat knavery to take upon you another man's name.

Ped. Lay hands on the villain. I believe, he means to cozen somebody in this city under


Enter Biondello.
Bion. I have seen them in the Church together. God
send 'em good shipping ! but who is heret mine old
Master Vincentio ? now we are undone, and brought to

Vin. Come hither, crackhemp. [Seeing Biondello.
Bion. I hope, I may chuse, Sir.
Vin. Come hither, you rogue ; what, have you forgot

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Bion. Forgot you? no, Sir : I could not forget you, for I never saw you before in all my life.

Vin. What, you notorious villain, didst thou never see thy Master's Father Vincentia?

Bion. What, my old worshipful old master? yes, marry, Sir, see where he looks out of the window. Vin. Is't fo indeed ?

[He beats Biondello. Bion. Help, help, help, here's a madman will murther me.


Ped. Help, Son; help, Signior Baptifta.

Pet. Pr'ythee, Kate, let's stand afide, and see the and of this controverfie.

[They retire. Enter Pedant witb Servants, Baptista and Tranio. Tra. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my fervant?

Vin. What am I, Sir; nay, what are you, Sir ? oh, immortal Gods! oh, fine villain ! a filken doublet, a velvet hose, a scarlet cloak and a copatain hat: oh, I am undone! I am undone! while I play the good hulband at home, my son and my servants spend all at the University.

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 shew 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, be 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 ass! his name is Lucentio : and he is mine only fon, and heir to the lands of me Signior Vincentio.

Vin. Lucentio! oh, he hath murthered his master; lay hold of 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 jail; Father Baptifta, I charge you, fee, that he be forth-coming

Vin. Carry me to jail?
Gre. Stay, Officer, he shall not go to prison.

Bap. Talk not, Signior Gremio : I say, he shall go prison,


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Gre. Take heed, Signior Baptista, left you be conycateb'd in this businefs; I dare swear, this is the right Vincentio.

Ped. Swear, if thou dar'ft,
Gre. Nay, I dare not swear it.
Tra. Then thou wert best say, 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 Lucentio and Bianca.
Vin. Thus ftrangers may be halld 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.

[Exeunt Biondello, Tranio and Pedant. Luc. Pardon, Tweet Father.

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 Vixo

That have by marriage made thy Daughter mine :
While counterfeit fupposers bleer'd thine eyne.

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 these miracles, Bianca's love
Made me exchange my state with Tranio,
While he did bear my countenance in the town:
And happily I have arrived 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 fake.

Vin. I'll fit the villain's nose, that would have fent me to the jail

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

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