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My name is call'd Vincentio, my dwelling Pisa ;
Pet. What is his name?
Pet. Happily met, the happier for thy son ;
Vin. But is this true, or is it else your pleasure,
company you overtake?
Pet. Come, go along, and see the truth hereof:
[Exeunt Pet. Cath. and Vina
ACT V. SCE N E, before Lucentio's House. Enter Biondello, Lucentio and Bianca, Gremio
walking on one side.
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.
Vin. You shall not chufe but drink before you go;
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?
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
Vin. Come hither, crackhemp. [Seeing Biondello.
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?
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?
Bap. Talk not, Signior Gremio : I say, he shall go prison,
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,
Enter Lucentio and Bianca.
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.
Gre. Here's packing with a witness to deceive us all.
Vin. Where is that damn'd Villain Tranio,
Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio ?
Luc. Love wrought these miracles, Bianca's love
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?