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Gre. Take heed, 'Signior Baptista , lest you be cow ney-catch'd in this business; I dare swear, this is the right Vincentio.
Ped. Swear, if you dar'st.
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 gæol with him.
Vin. This strangers may be haled and abusd: O monstrous villain!
Re-enter BIONDELLO, with LUCENTI and BIANCA.'
Bion. 0, we are spoiled, and Yonder he is; deny him, forswear him, or else we are all undone. Luc. Pardon, sweet father.
(Kneeling. -Vin. Lives my sweetest son ?
(BIONDELLO, TRANIO, and Pedant run out. Bian. Pardon, dear father.
[Kneeling. Bap. How hast thou offended ? Where is Lucentio ?
Luc. Here's Lucentio, "..
Gre. Here's packing, with a witness, to deceive us all!
Vin. Where is that damned villain, Tranio, That fac'd and bray'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 arriv'd at last Unto the vished haven of my bliss : What Tranio did; myself entorc'd him to; Then pardon him, sveet l'ather, før my sake. VOL. VI,
Vin. I'll slit the villain's nose, that would have sent me to the gaol.
Bap. Båt do you hear Sir? ( To LUCENTI0.) Have you married my daughter without asking my good will ?
Vin. Fear not, Baptista; we will content you, go to: But I will in, to be reveng'd for this villainy. (Exit. Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this knavery.
[ Erit. Luc. Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not
frown. (Exeunt LUCENTIO and BIANCA. Gre. My cake is dough: But I'll in among the rest ; Out of hope of all, but my share of the feast. (Exit.
PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA advance.
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 neyer, for never too late. (Exeunt.
S CE N E I I. A Room in Lucéntio's, House. A Banquet set out. Enter BAPTISTA, VINCENTIO, GREMIO, the Pedant, LUCENTIO, BIANCA, PETRE CHIO,KATHARINA, HORTENSIO,andWidow. TRANIO,
BIONDELLO, GRUMIO, and Others, attending. Luc. At last, though long, our jarring notes agree; 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-same kindness welcome thine:
[They sit at table.
Pet. Now, for my life, Hortensio fears his widow. Wid. Then never trust me if I be afeared.
Pet. You are sensible, and yet you miss my sense; I mean, Hortensio is afcard of you.
Wid. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns round.
widow. 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 shrevy.
W’id. Right, I mean you.
Hor. That's my offic.
[Drinks to HORTENSIO. Bap. How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks ? Gre. Believe mé, Sir, they butt together well.
Bian. Head, and butt: an hasty-witted body Would say, your head and butt were head and hori.
Vin. Ay, mistress bride, hath that awaken'd you? Bian. Ay, bizt not frighted me; therefore I'll sleep
again.. Pet. Nay, that you shall not; since you have begun, Have at you for a bitter jest 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.
[Exeunt BIANCA, KATHARINA, and Widow. Pet. She hath prevented me. Here, Signior
Tra. (, Sir, Lucentio shipp'd me like his greyhound, Which runs himself, and catches for his master.
Pet. A good swift simile, but something currish.
Tra. "Tis well, Sir, that you hunted for yourself: 'Tis thought, your deer does hold you at a bay.
Bap. O ho, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now. Luc. I thank thee for that gird, good Tranio. Hor. Confess, confess; hath he not hit you here?
Pet. 'A has a little gall'd me, I confess; And, as the jest 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 hast the veriest shrew of all.
Pet. Well, I say 1-10: and therefore, for'assurances Let's each one send unto his wife; And he, whose wife is most obediente
To come at first when he doth send for her,
Hor. Content; -- What is the wager?
Pet. Twenty growns!
Luc. A huhdred then.
[ Exit. Bap. Son, I will be your half, Bianca comes. Luc. I'll have no halves; I'll bear it all myself.
Re-enter BIONDELLO. llow now! what news?
Bion. Sir, my mistress sends you word That she is busy, and she cannot come.
Pet. How! she is busy, and she cannot come! Is that an answer?
Gre. Ay, and a kind one too:
Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go, and entreat my wife
Hor. I am afraid, Sir,
Bion. She says, you have some goodly jest iu hand; She will not come; she bids you come to her.