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 hal'd and abus'd; oh, monftrous villain ! Bion. Oh, we are fpoil'd, and yonder he is; deny. him, forfwear him, or else we are all undone. [Exeunt Biondello, Tranio, and Pedant. Luc. Pardon, sweet father. [Kneeling. Vin. Lives my. Bian. Pardon, dear father. Bap. How haft thou offended? where is Lucentio ! Luc. Here's Lucentio, right fon to the right Vin centio. That have by marriage made thy daughter mine: Gre. Here's packing with a witnefs to deceive us all, Vin. Where is that damn'd villain Tranio, n That face'd and brav'd me in this matter fo? man end Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio?\> Bian. Cambio is change'd into Lucentio. i a Luc. Love wrought thefe miracles. Bianca's love Made me exchange my ftate with Tranio, While he did bear my countenance in the town: And happily I have arriv'd at last Unto the wished haven of my blifs : 0 What Tranio did, myfelf inforce'd him to; 1 Vin. I'll flit the villain's nofe that would have fent me to the jail. Bap. But do you hear, Sir, have you married my daughter without asking my good-will? ` Vin. Fear not, Baptifta, we will content you, go to: but I will in, to be revenge'd on this villain. [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 fhare of the feaft. [Exit. [Petruchio [Petruchio and Catharina, advancing. Cath. Huband, let's follow, to fee the end of this ado. Pet. First kifs me, Kate, and we will. Cath. No, Sir, God forbid! but asham'd to kiss. let's away. Cath. Nay, I will give thee a kifs; now pray thee, love, ftay. Pet. is not this well? come, my sweet Kate; Better once than never, for never too late. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Changes to Lucentio's apartments *. Enter Baptifta, Petruchio, Hortenfio, Lucentio, and the reft. Bap. Now, in good fadnefs, fon Petruchio, I think thou haft the veriest shrew of ail. -apartments. Pet Enter Baptifta, Vincentio, Gremio, Pedant, Lucentio, Bianca, Tranio, Biondello, Petruchio, Catharina, Grumio, Hortenfio, and wh dow. Tranio's fervans bringing in a banquet, Luc. At laft, tho' long, our jarring notes agree: And thou, Hortenfio, with thy loving widow, Pet. Nothing but fit and fit, and eat and eat! Pet. You are very fenfible, and yet you miss my fenfe. I mean, Hortenfio is afeard of you. Wid. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns round. Cath Pet. Well, I fay, no; and therefore for affurance, Let's each one fend unto his wife, and he Whofe wife is moft obedient to come first, When he doth fend for her, fhall win the wager Gath. Miftrefs, how mean you that? Wid. Thus I'conceive by him. Pet. Conceives by me, how likes Hortenfio that? Pet. Very well mended; kifs him for that, good widow. I pray you, tell me what you meant by that. Wid. Your husband, being troubled with a fhrew, Measures my husband's forrow by his woe. And now you know my meaning. Cath. A very mean meaning. Wid. Right, I mean you. Cath. And I am mean, indeed, refpecting you, Hor. To her, widow. Pet. A hundred marks, my Kate does put her down. [Drinks to Hortenfio. Pet. Spoke like an officer; ha' to thee, lad. Have at you for a better jeft or two. Biar. 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, Catharine, and Widow. Pet. She hath prevented me. Here, Signior Tranio. This bird you aim'd at, tho' you hit it not; Therefore a health to all that fhot and mifs'd. Tra. Oh, Sir, Lucentio flipp'd me like his grey-hound, you there? For. Hor. Content,-what 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. [Exit Bap. Son, I'll be vour half, Bianca comes. Luc. I'll have no halves: I'll bear it all myfelf. How now, what news? Bion. Sir, my miftrefs fends you word That he is bufy, and cannot come. Pet. How the's bufy, and cannot come, anfwer? Gre. Ay, and a kind one too : is that an Pray God, Sir, your wife fend you not a worse. Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go, and intreat my wife to come to me forthwith. [Exit Biondello: Pet. Oh, oh! intreat her! nay, then the needs muft come. Hor. I am afraid, Sir, do you what you can, Enter Biondello. Your's will not be intreated. Now, where's my wife? Pet. Worfe and worse, she will not come ! Pet. What? Hor. She will not. [Exit Gro. Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there's an end. SCENE SCENE V. Enter Catharina. Bap. Now, by my hollidam, here comes Catharine! Cath. What is your will, Sir, that you fend for me? Pet. Where is your fifter, and Hortenfio's wife? Cath. They fit conferring by the parlour-fire. Pet. Go fetch them hither; if they deny to come. Swinge me them foundly forth unto their husbands; Away, I fay, and bring them hither ftraight. [Exit Catharina. Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder. Hor. And fo it is: I wonder what it bodes. Pet. Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life, And awful rule, and right fupremacy: And, to be fhort, what not that's fweet and happy. Enter Catharina, Bianca, and Widow. [She pulls off her cap, and throws it down. Wid. Lord, let me never have a cause to figh, Till I be brought to fuch a filly pafs. Bian. Fie, what a foolish duty call you this? Luc. I would your duty were as foolish too! The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca, Coft me an hundred crowns fince fupper-time. Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty. Pet. Catharine, I charge thee, tell thefe headftrong women, 3 What duty they owe to their lords and husbands. į. Wid. Come, come, you're mocking; we will have no telling. Pet. |