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Tra. How now! what's the matter?
Bar. What, is the man lunatic ?

Tra. Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman.bg your habit, but your words shew you a madman: Why. bir, what concerns it you, if I wear pearl and gold ? i

Vin. Thy father? O, villain! he is a sail-maker in Bergamo

You mistake, sir; you mistake, sir: Pray,

name? as if I knew not his name: I have brought him up ever since he was three years old, and his

name - Tranio.
Ped. Away, away, mad ass 1 his name is Lucentio ;

only son, and heir to the lands of me,

0, he hath murdered his master! Lay hold on him, I charge you, in the duke's name:O, my son, my son - tell me, thou villain, where is my son Lucentio ?

Tra. Call forth an officer: (Enter one with an oficer.)- Carry this mad knnve to the gaol : - Father

charge you, see that he be forthcoming.
Vin. Carry me to the gaot!
Gre. Stay, officer; he shall not go to prison.
Bap. Talk not, signior Gremio; I say, he shall go

Gre. Take heed, signior Baptista, lest you be coney, catcher

this business; I dare swear, this is the right Vincentio.

Ped. Swear, if thou darest,
Gre. Nay, 1 dare not swear it.

Then thou wert best say, that I am not
Gre. Yes, I know thee to be signior Lucentio.
Bap. Away sfth the dotard; to the gaol with him.

Vin. Thus strangers may be haled and abused :-) monstrous villain

to prison.

Re-enter BIONDELLO, with LUCENTIO and

BIANCA. Bion. O, 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 oul.)

SCENE II. - A Room in Lucentio's House.

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Bian. Pardon, dear father.

(Knecling.) Bap.

How hast thou offended -
Where is Lucentio ?
Luc.

Here's Luccntio,
Right son unto the right Vincentio;
That hare by marriago made the daughter mine,
While counterfeit supposes blear'd thine eyne.

Gre. Here's packing, with a witness, to deceive us all.

Vin. Where is that damned villain, Tranio, That faced and braved me in this matter so?

Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio? Bian. Cambio is changed into Lucentio. Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's love Made me exchange my state with Tranio, While he did hear my countenance in the town; And happily I have arrived at last Unto the wished haven of niy bliss :What Tranio did, myseil enforced him to;

him, sweet father, for my sake. Vin. I'll slit the villain's nose, that would have sent me to the gaol.

Bap. But do you hear, sir? (To Lucentio.) Hare you married my daughter without asking my goodwill ?

Vin. Pear not, Baptista ; we will content you, go to: But I will in to be revenged for this villainy.

Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this kvarery. Luc. Look not pale, Bianca; the father will not frown.

[Ezeunt Luc. and Bian. Gre. My cake is dough: But 1'11 in among the rest Out of hope of all, --but my share of the feast.

PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA advance. Kath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end of this Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will. Kaik. What, in the midst of the street ? Pel. What, art thou ashamed of me? Kath. No, sir; God forbid :-but ashamed to kiss. Pel. Why, then let's home agajn : - Come, sirrah, Kath. Nay, I will gire thee a kics: now, praș thee,

love, stay Pel. Is not this well ?-. Come, my sweet Kate; Better once than never, for never too late.

A Banquet set out. Enter BAPTISTA, VIN.

CENTIO, GREMIO, the Pedant, LUCENTIO,
BIANCA, PETRUCH10, KATHARINA, HOR-
TENSIO, and Widow. TRANIO, BIONDELLO,
GRUMIO, and others, atter ding.

Luc. At last, though long, our jarring notes agree:
And time it is, when raging war is done,
To smile at 'scapes and perils overblown.-
My fair Bianca, bid my father welcome,
While I with sell-same kindness welcome thine :-
Brother Petruchio, -sister Katharina,
And thou, Hortensio, with the loving widow,-
Peast with the best, and welcome to my house;
My banquet is to close our stomachs up,
Alter our great good cheer: Pray you, sit down ;
Por now we sit to chat, as well as eat.

(They sit al table.)
Pel. Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat!
Rap. 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.

Pel. Now, for my life, Hortensio fears his widow.
Wid. Then never trust me, if I be alear'd.
Pet. You are sensible, and yet you miss my sense ;
I mean, Hortensio is afear'd of you.
Wid. He, that is giddy, thinks the world turns round.
Pet. Roundly replied.
Rath.

Mistress, bow mean you that!
Wid. Thus I conceive by him.
Pd. Conceives by me!-How likes Hortensio that!
Hor. My widow says, thus she conceives her tale.
Pel. Very well mended: Kiss him for that, good
widow.

(round:-
Kath. He, that is giddy, thinks the world turns
1 pray you, tell me what you mean by that.
Wid. Your husband, being troubled with a shrew,
Measures my husband's corrow by his wo:
And now you know my meaning

Kath. A very mean meaning.
Wid.
Kath. And I am mean, indeed, respecting you.

Suah Right, I mean you.
Pet. To her, Kate !
Hor. To ber, widow

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SCENE II. - A Room in Lucentio's House.

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A Banquet set out. Enter BAPTISTA, VIN.
CENTIO, GREMIO, the Pedant, LUCENT10,
BIANCA, PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, HOR
TENSIO, and Widow. 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 overblown. -
My fair Bianca, bid my father welcome,
While I with self-same kindness welcome thine: -
And thou, Hortensio, 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 sit to chat, as well as eat.

(They sit al table.)
Pel. Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat!
Bap. Padua affords this kindness, son Petruchio.
Pei. Padua affords nothing but what is kind.
Hor. For both our sakes, I would that word were
Pet. Now, for my life, Hortensio fears his widlow.
Wid. Then never trust me, if I be a lear'd.

Pet. You are sensible, and yet you miss my sense ;
I mean, Hortensio is asear'd of you.
Wid. He, that is giddy, thinks the world turns round.
Pet. Roundly replied.
Rath,

Mistress, how mean you that!
Wid. Thus I conceive by him.
Pet. Conceives by me!-How likes Hortenslo that?
Hor. My widow says, thus she conceives her tale.
Pet. Very well mended: Kiss him for that, good

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Kath. He, that is giddy, thinks the world turns
Wid. Your husband, being troubled with a shrew,
Measures my husband's sorrow by his wo:
And now you know my meaning
Kath. A very mean meaning.

Right, I mean you.
Kath. And I am mean, Indeed, respecting you.
Pet. To her, Kate !

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Biondello, bid your mistress come to mo

Bion. 1 go.
Bap. Son, I will be your hall, Bianca comes,
Luc. I'll have no halves: I'll bear it all myself

Re-enter BIONDELLO.
How 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,

As, and a kind one too:
Pray God, sit, your wife send you not a worto.

Pet. I hope, better.
Hor. Sirah, Biondello, go, and entreat my wife
To come to me forth with (Exit Biondello
Pet.

O, bol enireat her!
Nas, then she must Deeds come.
Hor.

I am afraid, sir,
Do what you can, yours will not be entreated

Pet. A hundred marks, my Kale does put her down.
Hor. That's my office.
Pet. Spoke like an officer :- Ha' to thee lad.

(Drinks to Hortensto.) Bap. How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks! Gre. Believe me, sir, they butt together well.

Bian. Head and butt? ari hasts-witted body Would say, your head and butt were head and horn.

Vin. Ay, mistress bride, hath that awaken'd you? Binn. 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 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.

(Breunt Bianca, Katharina, and Widow. Pet. She hath prevented me. Here, signior Tradio, This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not: Therefore, a health to all, that shot and miss'd.

Tra. O, sir, Lacentio slipp'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. Oho, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now.
Luc. I thank thee for that gird, good Transo.
Hor. Confess, confess, hath he not hit you here?
Pet. 'A has a little gallid me, I confess;

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 - no: and therefore, for assurance, Let's each one send unto his wife; And he, whose wife is most obedient To come at first, when he doth send for her, Shall win the wager, which we will propose.

what is the wager: Luc.

Twents crowds. I'll venture so much on my hawk, or hound, But twenty times so much upon my wife.

Content.

A match; 'tis done.

Re-enter BIONDELLO. Now, where's my wife!

Bion. She says, you have some goodly jest to hand;
She will not come ; slie bids you come to her.

Peteorse and worse ; she will not come! O vile,
Intolerable, not to be endured!
Birrah, Grumlo, go to your mistress:
Bay, I command her come to me.

[Exit Grumia.
Hor. I know her answer.
Pet.
Hor.

She will not come.
Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end.

And

What?

Hor. Content:

Pet. Twenty crowns !

Enter KATHARINA. Rap. Now, by my holidame, here comes Katharina ! Kath. What is your will, sir, that you send for me? Pe. Where is your sister, and Hortensio's wife? Kath. They sit conferring by the parlour fire.

Pet. Go fetch them hither; if they deny to come, Swinge me them soundly forth unto their husbands; Away, I say, and bring them hither straight.

[Erit Katharinas Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder, Hor. And so it is; I wonder what it boden.

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Luc. A hundred, then.
Hor.
Pet.
Hor. Who shall begin ?
Luc.

That will l. Go,

Biondello, bid your mistress come to me,
Bion. I go.

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Hap. Son, I will be your hall, Bianca comes.
Luc. I'll have no halves : I'll bear it all myself.

Re-enter BIONDELLO,
How now! what news?
Bion.

Sir, my mistress tends you word That she is busy, and she cannot come,

Pet. How! she is busy, and she cannot come IS that an answer!

Ay, and a kind one too : Pray God, sir, your wife send you not a worse.

Pet. I hope, better,

Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go, and entreat my wife To come to me forthwith,

(Exit Biondello

o, ho! entreat her! Nay, then she must needs come. Hor.

I am afraid, sir, Do what you can, yours will not be entreated

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Re-enter BIONDELLO. 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.

Pet. orse and worse ; she will not come! O vile, Intolerable, not to be endured! Birrah, Grumlo, go to your mistress Say, I command her come to me. [Erit Grumio. Hor. I know her answer. Pet.

What ? Hor.

She will not come. Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end.

Bnter KATHARINA. Bap. Now, by my holidame, here comes Katharina ! Kath. What is your will, sir, that you send for me? Pel. Where is your sister, and Hortensio's wife ? Kath. They sit conferring by the parlour fire.

Pet. Go fetch them hither , if they deny to come, Swinge me them sounds forth unto their husbands; Away, I say, and bring them hither straight.

[Exit Katharina Luc. Here is a wonder, If you talk of a wonder. Hor. And so it la; I wonder what it boder

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