ACT V.

SCENE I-Padua.-Before LUCENTIO's House. Enter on one side BIONDELLO, LUCENTIO, and BiANCA; GREMIO walking on the other side.

Bion. Softly 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; and then come back to my master as soon as I can. [Exeunt Lucentio, Bianca, and Biondello. Gre. I marvel, Cambio comes not all this while. Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, VINCENTIO, and Attendants.

Pet. Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's house, My father's bears more toward the market-place; Thither must I, and here I leave you, Sir.

Vin. You shall not choose 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 busy within, you were best knock louder.

Enter PEDANT above, at a Window.

Ped. What's he, that knocks as he would beat down the gate?

Vin. Is signior Lucentio within, Sir?

Prd. 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 yourself; he shall need none, so long as I live.

Pet. Nay, I told you, your son was beloved; in Padua,-Do you hear, Sir?-To leave frivolous cir cumstances, 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 liest; his father is come from Pisa, and here looking out at the window.

Vin. Art thou his father?

Ped. Ay, Sir; so his mother says, if I may believ

her.

Pet. Why, how now, gentleman! [To Vincen

Why, this is flat knavery, to take upon you another man's name.

Ped. Lay hands on the villain; I believe, 'a means to cozen somebody in this city under any

countenance.

Re-enter BIONDELLO.

Bion. I have seen them in the church together; God send 'em good shipping!-But who is here? Mine old master, Vincentio? Now we are undone, and brought to nothing.

Vin. Come hither, crack-hemp. [Seeing Biondello. Bion. I hope, I may choose, Sir.

Vin. Come hither, you rogue; what, have you forgot me ?

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, Vincentio ?

Bion. What, my old, worshipful old master? Yes, marry, Sir; see where he looks out of the window. Vin. Is't so, indeed? [Beats Biondello.

Bion. Help, help, help! Here's a madman will murder me.

[Exit.

Ped. Help, son! Help, signior Baptista! [Exit, from the window. Pet. Prythee, Kate, let's stand aside, and see the end of this controversy. Re-enter PEDANT below; BAPTISTA, TRANIO, and Servants.

[They retire.

Tra. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my servant?

Vin. What am I, Sir? Nay, what are you, Sir? -Osimmortal gods! O fine villain! A silken doublet! A velvet hose! A scarlet cloak! And a copatain hat-0, I am undone! I am undone! While I play the good husband at home, my son and my servant spend all at the university.

Tra. How now! What's the matter?

Bap. What, is the man lunatic?

Tra. Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman by your habit, but your words shew you a madman: 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? O villain! He is a sail-maker in Bergamo.

• A hat with a conical crown.

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 since he was three years old, and his name is-Tranio.

Ped. Away, away, mad ass! His name is Lucentio; and he is mine only son, and heir to the lands of me, signior Vincentio.

Vin. Lucentio! O, he hath murder'd 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 Officer.] carry this mad knave to the gaol-Father Baptista, I charge you see, that he be forthcoming. Vin. Carry me to the gaol!

Gre. Stay, officer; he shall not go to prison.

Bap. Talk not, signior Gremio; I say, he shall go to prison.

Gre. Take heed, signior Baptista, lest you be coney-catch'd in this business;, I dare swear, this is the right Vincentio.

Ped. Swear, if thou darest.
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 Lucention Pap. Away with the dotard; to the gaol with him. Fin. Thus strangers may be haled and abused: O monstrous villain.

Re-enter BIONDELLO, with LUCENTIO, and BIANCA. Bion. O, we are spoil'd, and-yonder he is; deny him, forswear him, or else we are all undone. Luc. Pardon, sweet father. {Kneeling. Vin. Laves my sweetest son.

[Biondello, Tranio, and Pedant run out.

Bian. Pardon, dear father.

Bap. How hast thou offended

Luc. Here's Lucentio,

[Kneeling!

Where is Lucentio ? 1

Right son unto the right Vincentio ;

That have by marriage made thy daughter mine,
While counterfeit supposes blear'd thine eyne
Gre. Here's packing t, with a witness, to deceive
us all!

Deceived thy eyes.

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+ Tricking, underhand contrivances.

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.

love

Bianca's

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 heaven of my bliss:

What Tranio did, myself enforced him to;
Then pardon him, sweet father, for my sake.

Vin. I'll slit the villain's nose, that would have sent me to the gaol.

Bap. Eut do you hear, Sir? [To Lucentio.] Have you married my daughter without asking my good

will?

Fin. Fear not, Baptista; we will content you,

go to:

But I will in, to be revenged for this villainy.

[Exit.

Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this knavery.

[Exit. Lue. 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.

PLTRUCHIO and KATHARINA advance.

[Exit.

Kath. Husband, let's follow to see the end of this ado.

Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will.
Kath. What, in the midst of the street?
Pet. What, art thou ashamed of me?

Kath. No, Sir; God forbid but ashamed to kiss.
Pet. Why then, let's home again :-Come, sirrah,

let's away.

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 never, for never too late. [Exeunt.

A proverbial expression, repeated after a disappointment.

SCENE II-A Room in LUCENTIO's House. A quet set out.-Enter BAPTISTA, VINCENTIO, GREMIO, the PEDANT, LUCENTIO, BIANCO, PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, HORTENSIO, and WIDOW. TRANIO, BIONDELLO, GRUMIO, and others, attend ing.

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 any father welcome,

While I with self-same kindness welcome thine:-
Brother Petruchio,-sister Katharina,

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 at table. Pet. Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat! Bap. 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.

[dow. Pet. Now, for my life, Hortensio fearst his wiWid. Then never trust me if I be ateard. Pet. You are sensible, and yet you miss my

sense;

I mean, Hortensio is afeard of you.

Wid. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns round.

Pet. Roundly replied.

Kath. Mistress, how mean you that?

Wid. Thus I conceive by him.

Pet. Conceives by mel-How likes Hortensio that?

Hor. My widow says, thus she conceives her tale. Pet. Very well mended: kiss him for that, good 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 troubied with a shrew,
Measures my husband's sorrow by his woe:
And now you know my meaning.

A banquet was a refection consisting of fruit, cakes, &c. + Dreads. VOL. II.

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