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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 spoil'd, and yonder he is; deny him, forfwear him, or else we are all undone. [Exeunt Biondello, Tranio, and Pedant.
Luc. Pardon, fweet father.
Vin. Lives my sweet son?
Bap. How haft thou offended? where is Lucentio !
That have by marriage made thy daughter mine:
Gre. Here's packing with a witnefs to deceive us all.
Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio?
Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's love
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 atking 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 reft, Out of hope of all but my fhare of the feaft. [Exit.
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[Petruchio and Catharina, advancing.
Cath. Hufband, let's follow, to fee the end of this ado.
Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will.
Cath. Nay, I will give thee a kiss; now pray thee, love, ftay.
Pet. is not this well? come, my fweet Kate; Better once than never, for never too late. [Exeunt,
SCENE IV. Changes to Lucentio's apartments *. Enter Baptifta, Petruchio, Hortenfio, Lucentio, and the rest.
Bap. Now, in good fadnefs, fon Petruchio, I think thou haft the verieft fhrew of all.
Enter B ptifta, Vincentio, Gremio, Pedant, Lucentio, Bianca, Tranio, Biondello, Petruchio, Catharina, Grumio, Hortenfio, and widow. Tranio's fervants bringing in a banquet.
Luc. At laft, tho' long, our jarring notes agree:
And thou, Hortenfio, with thy loving widow,
After our great good cheer: pray you, fit down;
Pet. Nothing but fit and fit, and eat and eat!
Pet. You are very fenfible, and yet you mifs my fenfe. I mean, Hortenfio is afeard of you.
Wid. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns round
Pet. Well, I fay, no; and therefore for affurance, Let's each one fend unto his wife, and he Whofe wife is most obedient to come first, When he doth fend for her, shall win the
Cath. Miftrefs, how mean you that?
Pet. Conceives by me, how likes Hortenfio that?
pray you, tell me what you meant by that.
Wid. Your hubane, being troubled with a fhrew, Measures my hulband's forrow by his woe.
And now you know my meaning.
Cath. A very mean meaning.
Wid. Right, mean you.
Cath. And I am mean, indeed, refpecting you.
Pet. To her, Kate.
Hor. To her, widow.
Pet. A hundred marks, my Kate does put her down.
Hor. That's my office.
Pet. Spoke like an officer; ha' to thee, lad. [Drinks to Hortenfio.
Bap. How likes Gremio thefe quick-witted folks?
Gre. Believe me, Sir, they butt heads together well.
Vin. Ay, Miftrefs Bride, hath that awaken'd you?
Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush:
[Exeunt Bianca, Charine, 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 hot and mis'd.
Tra. Oh, Sir, Lucentio flipp'd me like nis grey-hound, Which runs himself, and catches for his master.
Pet. A good fwitt fimile, but fomething currifh. Tra. 'Tis well, Sir, that you hunted for yourself; 'Tis thought your deer does hold you at a bay.
Bap. Oh, oh, Petruchio, Franio hits you now.
Pet. He has a little gill'd me, I confels; And as the jeft did glance away from me, 'Tisten to one it maim'd you two outright.
Enter Baptifta, &c.
Hor. Content,what wager?
Pet. Twenty crowns!
I'll venture fo much on my hawk or hound,
Luc. A hundred then.
Pet. A match; 'tis done.
Hor. Who fhall begin?
Go, Biondello, bid your mistress come to me.
Bap. Son, I'll be your half, Bianca comes.
How now, what news?
Bion. Sir, my mistress fends you word
That the is busy, and cannot come.
Pet. How he's bufy, and cannot come, is that an answer?
Gre. Ay, and a kind one too:
Pray God, Sir, your wife send 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 must
Hor. I am afraid, Sir, do you what you can,
Your's will not be intreated. Now, where's my wife?
Pet. Worfe and worfe, fhe will not come !
Hor. She will not.
Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there's an end.
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 straight.
[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. Bap. Now fair befal thee, good Petruchio ! The wager thou haft won; and I will add Unto their loffes twenty thoufand crowns, Another dowry to another daughter; For fhe is change'd as she had never been. Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet, And fhow more fign of her obedience,
Her new-built virtue and obedience.
Enter Catharina, Bianca, and Widow.
See, where fhe comes, and brings your froward wives
Bian. Fie, what a foolish duty call you this?
Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty. "Pet. Catharine, I charge thee, tell thefe headstrong
What duty they owe to their lords and husbands. Wid. Come, come, you're mocking; we will have no telling.