Hor. Say as he fays, or we shall never go. Gath. Forward I pray, fince we are come so far, Cath. I know it is the moon. Pet. Nay, then you lye; it is the bleffed fun, Har. Petruchio, go thy way, the field is won. run; And not unluckily against the bias. But foft, tome company is coming here. SCENE XIII. Enter Vincentio.. Good-morrow, gentle Miftrefs, where away? [To Vincentio Tell me, fweet Kate, and tell me truly too, Haft thou beheld a fresher gentlewoman? Such war of white and red within her cheeks! What ftars befpangle heaven with fuch beauty, As thofe two eyes become that heav'nly face? Fair lovely maid, once more good day to thee: Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's fake,. Hor. He will make the man mad, to make a woman of him. *Cath. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and fweet, Whither * In the first fetch of this play, printed in 1607, we find two speeches in this place worth preferring, and feeming to be of the kand of Shakespear, tho' the rest of that play is far inferior. Mr. Pupe, Fair lovely maiden, young and affable, Cath. Whither away, or where is thy abode ? Pet. Why, how now, Kate, I hope thou art not mad! This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, withered, Cath. Pardon, old father, my mistaken eyes; Pet. Do, good old grandfire, and withal make. known Which way thou travellest; if along with us, Vin. Fair Sir, and you my merry Mistress, A fon of mine, which long I have not seen. Vin. Lucentio, gentle Sir. Pet. Happily met, the happier for thy fon; Cath. Fair lovely Lady, bright and chryftalline, With sweet reflections of thy lovely face. Let Let me embrace with old Vincentio, Vin. But is this true, or is it elfe your pleasure, Like pleafant travellers, to break a jeft Upon the company you overtake? Hor. I do affure thee, father, fo it is. Pet. Come, go along, and fee the truth hereof: For our first merriment hath made thee jealous. [Exeunt Pet. Cath. and Vin. Hor. Well, Petruchio, this hath put me in heart. Have to my widow; and if the be froward, Then haft thou taught Hortenfio to be untoward. ACT V. SCENE I. Before Lucentio's house. [Exit Enter Biondello, Lucentio, and Bianca, Gremio walking on one fide. Bion. Luy. I fly, Biondello; but they may chance S Oftly and fwiftly, Sir, for the priest is ready, to need thee at home, therefore leave us. Bion, Nay, 'faith, I'll fee the church o' your back, and then come back to my mafter as foon as I can. [Exit. Gre. I marvel Cambio comes not all this while. Enter Petruchio, Catharina, Vincentio, and Grumio, with attendants. Pet. Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's house, My father's bears more towards the market-place; Thither muft I, and here I leave you, Sir. Vin. You shall not chufe but drink before you go; I think I fhall command your welcome here; And by all likelihood fome cheer is toward. [knocks. Gre. They're bufy within, you were beft knock louder. [Pedant looks out of the window. Ped. What's he that knocks as he would beat down the gate? Vin. Is Signior Lucentio within, Sir? Ped. 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 as long as I live. Pet. Nay, I told you, your fon was beloved in Padua. Do you hear, Sir? to leave frivolous circumftances, I pray you, tell Signior Lucentio that his father is come from Pifa, and is here at the door to fpeak with him. Ped. Thou lyeft; his father is come to Padua, and here looking out of the window. Vin. Art thou his father? Ped. Ay, Sir; fo his mother fays, if I may believe her. Pet. Why, how now, gentleman! why, this is flat knavery, to take upon you another man's name. Ped. Lay hands on the villain. I believe he means to cozen fome body in this city under my countenance. SCENE II. Enter Biondello. Bion. I have feen them in the church together. God fend 'em good fhipping! But who is here! mine old mafter Vincentio? now we are undone, and brought to nothing. Vin. Come hither, crackhemp. Bion. I hope I may chufe, Sir. Vin. Come hither, you rogue. forgot me? [Seeing Biondello. What! have you Bion. Forgot you? no, Sir: I could not forget you, for I never faw you before in all my life. Vin. What, you notorious villain! didst thou never fee thy malter's father Vincentio ? Bion. What, my old worshipful old master? yes, marry, Sir, fee where he looks out of the window. Vin. Is't fo indeed? [He beats Biondello. Bion. Help, help, help, here's a madman will murder me. Ped. Help, fon; help, Signior Baptifta. Pet. Pr'ythee, Kate, let's ftand afide, and see the end of this controverfy. [They retire. VOL. II. Y y Enter Enter Pedant with fervants, Baptista, and Tranio. Tra. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my fervant? Vin. What am I, Sir! Nay, what are you, Sir? Oh, immortal Gods! oh, fine villain! a filken doublet, avelvet hofe, a scarlet cloak and a copatain hat: oh, I am undone! I am undone! while I play the good hufband at home, my fon and my fervants spend all at the university. Tra. How now, what's the matter? Bap. What, is this man lunatic?' Tra. Sir, you feem a fober ancient gentleman by your habit, but your word's fhew 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! oh villain, he is a failmaker in Bergamo. Bap. You mistake, Sir, you mistake, Sir; pray, what do you think is his name ? N Vin. His name? as if I knew not his name: I have brought him up ever fince he was three years old, and his name is Tranio. Ped. Away, away, mad afs! his name is Lucentio: and he is mine only fon, and heir to the lands of me Signior Vincentio. Vin. Lucentio ! oh, he hath murdered his master'; lay hold of him, I charge you in the Duke's name; oh, my fon, my fon, tell me, thou villain, where is my fon Lucentio ? Tra. Call forth an officer'; carry this mad knave to the jail; Father Baptifla, I charge you, fee that he be forthcoming. Vin. Carry me to jail! Gre. Stay, officer, he fhall not go to prison. Bap. Talk not, Signior Gremio: I fay, he fhall ge to prifon. Gre. Take heed, Signior Baptifta, left you be coney catch'd in this bufinefs; I dare fwear this is the righť Vincentio. 3 Ped. Swear, if thou dar'ft. Gre. Nay, I dare not fwear it. Tra. Then thou wert best say that I am not Lucentio ? } Gre. |