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Hor. Say as he fays, or we fhall never go.
Pet. I fay it is the moon.
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.
And not unluckily against the bias.
SCENE XIII. Enter Vincentio. Good-morrow, gentle Mistress, where away? [To Vincentio.
Tell me, fweet Kate, and tell me truly too,
Hor. He will make the man mad, to make a woman of him.
*Cath. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and fweet,
In the first fetch of this play, printed in 1607, we find icvo (peeches in this place worth preferving, and feeming to be of the kana of Shakespear, tho' the rest of that play, is far inferior. Mr. Pupe.
Fair lovely maiden, young and affable,
Sweet Catharine, this lovely woman
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,
Gath. Pardon, old father, my mistaken eyes;
Pet. Do, good old grandfire, and withal make.
Which way thou travelleft; if along with us,
Vin. Fair Sir, and you my merry Mistress, That with your ftrange encounter much amaz'd mè My name is call'd Vincentio, my dwelling Pifa; And bound I am to Padua, there to vifit A fon of mine, which long I have not seen. Pet. What is his name?
Vin. Lucentio, gentle Sir.
Pet. Happily met, the happier for thy fon;
Cath. Fair lovely Lady, bright and chryftalline,
Let me embrace with old Vincentio,
Vin. But is this true, or is it elfe your pleasure,
Hor. I do affure thee, father, fo it is.
ACT V. SCENE I.
Before Lucentio's houfe.
Enter Biondello, Lucentio, and Bianca, Gremio walking on one fide.
Luc. I fly, Biondello; but they may chance 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.
Gre. I marvel Cambio comes not all this while.
Enter Petruchio, Catharina, Vincentio, and Grumie, with attendants.
Pet. Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's houfe, My father's bears more towards the market-place; Thither muft I, and here I leave you, Sir.
Vin. You fhall 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 Pisa, 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.
What! have you
Bion. Forgot you? no, Sir: I could not forget you, for I never faw you before in all my life.
Vin. Come hither, crackhemp. Bion. I hope I may chufe, Sir. Vin. Come hither, you rogue. forgot me?
Vin. What, you notorious villain! didst thou never fee thy malter's father Vincentio ?
Bion. What, my old worshipful old mafter? 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 Baptista.
Pet. Pr'ythee, Kate, let's ftand afide, and fee the end of this controverfy.
[They retire. Enter
Enter Pedant with fervants, Baptifta, 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 univerfity.
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 ?
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 ass! 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
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 prifon.
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 right Vincentio.
Ped. Swear, if thou dar'ft.
Gre. Nay, I dare not swear it.
Tra. Then thou wert best say that I am not Lucentio ?