SCENE II. Enter Biondello. Bion. I have feen them in the Church together. God fend 'em good shipping! but who is here? mine old Master Vincentio? now we are undone, and brought to nothing. Vin. Come hither, crackhemp. [Seeing Biondello. Bion. I hope, I may chufe, Sir. Vin. Come hither, you rogue; what, have you got me ? for 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, didft thou ne ver see thy Master'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, Son; help, Signior Baptifta. Pet. Pr'ythee, Kate, let's ftand afide, and fee the end of this controversy. [They retire. Enter Pedant with Servants, 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, a velvet hofe, a scarlet cloak and a copatain hat: oh, I am undone! I am undone! while I play the good husband at home, my fon and my fervants spend all at the University. 4 A copatain bat, is, I believe, as was anciently worn by well a hat with a conical crown, fuch dreffed men. G 4 Tra. Tra. How now, what's the matter? Bap. What, is this man lunatick ? Tra. Sir, you feem a fober ancient Gentleman by your habit, but your words fhew a mad-man; 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 fail-maker 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 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 ? my Tra. Call forth an officer; carry this mad knave to the jail; Father Baptifta, I charge you, fee, that he be forth-coming. Vin. Carry me to jail? Gre. Stay, Officer, he fhall not go to prifon. Bap. Talk not, Signior Gremio: I fay, he fhall go to prison. Gre. Take heed, Signior Baptifta, left you be conycatch'd in this bufinefs; I dare fwear, this is the right Vincentio. Ped. Swear, if thou dar'ft. Gre. Nay, I dare not fwear it. Tra. Then thou wert beft fay, that I am not Lucentio ? Gre. Yes, I know thee to be Signior Lucentio. Bap. Away with the dotard, to the jail with him! Enter 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 elfe we are all undone. [Exeunt Biondello, Tranio and Pedant. [Kneeling. Vin. Lives my sweet son? Bian. Pardon, dear Father. Bap. How haft thou offended? where is Lucentio? Luc. Here's Lucentio, right fon to the right Vincentio, That have by marriage made thy Daughter mine? Gre. Here's packing with a witness to deceive us all. That fac'd and brav'd me in this matter fo? Unto the wifhed haven of my blifs; Bianca's love What Tranio did, myself enforc'd him to; Then pardon him, fweet Father, for my fake. 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 afking my good will? Vin. Fear not, Baptifta, we will content you, go to: but I will in, to be revenged on this villain. [Exit, Bap. 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 rest, Out of hope of all, but my fhare of the fealt. Exit. [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. No, Sir, God forbid, but afham'd to kiss. Pet. Why, then let's home again: come, firrah, let's away. Cath. Nay, I will give thee a kifs; now pray thee, love, ftay. Pet. Is not this well? come, my fweet Kate; Better once than never, for never too late. [Exeunt. Enter Baptifta, Vincentio, Gremio, Pedant, Lucentio, Bianca, Tranio, Biondello, Petruchio, Catharina, Grumio, Hortenfio, and Widow. Tranio's fervants bringing in a banquet. Luc. A T laft, tho' long, our jarring notes agree: And thou, Hortenfio, with thy loving Widow; I After After our great good cheer: pray you, sit down; Pet. Nothing but fit and fit, and eat and eat! Hor. For both our fakes, I would that word were true. Pet. Now, for my life, Hortenfio fears his Widow. Wid. Then never truft me, if I be afeard. Pet. You are very fenfible, and yet you miss my fense: I mean, Hortenfio is afeard of you. Wid. He, that is giddy, thinks, the world turns round. Pet. Roundly replied. Cath. Mistress, how mean you that? Wid. Thus I conceive by him. Pet. Conceives by me, how likes Hortenfio that? Cath. He, that is giddy, thinks, the world turns I pray you, tell me what you meant by that. Wid. Your husband, being troubled with a Shrew, Measures my Hufband's forrow by his woe; And now you know my meaning. Cath. A very mean meaning. Wid. Right, I mean you. Cath. And I am mean, indeed, respecting 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? Would |