Even in these honeft mean habiliments; Kath. I dare affure you, fir, 'tis almost two; Hor. Why, fo! this gallant will command the fun. [Exe. Petruchio, Katharine, and Hortenfio. Ped. I warrant you: But, fir, here comes you! 'Twere good, he were school'd. [boy: Tra. Fear you not him. Sirrah, Biondello, Now do your duty thoroughly, 1 advise you; Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio. Bien. Tut! fear not me. Ta. But haft thou done thy errand to Baptifta › Bion. I told him that your father was in Venice; And that you look'd for him this day in Padua. Tra. Thou'rt a tall fellow; hold thee that to drink. Signior Baptifta, you are happily met : Ped. Soft, fon! Sir, by your leave; having come to Padua Meaning, fcrupulous. I am content, in a good father's care, With one confent to have her so bestow'd: Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say ;- We be affy'd; and fuch affurance ta'en, Bap. Not in my houfe, Lucentio; for, you Pitchers have ears, and I have many fervants; Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, fir: Bap. It likes me well:-Cambio, hie you home, And bid Bianca make her ready ftraight : And, if you will, tell what hath happened ;— Lucentio's father is arriv'd in Padua, And how the's like to be Lucentio's wife. Luc. I pray the gods fhe may, with all my heart! [Exit. Bion. I cannot tell; expect they are bufied about a counterfeit allurance; take you afturance of her, cum privilegio ad imprimendum folum: to the church 2 i, e. accidentally, in which fenfe happily was used in Shakspeare's time. take take the priest, clerk, and fome fufficient honeft | Such war of white and red within her cheeks! witneffes: [fay, If this be not that you look for, I have no more to But, bid Bianca farewell for ever and a day. Lac. Hear'ft thou, Biondello? Bion. I cannot tarry: I knew a wench married in an afternoon as she went to the garden for parfly to stuff a rabbet; and fo may you, fir; and fo adieu, fir. My mafter hath appointed me to go to Saint Luke's, to bid the priest be ready to come against you come with your appendix. [Exit. Luc. I may, and will, if the be fo contented: SCENE A green Lane. N. [Exit. Enter Petruchio, Katharine, and Hortenfio. Pet. Come on, o' God's name; once more toward our father's. Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the moon! What ftars do fpangle heaven with fuch beauty Hor. 'A will make the man mad, to make a Kath. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and Whither away; or where is thy abode ? [not mad: Pet. Why, how now, Kate! I hope, thou art Kath. Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes, Kath. The moon! the fun: it is not moon-light Which way thou travellest: if along with us, now. Pt. I fay, it is the moon that shines fo bright. Hor. Say as he fays, or we fhall never go. Pet. I fay, it is the moon. Kath. I know, it is the moon. Pet. Nay, then you lye; it is the bleffed fun. Hor. Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is won. And not unluckily against the bias.- Enter Vincentio. Good-morrow, gentle miftrefs: Where away?-- Tell me, fweet Kate, and tell me truly too,- We shall be joyful of thy company. Vin. Fair fir, and you my merry mistress,- Vin. Lucentio, gentle fir. Pet. Happily met; the happier for thy fon. Hor. I do affure thee, father, fo it is. [Exeunt Petruchio, Katharine, and Vincentio. [Exit, My father's bears more toward the market-place; Thither muft I, and here I leave you, fir. 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 best knock louder. [Pedant looks out of the window. Ped. What's he, that knocks as he would beat down the gate Vin. Is fignior Lucentio within, fir? Ped. He's within, fir, 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 fhall need none, fo long as I live. Tra. How now! what's the matter? Bap. What, is the man lunatick? Tra. Sir, you feem a fober ancient gentleman by your habit, but your words fhew you a madman: Why, fir, what concerns it you, if I wear pearl and gold? I thank my good father, 1 am able to maintain it. Fin. Thy father?-Oh villain -he is a failmakter in Bergamo. Bup. You mistake, fir; you mistake, fir: Pray, what do you think is his name? Vin. His name? as if I knew not his name: f 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 fignior Vincentio. Pet. Nay, I told you, your fon was belov'd in Padua. Do you hear, fir-To leave frivolous Vin. Lucentio-oh, he hath murdered his mafcircumstances,-I pray you, tell fignior Lucentio,ter!-Lay hold on him, I charge you, in the duke's that his father is come from Pifa, and is here at name:-Oh, my fon, my fon!--tell me, thou vilthe door to fpeak with him. Ped. Thou lieft; his father is come to Padua, and here looking out at the window. l'in. Art thou his father? Ped. Ay, fir; 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. lain, where is my fon Lucentio ? 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 the jail! Gre. Stay, officer; he shall not go to prifon. Bap. Talk not, fignior Gremio; I fay, he shak go to prifon. Gre. Take heed, fignior Baptifta, left you be coney-catched in this bufinefs; I dare fwear, this Ped. Lay hands on the villain; I believe, 'a means to cozen fomebody in this city under my is the right Vincentio. Countenance. Re-enter Biondello. Bion. I have feen them in the church together; God fend 'em good thipping!-But who is here? mine old mafter Vincentio? now we are undone, and brought to nothing. Vin. Come hither, crack-hemp. [Sering Biondello. Bion. I hope, I may chufe, fir. Fin. Come hither, you rogue; What, have you forgot me? Bion. Forgot you? no, fir: I could not forget you, for I never faw you before in all my life. Vin. What, you notorious villain, didft thou never fee thy after's father Vincentio ? Bion. What, my worshipful old master? yes, marry, fir; 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. '. [Exit. Ped. Help, fon! help, fignior Baptista! Pet. Prythee, Kate, let's stand afide, and fee the end of this controverty. [They retire. Re-enter & low, the Pedant with fervants, Baptifla, and Tranio. Tra. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my fervant? Vin. What am I, fir? nay, what are you, fir ?Oh, immortal gods! Oh, fine villain! a filken doublet! a velvet hofe! a fearlet cloak! and a copatain hat!--Oh, I am undone! I am undone! While I play the good husband at home, my fon and y fervant spend all at the univerfity. 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 fignicr Lucentio. Bap. Away with the dotard; to the jail with hin Vin. Thus ftrangers may be hal'd and abus'd:-Oh monftrous villain! Re-enter Biondello, with Lucentio, and Bianca. Bion. Oh, we are spoiled, and-Yonder he is; deny him, forfwear him, or else we are all undone. [Exeunt Biondello, Tranio, and Pedant. Luc. Pardon, fweet father. [Kneeling. Vin. Lives my sweet son Bian. Pardon, dear father. Bap. How haft thou offended? Where is Lucentio ? Luc. Here's Lucentio, Right fon unto the right Vincentio ; That have by marriage made thy daughter mine, While counterfeit fuppofes blear'd thine eyne. Gre. Here's packing, with a witness, to deceive us all! Vin. Where is that damned villain, Tranio, That fac'd and brav'd me in this matter fo? Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio? Bian. Cambio is chang'd into Lucentio. Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's love Made me exchange my ftate with Tranio, While he did bear my countenance in the town; And happily I have arriv'd at last Unto the wifhed haven of my blifs: i. c. a hat with a very high conical crown, 2 i. e. tricked, cheated. What What Tranio did, myself enforc'd him to; Bap. But do you hear, fir? Have you married my daughter without asking my good-will? Vin. Fear not, Baptifta: we will content you, But I will in, to be reveng'd for this villainy. [Exit. " [Exit. Luc. Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not frown. [Exeunt. Gre. My cake is dough: But I'll in among the Out of hope of all, but my share of the fenft. [Exit. let's away. Kath. Nay, I will give thee a kifs: now pray And then pursue me as you draw your bow :— thee, love, ftay. You are welcome all. Pet. Is not this well?-Come, my fweet Kate; Better once than never, for never too late. [Exeunt. The Lucentio's Apartments. [Exeunt Bianca, Katharine, and Widow. Pet. She hath prevented me.-Here, fignior Tranio, This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not; hound, Which runs himself, and catches for his mafter. 'Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright. And thou, Hortenfio, with thy loving widow,-And, as the jeft did glance away from me, Pet. Nothing but fit and fit, and eat and eat! were true. Pet. Now, for my life, Hortenfio fears his widow. I mean Hortenfio is afeard of you. Wid. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns Kath. Miftrefs, how mean you that? I think thou haft the verieft threw of all. Pet. Well, I fay-no: and therefore, for affurance, Pet. Twenty crowns! I'll venture fo much on my hawk, or hound, Luc. A hundred then. Hor. Content. [ienfe; [round. Pet. A match; 'tis done. [that? Hor. Who fhall begin? Pet. Conceive by me-How likes Hortenfio Bep. Son, I will be your half, Bianca comes. 1 A well known proverbial expreflion. 2 Meaning, a good quick-witted fimile. Sarcasm, a gibe. Re-enter Biondello. How now! what news? Bion. Sir, my miftrefs fends you word That she is bufy, and she cannot come. Pet. How! fhe is bufy, and the cannot come ! Is that an answer? Gre. Ay, and a kind one too: Pray God, fir, your wife fend you not a worse. Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go, and intreat my wife Pet. Oh, ho! intreat her! Nay, then the needs must come. Hor. I am afraid, fir, [Exit Biondello. Do what you can, yours will not be entreated. Now, where's my wife? Bion. She fays, you have fome goodly jeft in hand; She will not come; the bids you come to her. What duty they do owe their lords and husbands. Pet. Come on, I fay, and firft begin with her. Pet. I fay, the fhall;—and first begin with her. And dart not fcornful glances from thofe eyes, A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled, Pet. Worfe and worfe; fhe will not come! Hor. I know her anfwer. Pet. What? Hor. She will not. Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end. Enter Katharine. Bap. Now, by my holidane, here comes Ka-And, when she's froward, peevish, fullen, four, tharina! Kath. What is your will, fir, that you fent for me? [Exit Katharine. Re-enter Katharine, with Bianca and Widor. [She pulls off her cap, and throws it down. Bian. Fye! what a foolish duty call you this? And not obedient to his honeft will, My hand is ready, may it do him eafe. [me, Kate. We three are married, but you two are sped. Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, the will be Meaning, lower your pride. 2 A phrase borrowed from archery: the mark being commonly white. ALL' |