And bound I am to Padua ; there to visit
A son of mine, which long I have not seen.
Pet. What is his name?

Vin.

Lucentio, gentle sir.
Pet. Happily met; the happier for thy son.
And now by law, as well as reverend age,
I may entitle thee-my loving father;
The sister to my wife, this gentlewoman,
Thy son by this hath married: Wonder not,
Nor be not griev'd; she is of good esteem,
Her dowry wealthy, and of worthy birth;
Beside, so qualified as may beseem
The spouse of any noble gentleman.
Let me embrace with old Vincentio :
And wander we to see thy honest son,
Who will of thy arrival be full joyous.

Vin. But is this true? or is it else your pleasure,
Like pleasant travellers, to break a jest
Upon the company you overtake?

Hor. I do assure thee, father, so it is.
Pet. Come, go along, and see the truth hereof;
For our first merriment hath made thee jealous.

[Exeunt Petruchio, Katharina, and Vincentio.

Hor. Well, Petruchio, this hath put me in heart.
Have to my widow; and if she be froward,
Then hast thou taught Hortensio to be untoward.

Act Fifth.

SCENE I.-PADUA. BEFORE LUCENTIO'S HOUSE.

[Exit.

Enter on one side Biondello, Lucentio, and Bianca; Gremio walking on the other side.

Bion. Softly and swiftly, sir; for the priest is ready.

Luc. I fly, Biondello: but they may chance to need thee at home, therefore leave us.

Bion. Nay, I'll see the church o' your back; and then come back to my master as soon as I can.

[Exeunt Lucentio, Bianca, and Biondello. Gre. I marvel Cambio comes not all this while.

Enter Petruchio, Katharina, Vincentio, and Attendants.

Pet. Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's house, My father's bears more toward the market-place;

Thither must I, and here I leave you, sir.

Vin. You shall not choose but drink before you go;

I think, I shall command your welcome here,
And by all likelihood, some cheer is toward.

[Knocks.

Gre. They're busy within, you were best knock louder.

Enter Pedant above, at a 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, so long as I live.

Pet. Nay, I told you, your son was beloved in Padua.—Do you hear, sir?-to leave frivolous circumstances, I pray you, tell signior Lucentio, that his father is come from Pisa, and is here at the door to speak with him.

Ped. Thou liest; his father is come from Pisa, and here looking out at the window.

Vin. Art thou his father?

Ped. Ay, sir; so his mother says, if I may believe her.

Pet. Why, how now, gentlemen! [To Vincen.] why, this is flat knavery, to take upon you another man's name.

Ped. Lay hands on the villain; I believe 'a means to cozen1 somebody in this city under my countenance.

Re-enter Biondello.

Bion. I have seen them in the church together: But who is here? mine old master Vincentio? now we are undone, and brought to nothing.

Vin. [Seeing Bion.] Come hither, crack-hemp.*

Bion. hope, I may choose, sir.

Vin. Come hither, you rogue: What, have you forgot me? Bion. Forgot you? no, sir: I could not forget you, for I never saw you before in all my life.

Vin. What, you notorious villain, didst thou never see thy master's father, Vincentio?

Bion. What, my old, worshipful old master? yes, marry, sir; see where he looks out of the window.

Vin. Is't so, indeed?

[Beats Biondello.

B. Help, help, help! here's a madman will murder me. [Exit. P. Help, son! help, signior Baptista! [Exit, from the window. Pet. Pr'ythee, Kate, let's stand aside, and see the end of this controversy. [They retire. Re-enter Pedant below; Baptista, Tranio, and Servants. Tra. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my servant? Vin. What am I, sir? nay what are you, sir?-O immortal gods! O fine villain! A silken doublet! a velvet hose! a scarlet cloak! and a copatain hat!-O, I am undone! I am undone ! while I play the good husband at home, my son and my servant spend all at the university.

Tra. How now! what's the matter?

Bap. What, is the man lunatick?

Tru. Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman by your habit, but your words show 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? O, villain! he is a sailmaker in Bergamo. Bap. You mistake, sir; you mistake, sir: Pray, what do you think is his name?

1 Cheat. 2 One who deserves to be hanged.

With a conical crown.

Vin. His name? as if I knew not his name: I have brought him up ever since he was three years old, and his name is- Tranio. Ped. Away, away, mad ass! his name is Lucentio! and he is mine only son, and heir to the lands of me, signior Vincentio. Vin. Lucentio! O, he hath murdered his master!--Lay hold on him, I charge you, in the duke's name:-O, my son, my son! -tell me, thou villain, where is my son Lucentio?

Tra. Call forth an officer:-[Enter one with an Officer.] Carry this mad knave to the gaol:-Father Baptista, I charge you, see that he be forthcoming.

Vin. Carry me to the gaol!

Gre. Stay, officer; he shall not go to prison.

Bap. Talk not, signior Gremio; I say he shall go to prison. Gre. Take heed, signior Baptista, lest you be cheated in this business; I dare swear, this is the right Vincentio.

Ped. Swear, if thou darest.

Gre. Nay, I dare not swear it.

Tra. Then thou wert best say, that I am not Lucentio.

Gre. Yes, I know thee to be signior Lucentio.

Ped. Away with the dotard; to the gaol with him.

Vin. Thus strangers may be haled and abused:-O monstrous villain !

Re-enter Biondello, with Lucentio, and Bianca.

Bion. O, we are spoiled, and-Yonder he is; deny him, forswear him, or else we are all undone.

Luc. [Kneeling.] Pardon, sweet father.

Vin.

Luc.

Lives my sweetest son?

[Biondello, Tranio, and Pedant run out. Pardon, dear father.

How hast thou offended?

Here's Lucentio,

Right son unto the right Vincentio ;

That have by marriage made thy daughter mine,

While counterfeit supposes blear'd thine eyne.1

Gre. Here's packing, with a witness, to deceive us all!

Vin. Where is that villain Tranio,

That fac'd and brav'd me in this matter so?

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 state with Tranio,

While he did bear my countenance in the town;

And happily I have arriv'd at last

Unto the wished haven of my bliss:

What Tranio did, myself enforc'd him to ;

Then pardon him, sweet father, for my sake.

V. I'll slit the villain's nose, that would have sent me to the gaol. Bap. [To Luc.] But do you hear, sir? Have you married my daughter without asking my good-will?

Vin. Fear not, Baptista; we will content you; go to: But I will in, to be revenged for this villainy.

1 Dimmed thine eyes.

2 Tricking.

[Exit.

[Exit.

Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this knavery. Luc. Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not frown. [Exeunt Luc. and Bian. Gre. My cake is dough': But I'll in among the rest : Out of hope of all,-but my share of the feast.

Petruchio and Katharina advance.

Kath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end of this ado.
Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will.
Kath. What, in the midst of the street?

Pet. What, art thou ashamed of me?

Kath. No, sir: Heaven forbid:-but ashamed to kiss.

[Exit.

Pet. Why, then let's home again :-Come, sirrah, let's away. Kath. Nay, I will give thee a kiss: now pray thee, love, stay. Pet. Is not this well?-Come, my sweet Kate;

Better once than never, for never too late.

SCENE II.-A ROOM IN LUCENTIO'S HOUSE.

[Exeunt.

A Banquet set out. Enter Baptista, Vincentio, Gremio, the Pedant, Lucentio, Bianca, Petruchio, Katharina, Hortensio, and Widow, Tranio, Biondello, Grumio, and others.

Luc. At last, though long, our jarring notes agree,

And time it is, when raging war is done,

To smile at 'scapes and perils overblown.-
My fair Bianca, bid my father welcome,
While I with self-same kindness welcome thine:-
Brother Petruchio,-sister Katharina,-
And thou, Hortensio, with thy loving widow,
Feast with the best, and welcome to my house;
My banquet is to close our stomachs up,
After our great good cheer. Pray you, sit down,
For now we sit to chat, as well as eat.

[They sit at table.

Pet. Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat!
Bap. Padua affords this kindness, son Petruchio.
Pet. Padua affords nothing but what is kind.

Hor. For both our sakes, I would that word were true.

Pet. Now, for my life, Hortensio fears his widow.

Wid. Then never trust me if I be afeard.

Pet. You are sensible, and yet you miss my sense; I mean,

Hortensio is afeard of you.

Wid. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns round.

Pet. Roundly replied.

Kath. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns round :-

I pray you, tell me what you meant by that.

Wid. Your husband, being troubled with a shrew,

Measures my husband's sorrow by his woe:

And now you know my meaning.

Kath. A very mean meaning.

Wid.

Right, I mean you.

Kath. And I am mean, indeed, respecting you.

Pet. To her, Kate!

Hor. To her, widow!

1 Implying disappointment.

Pet. A hundred marks, my Kate does put her down. Bion. How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks? Gre. Believe me, sir, they butt together well. Bian. Head, and butt? an hasty-witted body Would say, your head and butt were head and horn. Vin. Ay, mistress bride, hath that awaken'd you? Bian. Ay, but not frighted me; therefore I'll sleep again. Pet. Nay, that you shall not; since you have begun,

Have at you for a bitter jest or two.

Bia. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush,

And then pursue me as you draw your bow:

You are welcome all. [Exeunt Bianca, Katharina, and Widow.
Pet. She hath prevented me.- Here, signior Tranio,
This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not;
Therefore, a health to all that shot and miss'd.

Tra. O, sir, Lucentio slipp'd me like his greyhound,
Which runs himself, and catches for his master

Pet. A good swift simile, but something currish.
Tran. 'Tis well, sir, that you hunted for yourself;
'Tis thought, your deer does hold you at a bay.
Bap. O ho, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now.
Luc. I thank thee for that gird,' good Tranio.
Hor. Confess, confess, hath he not hit you here?
Pet. 'A has a little gall'd me, I confess;
And as the jest did glance away from me,
"Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright.
Bap. Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio,

I think thou hast the verriest shrew of all.

Pet. Well, I say-no: and therefore, for assurance, Let's each one send unto his wife;

And he, whose wife is most obedient

To come at first when he doth send for her,
Shall win the wager which we will propose.
Hor. Content :-What is the wager?

Luc.

Pet. Twenty crowns!

Twenty crowns.

I'll venture so much on my hawk, or hound,

But twenty times so much upon my wife.

Luc. A hundred then.

Bion. I go.

Bap. Son, I will be your half, Bianca comes.
Luc. I'll have no halves: I'll bear it all myself.

Re-enter Biondello.

How now! what news?

Bion.

Sir, my mistress sends you word

That she is busy, and she cannot come.

Pet. How! she is busy, and she cannot come!

1 Sarcasm.

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