Happy the parents of fo fair a child;.... Pet. Why, how now, Kate, I hope thou art not mad! Catb. Pardon, old father, my mistaken eyes, Vin. Fair Sir, and you my merry mistress too, Vin. Lucentio, gentle Sir. Pet. Happily met, the happier for thy fon; And golden fummer fleeps upon thy cheeks. M 3 Hor Hor. I do affure thee, father, fo it is. Pet. Come, go along, and fee the truth hereof. Then haft thou taught Hortenfio to be untoward. [Exit, Before Lucentio's Houfe. Enter Biondello, Lucentio and Bianca; Gremio walking on one fide. Bion. Softly and fwiftly, Sir, for the priest is ready. 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 bufinefs as foon as I can. [Ex. 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 houfe, My father's bears more towards the market-place, Thither muft I, and here I leave you, Sir. [Knocks 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. Gre. They're bufie 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 Lucentie within, Sir? Ped. He's within, Sir, but not to be fpoken withal. Vin. What if a man bring him a hundred pound or two, to make merry withal? Ped. Keep your hundred pounds to your felf, he shall need none as long as I live. Pet. Nay, I told you your fon was belov'd 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 speak with him. Ped. Thou lieft, his father is come to Padaa, 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 X. Enter Biondello. Bion, I have feen them in the church together. God fend 'em good fhipping! but who is here? mine old master Vincentio? now we are undone, and brought to nothing. Vin. Come hither, crackhemp. Bion. I hope I may chufe, Sir. [Seeing Bion. Vin. Come hither, you rogue; what, have you forgot me? Bion. Forgot you? no, Sir: I could not forget you, for Fnever faw you before in all my life. Vin. What, you notorious villain, didft thou never fee thy mafter'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 Bion. Bion. Help, help, help, here's a mad-man will mur ther me. Ped. Help, fon; help, Signior Baptifta. Pet. Pr'ythee, Kate, let's ftand afide, and fee the end of this controverfie. Enter Pedant with Servants, 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, 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 my fervants fpend all at the university. 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 you 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. 4 Vin. Thy father! oh villain, he is a fail-maker in Ber gamo. Bap. You miftake, 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 murthered his mafter; lay hold on 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 Baptifta, I charge you fee that he be forth-coming. 1 Vin. Carry me to jail? Gre. Stay, officer, he fhall not go to prifon. Bap. Talk not, Signior Gremio: I fay he shall go te prifon. 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 swear it. Tra. Then thou wert beft fay, that I am not Lucentio. Bap. Away with the dotard, to the jail with him. Enter Lucentio and Bianca. Vin. Thus ftrangers may be hal'd and abus'd; oh monBrous villain! Bion. Oh, we are fpoil'd, and yonder he is, deny him, forfwear him, or elfe we are all undone. [Exc. Biondello, Tranio and Pedant. SCENE XI. Luc. Pardon, fweet father. Vin. Lives my fweet fon? [Kneeling. Bian. Pardon, dear father. Bap. How haft thou offended? where is Lucentio? Luc. Lue. Here's Lucentio, right fon to the right Vincentio, That have by marriage made thy daughter mine : While counterfeit fuppofers bleer'd thine eyes. Gre. Here's packing with a witnefs to deceive us. 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 flate with Tranio, Unto the wifhed haven of my blifs; What Tranio did, my felf enforc'd him to; Vin. I'll fit the villain's nofe that would have fent me to the jail. Bap. But do you hear, Sir, have you married my daughter without asking my good will? Vin. Fear not, Baptifta, we will content you, go to: but I will in, to be reveng'd on this villain. [Exit. 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 reft, Out of hope of all, but my fhare of the feaft. Exit Catb. Hufband, let's follow, to fee the end of this ado. Cath. What, in the midft of the ftreet? Cath. No, Sir, God forbid ; but afham'd to kifs. ftay. Pet. Is not this well? come, come, my fweet Kate; Better late than never, for never too late. - too late. [Exeunt. [Exeunt. Enter Baptifta, Vincentio, Gremio, Pedant, Lucentio Bianca, Tra nio, Biondello, Petruchio, Catharina, Grumio, Hortenfio and Widow. Tranio's Servants bringing in a banquet. . At faft, tho' long, our jarring notes agree; And |