: Gre. Yes, I know thee to be signior Lucentio. Bap: Away with the dotard; to jail with him.

Enter Lucentio, and Bianca. Vin. Thus strangers may be hal’d and abus'd; o monstrous villain !

Bion. O, we are spoil'd, and yonder he is, deny him, forswear him, or else we are all undone.

[Ex. Biondello, Tranio, and Pedant.

my Cambio

S CE N E XI. Luc. Pardon, sweet father.

[kneeling
Vin. Lives my sweet son ?
Bian. Pardon, dear father.
Bap. How hast thou offended ? where is Lucentio ?

Luc. Here’s Lucentio, right son to the right Vincentio,
That have by marriage made thy daughter mine;
While counterfeit supposers blear'd thine eyes.

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

Vin. Where is that damned villain, Tranio,
That fac'd and brav'd me in this matter so?

Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my
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
What Tranio did, myself enforc'd him to;
Then pardon him, sweet father, for my

fake. Vin. I'll fit the villain's nose, that would have sent me to the jail.

Bap. 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 reveng'd on this villain.

[Exit.

Вар.

my bliss;

Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this knavery. Exit. Lúc. 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 share of the feast.

[Exit. Cath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end of this ado. Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will. Cath. What, in the midst of the street ? Pet. What, art thou asham'd of me? Cath. No, sir, god forbid ! but alham’d to kiss. Pet. Why, then let's home again : come, firrah, let's away. Cath. Nay, I will give thee a kiss: now, pray thee, love, stay.

Pet. Is not this well? come, come, my sweet Kate; Better late than never, for never too late.

[Exeunt.

--- too late.

[Exeunt. Enter Baptista, Vincentio, Gremio, Pedant, Lucentio, Bianca, Tranio, Biondello, Petruchio,

Catharina, Grumio, Hortensio, and Widow. Tranio's servants bringing in a banquet.
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-fame kindness welcome thine:
Brother Petruchio, fifter Catharine,
And thou, Hortensio, with thy loving widow,
Feast with the belt, and welcome to my house :
My banquet is to close our ftomachs up
After our great good cheer : pray you, sit down,
For now we sit to chat as well as eat.

Pet. Nothing but fit and fit, and eat and eat!
Bap. Padua affords this kindness, fon Petruchio.
Pet. Padua affords nothing but what is kind.
Hor. For both our fakes, I would that word were true.
Pet. Now, for my life, Hortenso fears his widow.
Wid. Then never trust me, if I be afcard.

Pet. You are very sensible, and yet you miss my sense :
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?
Hor. My widow says, thus the conceives her tale.
Pet. Very well mended; kiss him for that, good widow.

Cath. 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 forrow by his wo;
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.

Lucentio's house in Padua.
Enter Baptista, Petruchio, Hortensio, Lucentio, and the rest.
Вар. row, in good sadness, fon Petruchio,

I think, thou hast the veriest 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 first,
When he doth send for her, shall win the wager.

Hor. Content, what wager ?
Luc. Twenty crowns.

Pet. Twenty crowns !
I'll venture so much on my hawk, or hound,
But twenty times so much upon my wife.

Fet. To her, Kate!
Hor. To her, widow !
Pet. A hundred marks, my Kate do put her down.
Hor. That's my office.
Pet. Spoke like an officer; ha'to thee, lad.

[drinks to Hortenlio. Bap. How likes Gremio these quickwitted folks? Gre. Believe me, fir, they butt heads 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 thou shalt not, since you have begun :
Have at you for a better jest or two.

Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush:
And then pursue me as you draw your bow.
You are welcome all.

[Exe. Bianca, Cath. and Widow.
Pet. She hath prevented me. Here, fignior Tranio,
This bird you aim'd at, though you hit it not;
Therefore, a health to all that shot and miss'd.

Tra, O, fir, Lucentio flip'd me like his greyhound, Which runs himself, and catches for his master,

Fet. A good swift fimile, but something currifh.

Tra. 'Tis well, fir, that you hunted for yourself: 'Tis thought, your deer does hold you at a bay,

Bap. 0, 0, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now.
Lúc. I thank thee for that gird, good Tranio.
Hor. Confess, confess, hath he not hit

you

there? Pet. He has a little gallid me, I confess; And, as the jeft did glance away from me, 'Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright.

Luc. SCENE XII. 6.

Bion. I go.

you word

Luc. A hundred then.
Hor. Content.
Pet. A match ; 'tis done.
Hor. Who shall begin ?

Luc. That will I.
Go, Biondello, bid your mistress come to me.

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

Reenter Biondello.
How now! what news?

Bion. Sir, my mistress sends
That she is busy, and cannot come.

Pet. How! she's busy, and cannot come! is that an answer?

Gre. Ay, and a kind one too:
Pray god, sir, your wife send you not a worse.

Pet. I hope, better.

Hor. Sirrah Biondello, go, and entreat my wife to come to me forthwith.

[Exit Biondello. Pet. Oh ho! entreat her! nay, then she needs must come. Hor. I am afraid, fir, do what you can,

Enter Biondello,
Yours will not be entreated. Now, where's my wife?

Bion. She says, you have some goodly jest in hand,
She will not come: she bids you come to her.

Pet. Worse and worse; she will not come!
O vile, intolerable, not to be endur'd!.
Sirrah Grumio, go to your mistress;
Say, I command her to come to me.

[Exit Gru.
Hor. I know her answer.
Pet. What?
Hor. She will not.
Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there's an end.

SCENE

SCENE XIII.

Enter Catharina.
Bap. Now, by my hollidam, here comes Catharine.
Cath. What is your will, sir, that you send for me?
Pet. Where is your sister, and Hortenfio's wife?
Cath. They fit' conferring by the parlour fire.

Pet. Go, fetch them hither; if they deny to come,
Swinge me them foundly forth unto their husbands :
Away, I say, and bring thein hither straight. [Exit. Cath.

Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder.
Hor. And so it is: I wonder what it bodes.

Pet. Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life,
And awful rule, and right supremacy:
And, to be short, what not, that's sweet and happy.

Bap. Now fair befall thee, good Petruchio!
The wager thou hast won, and I will add
Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns;
Another dowry to another daughter,
For she is chang’d as she had never been.

Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet;
And show more sign of her obedience,
Her newbuilt virtue and obedience.

Enter Catharina, Bianca, and Widow.
See where she comes, and brings your froward wives
As prisoners to her womanly persuasion:
Catharine, that cap of yours becomes you not;
Off with that bauble, throw it under foot.

[the pulls off her cap, and throws it down.
Wid. Lord, let me never have a cause to figh,
Till I be brought to such a silly pass !
Bian. Fie! what a foolish duty call you

this? Luc. I would your duty were as foolish too! The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca,

Cost