VIN. Is 't so, indeed? BION. Help, help, help! here's a madman will murder me. [beats BIONDELLO. ACT V [exit. [exit from above. PED. Help, Son! help, Signior Baptista! PET. Pr'ythee, Kate, let's stand aside and see the end of this controversy. Re-enter the 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, TRA. How now! what's the matter? 63 TRA. Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman by your 71 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 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. 79 VIN. Lucentio! O, he hath murder'd 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. 1 sugar-loaf. ACT V Sc. I 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. 90 GRE. Take heed, Signior Baptista, lest you be conycatch'd in this business: I dare swear this is the right Vincentio. PED. Swear, if thou dar'st. GRE. Nay; I dare not swear it. TRA. Then thou wert best say that I am not Lucentio. 100 Re-enter BIONDELLO, with LUCENTIO and BIANCA. BION. O! we are spoil'd and-yonder he is: deny him, forswear him, or else we are all undone. Luc. Pardon, sweet Father. VIN. [kneeling. Lives my sweetest son? [Exeunt BIONDELLO, TRANIO, and the Pedant Right son unto the right Vincentio, That have by marriage made thy daughter mine, That fac'd and brav'd me in this matter so? Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's love 110 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; ACT V Sc. I Then pardon him, sweet Father, for my sake. 120 VIN. I'll slit the villain's nose, that would have sent me to the Gaol. BAP. But do you hear, Sir? have you married my VIN. Fear not, Baptista; we will content you, go to: [exeunt. GRE. My cake is dough: but I'll in among the rest; 129 PET. First kiss me, Kate, and we will. KATH. What, in the midst of the street? PET. What, art thou asham'd of me? KATH. No, Sir, God forbid; but asham'd to kiss. 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, come, my sweet Kate: [exeunt. SCENE II. LUCENTIO'S House. Enter BAPTISTA, VINCENTIO, GREMIO, the Pedant, LUCEN- To smile at scapes and perils overblown. And thou, Hortensio, with thy loving Widow, My banquet is to close our stomachs up After our great good cheer. Pray you, sit down; 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. Y'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. KATH. Mistress, how mean you that? WID. Thus I conceive by him. PET. Conceives by me! How likes Hortensio that? 20 PET. Very well mended. Kiss him for that, good Widow. 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 shrow, And now you know my meaning. KATH. A very mean meaning. WID. Right, for I mean you. KATH. 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. 30 [drinks to HORTENSIO. 1 apprehensive, quick. BAP. How liketh Gremio these quick-witted folks? Would say your head and butt were head and horn. PET. Nay; that you shall not: since you have begun, Have at you for a bitter jest or two! BIAN. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush; You are welcome all. 50 [Exeunt BIANCA, Katharina, and Widow. 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 veriest shrew of all. PET. Twenty crowns! Twenty crowns. I'll venture so much of my hawk or hound, But twenty times so much upon my wife. Luc. A hundred, then. 1 (venery), as the stag, in his last desperate stand, the hounds. III: K 78 60 71 ACT V Sc. II |