Tra, How now! what's the matter ?
Bap. What, is the man lunatic ?

Tra. 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 sail-maker in Bergamo.

Bap. You mistake, Šir; 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 isTranio.

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; 0, he hath murdered his master !-Lay hold on him, I charge you, in the duke's name:-0, 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 jail:-Father Baptista, I charge you see that he be forthcoming.

Vin. Carry me to the jail!
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 coney-catched * 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. Bap. Away with the dotard; to the jail with him. Vin. Thus strangers may be haled and abused:-0 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. Pardon, sweet father.

[Kneeling. Vin. Lives my sweetest son ?

[BIONDELLO, TRANIO, and PEDANT run out. Bian. Pardon, dear father.

[Kneeling. Bap. How hast thou offended ? Where is Lucentio ?

Luc. Here's Lucentio.
Right son unto the right Vincentio;
That have by marriage made thy daughter mine,
While counterfeit supposes bleard thine eye.t

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

Vin. Where is that damned villain, Tranio,
That faced and braved me in this matter so?

Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio ?
Bian. Cambio is changed into Lucentio.
* Cheated.
† Deceived thy eyes.

# Tricking. VOL. II.

I

Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's love
Made me exchauge my state with Tranio,
While he did bear my countenance in the town;
And happily I have arrived at last
Unto the wished haven of my bliss ;-
What Tranio did, myself enforced him to;
Then pardon him, sweet father, for my sake.

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

Bap. But do you hear, Sir? [To LUCENTIO.] 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 villany,

Erit. Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this knavery. Exit. Luc. Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not frown.

[Exeunt LUCENTIO and BIANCA. Gre. My cake is dough: But I'll in among the rest; Out of hope of all,-but my share of the feast.

[Erit, 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; God forbid :-but ashamed 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, my sweet Kate; Better once than never, for never too late.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.-A Room in LUCENTIO's House. A Banquet set_out. Enter BAPTISTA, VINCENTIO, GREMIO,

the PEDANT, LUCENTIO, BIANCA, PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, · HORTENSIO, and WIDÓW. TRÁNIO, BIONDELLO, GRUMIO, and others, attending.

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 șit 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. Mistress, how mean you that?
Wid. Thus I conceive by him.
Pet. Conceives by me!-How likes Hortensio that?
Hor. My widow says, thus she conceives her tale.
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 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 !
Pet. A hundred marks, my Kate does put her down.
Hor. That's my office.
Pet. Spoke like an officer :-Ha’ to thee, lad.

[Drinks to HORTENSIO.
Bap. 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.

Bian. 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. 0, Sir, Lucentio slipp'd me like his greyhound, Which runs himself, and catches for his master.

Pet. A good swift * simile, but something currish.
Tra. '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,t good Tranio.
Hor. Confess, confess, hath he not bit 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 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 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. Twenty crowns.
Pet. Twenty crowns !
I'll venture so much on my hawk, or hound,
But twenty times so much upon my wife.

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.
Bion. I go.

[Exit. 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!
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. O, ho! entreat her! Nay, then she must needs come.

Hor. I am afraid, Sir,
Do what you can, yours will not be entreated.

Re-enter BIONDELLO.
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 endured !
Sirrah, Grúmio, go to your mistress;
Say, I command her to come to me.

[Exit GRUMIO.
Kor. I know her answer.
Pet. What?
Hor. She will not come.
Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end.

Enter KATHARINA.
Bap. Now, by my holidame, here comes Katharina !
Kath. What is your will, Sir, that you send for me?
Pet. Where is your sister, and Hortensio's wife?
Kath. They sit conferring by the parlour fire.

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

[Exit KATHARINA. 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,
An 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 changed, as she had never been.

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

Re-enter KATHARINA, with BIANCA and WIDOW.
See, where she comes; and brings your froward wives,
As prisoners to her womanly persuasion.-
Katharine, that cap of yours becomes you not;
Off with that bauble, throw it under foot.

[KATHARINA pulls off her cap, and throws it down. Wid. Lord, let me never have a cause to sigh, 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,
Hath cost me a hundred crowns since supper-time.

Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty.
Pet. Katharine, I charge thee, tell these headstrong women
What duty they do owe their lords and husbands.

Wid. Come, come, you're mocking; we will have no telling.
Pet. Come on, I say; and first begin with her.
Wid. She shall not.
Pet. I say, she shall ;—and first begin with her.

Kath. Fie, fie! unknit that threatning unkind brow;
And dart not scornful glances from those eyes,
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor:
It blots thy beauty, as frosts bite the meads;
Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair buds;
And in no sense is meet, or amiable.
A woman moved, is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty;
And, while it is so, none so dry or thirsty