Gre. Here's packing, with a witness, to deceive us all! 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 ? Bia. Cambio is chang'd into Lucentio ? Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's love While he did bear my countenance in the town ; Unto the wished haven of my bliss :— What Tranio did, myself enforc'd him to; “Vin. I'll fit the villain's nose, that would have sent 06 me to the jail. Bap. But do you hear, fir? [to Luc.] have you marry'd 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 for this villany. [Exit Vin. Bap. And I, to found the depth of this knavery. [Exit Bap. Luc. Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not frown. [Exeunt Luc. and Bia. Gre. My cake is dough: But I'll in among the rest ; Out of hope of all,—but my share of the feast. [Exit Gre. Pet. What, art thou asham'd of me? Cat. No, fir; (Heav'n forbid!) but asham'd to kiss. Pet. Why, then let's home again:-Come, firrah, let's away. Cat. Nay, I'll give thee a kifs: [kisses him.] now pray thee, love, stay. Pet. Is not this well?-Come, my fweet Kate; Better once than never, for never too late. [Exeunt. "Lor. Who's within there?— [Seeing Sly afleep. "Enter Servants. "Afleep again!-go, take bim eafily up, "And "And put him in his own apparel again; "But Jee you wake him not in any cafe. 1. S. It shall be done, my lord :-Come, help to bear SCENE III. The fame. A Room in the Houfe. Enter Baptifta, Vincentio, Gremio, Pedant, &c. Petruchio, and Catherine; Lucentio, and Bianca; Hortenfio, and Widow: Tranio, Grumio, Biondello, and others, attending. Luc. At laft, though long, our jarring notes agree: And thou, Hortenfio, with thy loving widow,- [Company fit to Table. Her. For both our fakes, I would that word were true. Pet. Now, for my life, Hortenfio fears his widow. Wid. Then never truft me, if I be afeard, Pet. You are very fenfible, and yet you miss my-fense; I mean, Hortenfio is afeard of you. Wid. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns round. Pet. Roundly reply'd. Cat. Miftrefs, how mean you that? Wid. Thus I conceive by him : Pet. Conceive by me! How likes Hortenfio that? As we with Sly totally omitted, we have marked this little un neceffary intervention, Hor. My widow fays, Thus the conceives her tale. Pet. Very well mended.— Kifs him for that, good widow. Cat. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns round : Cat. A very mean meaning. Cat. 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 is my office. Pet. Spoke like an officer: Ha' to thee, lad. [Drinks to him. Bap. And how likes Gremio thefe quick-witted folks? Gre. Believe me, fir, they but heads well together. Bia. How! head, and but? an hafty-witted body Would fay, your head and but were head and horn. Vin. Ay, mistress bride, hath that awaken'd you? Bia. Ay, but not frighted me; therefore I'll fleep again. Pet. Nay, that you fhall not; fince 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 purfue me as you draw your bow :- [rifing. You're welcome all. [Exit; Cat. and Wid. follow. Pet. She hath prevented me.-Here, fignior Tranio, [Filling. This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not; Pet. A good fwift fimile,-but fomething currifh. Luc. I thank you for that gird, good Tranio. Bap. Now, in good sadness, fon Petruchio, I think thou haft the verieft fhrew of all. Pet. Well, I fay-no: and therefore, for affurance, To come at firft when he doth fend for her, Luc. Twenty crowns. Pet. Twenty crowns! I'll venture fo much on my hawk, or houna, Luc. A hundred then. Hor. Content. Pet. A match; 'tis done. Hor. Who fhall begin? Luc. That will I.-Here, where are you? Go, Biondello, bid your mistress come to me. Bio. I go. [Exit. Bap. Son, I will be your half, Bianca comes. Re-enter Biondello. How now! what news? Bio. Sir, my mistress sends you word That she is busy, and fhe cannot come. Pet. How! he is bufy, and she cannot come ? Is that an answer ? Gre. Ay, and a kind one too : Pray Heav'n, fir, your wife fend you not a worse. Pet. I hope, a better. Hor. Sirrah Biondello, go, and entreat To come to me forthwith. Pet. Oh ho, entreat her! Nay, then the muft needs come. Hor. I am afraid, fir, Do what you can, yours will not be entreated. Re-enter Biondello. Now, where's my wife? Bio. She fays, you have fome goodly jeft in hand, She will not come; she bids you come to her. Pet. Worfe and worse ; She will not come! O vile, intolerable, Not to be endur'd !-Here, firrah Grumio, Go to your mistress; fay, I command her come to me. Hor. I know her answer. [Exit Gru. Pet. What? Hor. That he will not. Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there's an end. Enter Catherine. Bap. Now, by my holidam, here comes Catherina! Pet. Go, fetch them hither; if they deny to come, Swindge me them foundly forth unto their husbands: Away, 1 fay, and bring them hither straight. [Exit Catherine. Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder. Hor. And fo it is; I wonder what it bodes. Pet. Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life, And awful rule, and right fupremacy; And, to be short, what not, that's fweet and happy. Bap. Now fair befal thee, good Petruchio! The wager thou hast won, and I will add |