And the moon changes, even as your mind.
What you will have it nam'd, even that it is;
And so it shall be fo, for Katharine.

Hor. Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is won.

Pet. Well, forward, forward: thus the bowl fhould run, And not unluckily against the bias.—

But foft; company is coming here.

Enter Vincentio.

Good-morrow, gentle miftrefs: Where away?

[To Vincentio.

Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too,-
Haft thou beheld a fresher gentlewoman?
Such war of white and red within her cheeks!
What stars do fpangle heaven with fuch beauty,
As those two eyes become that heavenly face?--
Fair lovely maid, once more good day to thee :-
Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's fake.

Hor. 'A will make the man mad, to make a woman of him.

Kath. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and fweet, Whither away; or where is thy abode?

Happy the parents of fo fair a child;
Happier the man, whom favourable stars

Allot thee for his lovely bedfellow !

Pet. Why, how now, Kate! I hope, thou art not mad :
This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither'd;
And not a maiden, as thou fay'ft he is.

Kath. Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes,
That have been so bedazzled with the fun,
That every thing I look on 2 feemeth green :
Now I perceive, thou art a reverend father;
Pardon, I pray thee, for
pray thee, for my mad mistaking.

Seemeth green :]-the natural effect of remaining long in the funfhine.

Pet.

Pet. Do, good old grand-fire; and, withal, make known Which way thou travellest: if along with us, We shall be joyful of thy company.

Vin. Fair fir, and you my merry mistress,→

That with your strange encounter much amaz'd me;
My name is call'd-Vincentio; my dwelling-Pifa;
And bound I am to Padua ; there to vifit

A fon of mine, which long I have not seen.
Pet. What is his name?

Vin. Lucentio, gentle fir.

Pet. Happily met; the happier for thy son.
And now by law, as well as reverend age,
I may entitle thee-my loving father;
The fifter to my wife, this gentlewoman,
Thy fon by this hath marry'd :-Wonder not,
Nor be not griev'd; fhe is of good esteem,
Her dowry wealthy, and of worthy birth;
Befide, fo qualify'd as may beseem
The spouse of any noble gentleman.
Let me embrace with old Vincentio :

And wander we to fee thy honeft son,

Who will of thy arrival be full joyous.

Vin. But is this true? or is it elfe your pleasure, Like pleasant travellers, to break a jest

Upon the company you overtake?

Hor. I do affure thee, father, fo it is.

Pet. Come, go along, and fee the truth hereof; For our first merriment hath made thee jealous.

[Exeunt Petruchio, Katharine, and Vincentio. Hor. Well, Petruchio, this hath put me in heart. Have to my widow; and if fhe be froward,

Then haft thou taught Hortenfio to be untoward. [Exit.

a thee.

ACT

ACT V. SCENE I.

Before Lucentio's House.

Enter Biondelio, Lucentio, and Bianca; Gremio walking on one fide.

Bion. Softly and fwiftly, fir; 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 mafter as foon as I can. [Exeunt. Gre. I marvel, Cambio comes not all this while.

Enter Petruchio, Katharine, Vincentio, and attendants. Pet. Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's house, My father's bears more toward the market-place; Thither must I, and here I leave you, fir.

Vin. You shall not chufe but drink before you go; I think, I fhall command your welcome here, And, by all likelihood, fome cheer is toward. [Knocks. Gre. They're bufy 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 fignior Lucentio within, fir?

Ped. He's within, fir, 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 yourfelf; he shall need none, fo long as I live.

Pet. Nay, I told you, your fon was belov'd in Padua. -Do you hear, fir?-to leave frivolous circumstances,

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I pray

I pray you, tell fignior Lucentio, that his father is come from Pisa, and is here at the door to speak with him. Ped. Thou lieft; his father is come from Mantua, and here looking out at the window.

Vin. Art thou his father?

Ped. Ay, fir; 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, 'a means to cozen fomebody in this city under my countenance.

Re-enter Biondello.

Bion. I have feen them in the church together; God fend 'em good shipping!-But who is here? mine old mafter Vincentio? now we are undone and brought to nothing.

Vin. Come hither, crack-hemp.

Bion. I hope, I may chufe, fir.

[Seeing Biondello.

Vin. Come hither, you rogue; What, have you forgot me?

Bion. Forgot you? no, fir: I could not forget you, for I never faw you before in all my life.

Vin. What, you notorious villain, didst thou never see thy master's father Vincentio?

Bion. What, my worshipful old mafter? yes, marry, fir; fee where he looks out of the window.

Vin. Is't fo indeed?

[He beats Biondello.

Bion. Help, help, help! here's a madman will murder me.

Ped. Help, fon! help, fignior Baptista!

[Exit.

Pet. Prythee, Kate, let's ftand afide, and fee the end

of this controversy.

[They retire. Re-enter below, the Pedant with fervants, Baptifta, and

Tra. Sir, what are you,
Vin. What am I, fir?

Tranio.

that offer to beat my fervant? nay, what are you, fir?-Oh,

immortal

immortal gods! Oh, fine villain! a filken doublet! a velvet, hofe! a scarlet cloak! and a copatain hat!-Oh, I am undone! I am undone! while I play the good hufband at home, my son and my servant spend all at the university.

Tra. How now! what's the matter?

Bap. What, is the man lunatick?

Tra. Sir, you feem a fober ancient gentleman by your habit, but your words fhew you a mad-man: Why, fir, what concerns it you, if I wear pearl and gold? I thank my good father, I am able to maintain it.

Vin. Thy father?-Oh villain!-he is a fail-maker in Bergamo.

do

Bap. You mistake, fir; you mistake, fir: Pray, what think is his name?

you

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 fignior Vincentio.

Vin. Lucentio!-Oh, he hath murdered his master!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 forthcoming.

Vin. Carry me to the jail!

Gre. Stay officer; he fhall not go to prifon.

Bap. Talk not, fignior Gremio; I fay, he fhall go to prifon.

Gre. Take heed, fignior Baptifta, left

you

be coney.