The filter to my wife, this gentlewoman,
Thy fonne by this hath married: wonder not,
Nor not be grieued, fhe is of good esteeme,
Her dowrie wealthie, and of worthie birth;
Befide, fo qualified, as may befeeme
The spouse of any noble gentlewoman :
Let me imbrace with old Vincentio,
And wander we to fee thy honeft fonne,
Who will of thy arriuall be full ioyous.

Vin. But is this true, or is it elfe your pleasure,
Like pleasant trauailors to breake a iest
Vpon the companie you ouertake?

Hort. I do affure thee father so it is.

Petr. Come goe along and fee the truth hereof,
For our first merriment hath made thee iealous.

Hor. Well Petruchio, this has put me in heart:
Haue to my widdow, and if the froward,
Then haft thou taught Hortenfio to be vntoward.

Exeunt.

Exit.

Enter Biondello, Lucentio and Bianca, Gremio is out before.
Biond. Softly and fwiftly fir, for the priest is ready.
Luc. I flie Biondello; but they may chance to neede thee at
home therefore leaue vs.

Biond. Nay faith, Ile fee the church a your backe,
And then come backe to my miftris as foone as I can.
Gre. I maruaile Cambio comes not all this while.

Exit.

Enter Petruchio, Kate, Vincentio, Grumio with attendants.
Pet. Sir heres the doore, this is Lucentios houfe,

My fathers beares more toward the market-place,
Thither muft I and heere I leaue you

fir.

Vin. You shall not choose but drinke before you go, I thinke I fhall command your welcome here;

And by all likelihood fome cheere is toward.

Knock.

Grem. They're bufie within, you were best knocke lowder. Pedant lookes out of the window.

Ped. What's he that knockes as he would beate downe the gate?

Vin. Is fignior Lucentio within fir?

Ped. He's within fir, but not to be spoken withall.

Vin. What if a man bring him a hundred pound or two to make merrie withall.

Ped. Keepe your hundred pounds to yourfelfe, he shall neede none fo long as I liue.

Petr. Nay, I told you your fonne was beloued in Padua: doe you heare fir, to leaue friuolous circumstances, I pray you tell fignior Lucentio that his father is come from Pisa, and is heere at the doore to speake with him.

Ped. Thou lieft his father is come from Padua, and here looketh out of the window.

Vin. Art thou his father?

Ped. I fir, fo his mother fayes if I may beleeue her.

Petr. Why how now gentleman: why this is flat knauerie to take vpon you another mans name.

Ped. Lay hands on the villaine, I beleeue a meanes to cozen fome bodie in this citie vnder my countenance.

Enter Biondello.

Bion. I haue feene them in the church together, God fend them good shipping: but who is heere mine old master Vincentio now we are vndone and brought to nothing.

Vin. Come hither crackhempe.

Bion. I hope I may choose fir.

Vin. Come hither you rogue, what haue you forgot mee? Biend. Forgot you, no fir: I could not forget you, for I neuer faw you before in all my life.

Vine. What, you notorious villaine, didst thou neuer fee thy miftris father, Vincentio ;

Bion. What my worshipfull old mafter? yes marrie fir fee where he lookes out of the window.

Vin. Ift fo indeede.

me.

He beates Biondello.

Bion. Helpe, helpe, helpe, here's a mad man will murder

Pedan. Helpe, fonne, helpe fignior Baptifta.

Pet. Prethee Kate let's ftand afide and fee the end of this controuerfie.

Enter Pedant with feruants, Baptista, Tranio.

Tra. Sir what are you that offer to beate my feruant?

Vin. What am I fir: nay what are you fir: oh immortall Gods oh fine villaine, a filken doublet, a veluet hofe, a fcarlet cloak and a copataine hat: oh I am vndone, I am vndone: while I plaie the good husband at home, my fonne and my feruant spend all at the vniuersitie.

Tra. How now what's the matter?

Bap. What is the man lunaticke ?

Tra. Sir, you feeme a fober ancient gentleman by your habit but your words fhew you a mad man: why fir, what cernes it you, if I weare pearle and gold: I thanke my good father, I am able to maintaine it.

Vin. Thy father: oh villaine, he is a faile-maker in Bergamo.

Bap. You mistake fir, you mistake fir, praie what do you think is his name?

Vin. His name, as if I knew not his name: I haue brought him vp euer fince he was three yeeres old, and his name is Tranio.

Ped. Awaie, away mad affe, his name is Lucentio, and he is mine onelie fonne and heire to the lands of me fignior Vincentio.

Vinc. Lucentio, oh he hath murdred his mafter; lay hold on him I charge you in the dukes name: oh my fonne, my fonne tell me thou villaine, where is my fonne Lucentio ?

:

Tra. Call forth an officer: carrie this mad knaue to the iaile father Baptifta, I charge you fee that he be forth comming.

:

Vin. Carrie me to the iaile?

Gre. Staie officer, he fhall not go to prifon.

Bap. Talke not fignior Gremio: I fay he shall goe to prifon. Gre. Take heede fignior Baptifta, left you be conicatcht in this bufineffe: I dare fweare this is the right Vincentio. Ped. Sweare if thou dar'ft.

Gre. Naie, I dare not fweare it.

Tran. Then thou wert beft fay that I am not Lucentió.
Gre. Yes I know thee to be fignior Lucentio.

Bap. Away with the dotard, to the iaile with him.

Enter Biondello, Lucentio and Bianca.

Vin. Thus ftrangers may be haild and abufd: oh monftrous villaine.

Bion. Oh we are fpoil'd, and yonder he is, denie him, forfweare him, or elfe wee are all vndone.

Exit Biondello, Tranio and Pedant as fast as may be.

Luc. Pardon fweete father.

Kneele.

Vin. Liues my fweete fonne?

Bian. Pardon deere father.

Bap. How haft thou offended, where is Lucentio ?

Luc.

Luc. Heere's Lucentio, right fonne to the right Vincentio,
That haue by marriage made thy daughter mine,
While counterfeit fuppofes bleer'd thine eine.

Gre. Heere's packing with a witneffe to deceiue vs all.
Vin. Where is that damned villaine Tranio,

That fac'd and braued me in this matter fo?
Bap. Why, tell me is not this my Cambio?
Bian. Cambio is chang'd into Lucentio.

Luc. Loue wrought these miracles. Biancas loue
Made me exchange my state with Tranio,

While he did beare my countenance in the towne,
And happilie I haue arriued at the laft
Vnto the wished hauen of my bliffe:

What Tranio did, myfelfe enforft him to;

Then pardon him fweete father for my fake.

Vin. Ile flit the villaines nofe that would haue fent me to

the jaile.

Bap. But doe you heare fir, haue you married my daughter without asking my good will?

Vin. Feare not Baptifta, wee will content you, go to: but

I will in to be reueng'd for this villanie.

Exit.

Bap. And I to found the depth of this knauerie.
Luc. Looke not pale Bianca, thy father will not frowne.

Exit.

Exeunt.

Gre. My cake is dough, but Ile in among the reft,

Out of hope of all, but my fhare of the feast.

Kate. Hufband let's follow, to fee the end of this adoe.
Petr. First kiffe me Kate, and wee will.
Kate. What in the midft of the streete?

Petr. What art thou asham'd of me?

Kate. No fir, God forbid, but afham'd to kiffe.

Petr. Why then let's home againe: come firra let's away.
Kate. Nay, I will giue thee a kiffe, now pray loue ftay.

Pet.