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

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

Hort. I do assure thee father so it is.

Petr. Come goe along and see the truth hereof,
For our first merriment hath made thce jealous.

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.



Enter Biondello, Lucentio and Bianca, Gremio is out before.

Biond. Softly and swiftly fir, for the priest is ready.

Luc. I flie Biondello; but they may chance to neede thee at home therefore leaue vs.

Exit. Biond. Nay faith, Ile see the church a your backe, And then come backe to my mistris as soone as I can.

Gre. I maruaile Cambio comes not all this while.

Enter Petruchio, Kate, Vincentio, Grumio with attendants.

Pet. Sir heres the doore, this is Lucentios house, My fathers beares more toward the market-place, Thither must I and heere I leaue you fir.

Vin. You shall not choose but drinke before you go,
I thinke I shall command your welcome here;
And by all likelihood some cheere is toward.

Knock. Grem. They're busie 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 signior Lucentio within sir?
Ped. He's within sir, 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 yourselfe, he shall neede none so ng as I liue.

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

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

Vin. Art thou his father ?
Ped. I fir, so his mother sayes if I may beleeue her.

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

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

Enter Biondello. Bion. I haue feene them in the church together, God send 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?

Biond. Forgot you, no sir: I could not forget you, for I neuer saw you before in all my life.

Vinc. What, you notorious villaine, didit thou neuer fee thy mistris father, Vincentio ;

Bion. What my worshipfull old master ? yes marrie fir see where he lookes out of the window. Vin. If so indeede.

He beates Biondello. Bion. Helpe, helpe, helpe, here's a mad man will murder me.

Pedan. Helpe, sonne, helpe signior Baptista.

Pet. Prethee Kate let's stand aside and see the end of this controuersie.

Enter Pedant with seruants, Baptista, Tranio. Tra. Sir what are you that offer to beate my feruant?

Vin. What am I sir: nay what are you sir: oh immortall Gods : oh fine villaine, a filken doublet, a veluet hose, 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 seruant spend all at the vniuersitie.

Tra. How now what's the matter?
Bap. What is the man lunaticke?

Tra. Sir, you seeme a sober ancient gentleman by your habit but your words shew you a mad man : why sir, 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 have brought him vp euer since he was three yeeres old, and his name is Tranio.

Ped. Awaie, away mad ase, 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 master ; 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 jaile : father Baptista, I charge you see that he be forth comming.

Vin. Carrie me to the iaile ?
Gre. Staie officer, he shall not go to prison,
Bap. Talke not signior Gremio : I say he shall goe to prison.

Gre. Take heede signior Baptista, left you be' conicatcht in this businesse: I dare fweare this is the right Vincentio.

Ped. Sweare if thou dar'it.
Gre. Naie, I dare not sweare it.
Tran. Then thou wert best fay that I am not Lucentió.
Gre. Yes I know thee to be signior Lucentio.
Bap. Away with the dotard, to the aile with him.

Enter Biondello, Lucentio and Bianca. Vin. Thus strangers may be haild and abufd : oh mon. Itrous villaine.

Bion. Oh we are spoild, and yonder he is, denie him, forsweare him, or else wee are all vndone.

Exit Biondello, Tranio and Pedant as fast as may be. Luc. Pardon sweete father.

Kncele. Vin. Liues my sweete fonne ? Bian. Pardon deere father. Bap. How haft thou offended, where is Lucentio ?


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

Gre. Heere's packing with a witnesse to deceiue vs all.

Vin. Where is that damned villaine Tranio,
That fac'd and braued me in this matter so ?

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 last
Vnto the wilhed hauen of my

blise :
What Tranio did, myselfe enforst him to;
Then pardon him sweete father for my fake.

Vin. Ile ilit the villaines nose that would haue sent me to the iaile.

Bap. But doe you heare sir, haue you married my daugh. ter 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. Exit. Luc. Looke not pale Bianca, thy father will not frowne.

Gre. My cake is dough, but Ile in among the rest,
Out of hope of all, but my share of the feast.

Kate.' Husband let's follow, to see the end of this adoe.
Petr. First kisle me Kate, and wee will.
Kate. What in the midst of the streete?
Petr. What art thou asham'd of me?
Kate. No sir, God forbid, but alham'd to kisle.
Petr. Why then let's home againe: come firra let's away.
Kate. Nay, I will giue thee a kisfe, now pray loue stay.


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