« PreviousContinue »
And the moon changes, even as your mind.
Hor. Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is won.
Pet. Well, forward, forward : thus the bowl should run,
Pet. Why, how now, Kate ! I hope, thou are not mad :
Kath. Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes,
..? seemerb green :)-the natural effect of remaining long in the sunshine.
Pet. Do, good old grand-fire; and, withal, make known
Vin. Fair fir,--and you my merry mistress,
Pet. What is his name?
Pet. Happily met ; the happier for thy son.
Vin. But is this true? or is it else your pleasure,
Hor. I do assure thee, father, so it is...
Pet. Come, go along, and see 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 she be froward, Then haft thou taught Hortensio to be untoward. (Exit.
ACT V. SCENE I.
:. Before Lucentio's House. Enter Biondelio, Lucentio, and Bianca ; Gremio walking
on one side. Bion. Softly and swiftly, 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 see the church o'your back; and then come back to my master as soon 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, sir.
Vin. You shall not chuse but drink before you go; I think, I shall command your welcome here, And, by all likelihood, some cheer is toward. Knocks. Gre. They're busy within, you were best knock louder.
[Pedant looks out of the window. Ped. What's he, that knocks as he would beat down the gate ?
Vin. Is signior Lucentio within, sir?
Vin. What if a man bring him a hundred pound or two, to make merry withal ?
Ped. Keep your hundred pounds to yourself; he shall need none, so long as I live.
Pet. Nay, I told you, your son was belov'd in Padua, -Do you hear, sir?--to leave frivolous circumstances, VOL. II.
I pray you, tell signior 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?
Pet. Why, how now, gentleman! why, this is flac knavery, to take upon you another man's name.
Ped. Lay hands on the villain ; I believe, 'a means to cozen somebody in this city under my countenance.
Re-enter Biondello. Bion. I have seen them in the church together; God send 'em good shipping !-But who is here? mine old master Vincentio ? now we are undone and brought to nothing.
Vin. Come hither, crack-hemp. (Seeing Biondello. Bion. I hope, I may chuse, sir.
Vin. Come hither, you rogue; What, have you forgot me ?
Bion. Forgot you? no, fir: I could not forget you, for I never saw 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 master ? yes, marry, fir ; see where he looks out of the window. Vin. Is't so indeed ?
[He beats Biondello. Bion. Help, help, help! here's a madman will murder me.
[Exit. Ped. Help, fon! help, signior Baptista!
Pet. Prythee, Kate, let's stand aside, and see the end of this controversy.
[They retire. Re-enter below, the Pedant with servants, Baptista, and
Tranio. Tra. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my servant ? Vin, What am I, fir ? nay, what are you, fir ? -Oh,
immortal gods! Oh, fine villain! 'a filken doublet! a velvet hose ! a scarlet cloak ! and a copacain hat!-Oh, I am undone! I am undone! while I play the good husband at home, my son and my servant spend all at the university.
Tra. How now! what's the matter?
Tra. Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman by your habit, but your words shew 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 sail-maker in Bergamo.
Bap. You mistake, sir; you mistake, fir: 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 is—Tranio.
· Ped. Away, away, mad ass! his name is Lucentio ; and he is mine only son, 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 son, my son ! tell me, thou villain, where is my son Lucentio ? · Tra. Call forth 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 !
Bap. Talk not, signior Gremio ; I say, he shall go to prison. Gre. Take heed, fignior Baptista, left you be coney. copatain)-high-crowned. coney-catch'd]—gulled, imposed on. A a 2