· Gre. Yes, I know thee to be fignior Lucentio. Bap. Away with the dotard; to jail with him.

Enter Lucentio, and Bianca.

Vin. Thus ftrangers may be hal'd and abus'd; o monstrous villain !

Bion. O, we are spoil'd, and yonder he is, deny him, forfwear him, or else we are all undone.

[Ex. Biondello, Tranio, and Pedant.

SCENE XI.

Luc. Pardon, fweet father.

[kneeling.

Vin. Lives my sweet son?

Bian. Pardon, dear father.

Bap. How haft thou offended? where is Lucentio?
Luc. Here's Lucentio, right fon to the right Vincentio,
That have by marriage made thy daughter mine;
While counterfeit fuppofers blear'd thine eyes.

Gre. Here's packing, with a witness, to deceive us!
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?
Bian. Cambio is chang'd into Lucentio.

Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's love
Made me exchange my state with Tranio,

While he did bear my countenance in the town:
And happily I have arriv'd at last

Unto the wished haven of my bliss;

What Tranio did, myself enforc'd him to ;

Then pardon him, fweet father, for my sake.

Vin. I'll flit the villain's nose, that would have fent me to the jail.
Bap. But do you hear, fir? have you married 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 on this villain.

[Exit.

Bap.

[Exit.

Bap. And I, to found the depth of this knavery.
Luc. Look not pale, Bianca ; thy father will not frown. [Exeunt.
Gre. My cake is dough; but I'll in among the rest,

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

Cath. Husband, let's follow, to fee the end of this ado.
Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will.

Cath. What, in the midst of the street?

Pet. What, art thou afham'd of me?

Cath. No, fir, god forbid! but asham'd to kiss.

[Exit.

Pet. Why, then let's home again: come, firrah, let's away. Cath. Nay, I will give thee a kifs: now, pray thee, love, stay. Pet. Is not this well? come, come, my fweet Kate; Better late than never, for never too late.

--- too late.

[Exeunt."

[Exeunt.

Enter Baptifta, Vincentio, Gremio, Pedant, Lucentio, Bianca, Tranio, Biondello, Petruchio,
Catharina, Grumio, Hortenfio, and Widow. Tranio's fervants bringing in a banquet.
Luc. At laft, though long, our jarring notes agree;

And time it is, when raging war is done,

To smile at 'scapes and perils overblown.

My fair Bianca, bid my father welcome,

While I with self-fame kindness welcome thine:

Brother Petruchio, fifter Catharine,

And thou, Hortenfio, with thy loving widow,
Feaft with the beft, and welcome to my house:
My banquet is to close our ftomachs up

After our great good cheer: pray you, fit down,
For now we fit to chat as well as eat.

Pet. Nothing but fit and fit, and eat and eat!

Bap. Padua affords this kindness, fon Petruchio.

Pet. Padua affords nothing but what is kind.

Hor. 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 mifs my fense:

I mean, Hortenfio is afeard of you.

Wid. He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.
Pet. Roundly replied.

Cath. Miftrefs, how mean you that?

Wid. Thus I conceive by him.

Pet. Conceives by me! how likes Hortenfio that?

Hor. My widow fays, thus fhe conceives her tale.

Pet. Very well mended; kifs him for that, good widow.
Cath. He that is giddy thinks the world turns round

I pray you, tell me what you meant by that.

Wid. Your hufband, being troubled with a fhrew, Measures my husband's forrow by his wo;

And now you know my meaning.

Cath. A very mean meaning.

Wid. Right, I mean you.

Cath. And I am mean indeed, respecting you.

Pet.

SCENE XII.

Lucentio's house in Padua.

Enter Baptista, Petruchio, Hortenfio, Lucentio, and the rest.

OW, in good fadness, fon Petruchio,

Bap⋅ No

I think, thou haft the veriest shrew of all.

Pet. Well, I fay, no; and therefore, for affurance, Let's each one send unto his wife, and he,

Whose wife is moft obedient to come first,

When he doth fend for her, fhall win the wager.

Hor. Content, what wager?

Luc. Twenty crowns.

Pet. Twenty crowns!

I'll venture fo much on my hawk, or hound,

But twenty times fo much upon my

wife.

Pet. A hundred marks, my Kate do put her down.
Hor. That's my office.

Pet. Spoke like an officer; ha' to thee, lad.
Bap. How likes Gremio thefe quickwitted folks?
Gre. Believe me, fir, they butt heads together well.
Bian. Head and butt? an hafty-witted body
Would fay, your head and butt were head and horn.
Vin. Ay, mistress bride, hath that awaken'd you?
Bian. Ay, but not frighted me, therefore I'll fleep again.
Pet. Nay, that thou fhalt not, fince you have begun :
Have at you for a better jest or two.

Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bufh:
And then purfue me as you draw your bow.
You are welcome all.

Pet. She hath prevented me. Here, fignior Tranio,
This bird you aim'd at, though you hit it not;
Therefore, a health to all that fhot and mifs'd.

Tra. O, fir, Lucentio flip'd me like his greyhound,
Which runs himself, and catches for his mafter.

Pet. A good fwift fimile, but fomething currifh.
Tra. 'Tis well, fir, that you hunted for yourfelf:
'Tis thought, your deer does hold you at a bay.
Bap. O, o, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now.
Luc. I thank thee for that gird, good Tranio.
Hor. Confefs, confefs, hath he not hit you there?
Fet. He has a little gall'd me, I confess;
And, as the jeft did glance away from me,
'Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright.
SCENE XII. &c.

[drinks to Hortenfio.

[Exe. Bianca, Cath. and Widow.

Luc.

Luc. A hundred then.

Hor. Content.

Pet. A match; 'tis done.

Hor. Who fhall begin?

Luc. That will I.

Go, Biondello, bid your mistress come to me.

Bion. I go.

Bap. Son, I'll be your half, Bianca comes.

Luc. I'll have no halves: I'll bear it all myself.

How now! what news?

Reenter Biondello.

Bion. Sir, my mistress sends you word

That she is bufy, and cannot come.

[Exit.

Pet. How! fhe's bufy, and cannot come! is that an answer? Gre. Ay, and a kind one too:

Pray god, fir, your wife send you not a worse.

Pet. I hope, better.

Hor. Sirrah Biondello, go, and entreat my wife to come to me forthwith.

[Exit Biondello. Pet. Oh ho! entreat her! nay, then she needs must come. Hor. I am afraid, fir, do what you can,

Enter Biondello.

Yours will not be entreated. Now, where's my wife?
Bion. She fays, you have fome goodly jeft in hand,

She will not come: fhe bids you come to her.

Pet. Worfe and worfe; fhe will not come ! O vile, intolerable, not to be endur'd!

Sirrah Grumio, go to your mistress;

Say, I command her to come to me.

Hor. I know her anfwer.

Pet. What?

Hor. She will not.

Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there's an end..

[Exit Gru..

SCENE

SCENE XIII.

Enter Catharina.

Bap. Now, by my hollidam, here comes Catharine.
Cath. What is your will, fir, that you fend for me?
Pet. Where is your fifter, and Hortenfio's wife?
Cath. They fit conferring by the parlour fire.
Pet. Go, fetch them hither; if they deny to come,
Swinge me them foundly forth unto their husbands:
Away, I fay, and bring them hither straight.

[Exit. Cath.

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 befall thee, good Petruchio!
The wager thou haft won, and I will add
Unto their loffes twenty thousand crowns;
Another dowry to another daughter,
For fhe is chang'd as the had never been.
Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet;
And show more fign of her obedience,
Her newbuilt virtue and obedience.

Enter Catharina, Bianca, and Widow.

See where she comes, and brings your froward wives
As prifoners to her womanly perfuafion :

Catharine, that cap of yours becomes you not;
Off with that bauble, throw it under foot.

[be pulls off her cap, and throws it down. Wid. Lord, let me never have a cause to figh, Till I be brought to such a filly pass!

Bian. Fie! what a foolish duty call you this? Luc. I would your duty were as foolish too! The wifdom of your duty, fair Bianca,

Coft