· 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? Gre. Here's packing, with a witness, to deceive us! That fac'd and brav'd me in this matter fo? Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's love While he did bear my countenance in the town: 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. 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. Out of hope of all, but my fhare of the feast. Cath. Husband, let's follow, to fee the end of this ado. 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, 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, After our great good cheer: pray you, fit down, 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. 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. 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. Pet. Spoke like an officer; ha' to thee, lad. Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bufh: Pet. She hath prevented me. Here, fignior Tranio, Tra. O, fir, Lucentio flip'd me like his greyhound, Pet. A good fwift fimile, but fomething currifh. [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? 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. [Exit. Cath. Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder. And, to be short, what not, that's fweet and happy. Enter Catharina, Bianca, and Widow. See where she comes, and brings your froward wives Catharine, that cap of yours becomes you not; [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 |