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My name is call'd Vincentio, my dwelling Pifa;
And bound I am to Padua, there to visit
A fon of mine, which long I have not seen.
Pet. What is his name?

Vin. Lucentio, gentle Sir.

Pet. Happily met, the happier for thy fon;
And now by law, as well as reverend age,
I may entitle thee my loving Father:
The Sifter of my Wife, this Gentlewoman,
Thy Son by this hath married. Wonder not,
Nor be not griev'd, fhe is of good esteem,
Her dowry wealthy, and of worthy birth;
Befide, fo qualified, as may befeem
The Spoufe of any noble Gentleman.
Let me embrace with old Vincentio,
And wander we to fee thy honest Son,
Who will of thy arrival be full joyous.

Vin. But is this true, or is it elfe your pleasure,
Like pleafant travellers, to break a jest
Upon the company you overtake?

Hor. I do affure thee, Father, so it is.

Pet. Come, go along, and fee the truth hereof: For our firft merriment hath made thee jealous.

[Exeunt Pet. Cath. and Vin.

Hor. Well, Petruchio, this hath put me in heart.

Have to my widow; and if she be froward,

Then haft thou taught Hortenfio to be untoward. [Exit.



SCENE, before Lucentio's House.

Enter Biondello, Lucentio and Bianca, Gremio walking on one fide.

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Oftly and swiftly, Sir, 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 fee the church o' your back, (20) and then come back to my Mafter as foon as I



Gre. I marvel, Cambio comes not all this while.

Enter Petruchio, Catharina, Vincentio and Grumio, with Attendants.

Pet. Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's house, My Father's bears more towards the Market-place; Thither muft I, and here I leave you, Sir.

Vin. You fhall not chufe but drink before you go; I think, I fhall command your welcome here; And by all likelihood fome cheer is toward. [Knocks. Gre. They're bufie within, you were best knock [Pedant looks out of the window. Ped. What's he, that knocks as he would beat down the gate?


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(2c) And then come back to my Mistress as foon as I can.] The Editions all agree in this reading; but what Mistress was Biondello to come back to? He muft certainly mean; "Nay, faith, Sir, I muft fee you in the Church; and then for fear "I fhould be wanted, I'll run back to wait on Tranio, who at "prefent perfonates you, and whom therefore I at present acknowledge for my Master."


Vin. Is Signior Lucentio within, Sir?

Ped. He's within, Sir, but not to be fpoken withal. Vin. What, if a man bring him a hundred pound or two, to make merry withal?

Ped. Keep your hundred pounds to your felf, he fhall need none as long I as live.

Pet. Nay, I told you, your Son was belov'd in Padua. Do you hear, Sir? to leave frivolous circumftances, 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 to Padua, and here looking out of the window.

Vin. Art thou his Father?

Ped. Ay, Sir, fo his Mother fays, if I may believe her.

Pet. Why, how now, Gentleman! why, this is flat knavery to take upon you another man's name.

Ped. Lay hands on the villain. I believe, he means to cozen fomebody in this city under my countenance. Enter Biondello.

Bion. I have feen them in the Church together. God fend 'em good fhipping! but who is here? mine old Master Vincentio ? now we are undone, and brought to nothing.

Vin. Come hither, crackhemp.
Bion. I hope, I may chufe, Sir.

[Seeing Biondello.

Vin. Come hither, you rogue; what, have you forgot


Bion. Forgot you? no, Sir: I could not forget you, for I never faw you before in all my life.

Vin. What, you notorious villain, didst thou never fee thy Mafter's Father Vincentio ?

Bion. What, my old worshipful old mafter? yes, marry, Sir, fee where he looks out of the window. Vin. Is't fo indeed? [He beats Biondello. Bion. Help, help, help, here's a madman will murther me.


Ped. Help, Son; help, Signior Baptifta.

Pet. Pr'ythee, Kate, let's stand afide, and see the end of this controverfie. [They retire.

Enter Pedant with Servants, Baptista and Tranio.

Tra. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my servant? Vin. What am I, Sir; nay, what are you, Sir? oh, immortal Gods! oh, fine villain! a filken doublet, a velvet hofe, a scarlet cloak and a copatain hat: oh, I am undone! I am undone! while I play the good husband at home, my fon and my fervants spend all at the University.

Tra. How now, what's the matter?

Bap. What, is this man lunatick ?

Tra. Sir, you feem a fober ancient Gentleman by your habit, but your words fhew a mad-man; why, Sir, 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 fail-maker in Bergamo.

Bap. You mistake, Sir, you mistake, Sir; pray, what do you think is his name?

Vin. His name? as if I knew not his name: I have brought him up ever fince he was three years old, and his name is Tranio.

Ped. Away, away, mad afs! his name is Lucentia: and he is mine only fon, and heir to the lands of me Signior Vincentio.

Vin. Lucentio! oh, he hath murthered his master ; lay hold of him, I charge you, in the Duke's name.; oh, my fon, my fon, tell me, thou villain, where is my fon Lucentio?

Tra. Call forth an Officer; carry this mad knave to the jail; Father Baptifta, I charge you, fee, that he be forth-coming.

Vin. Carry me to jail?

Gre. Stay, Officer, he fhall not go to prifon.

Bap. Talk not, Signior Gremio: I fay, he fhall go to prifon.


Gre. Take heed, Signior Baptifta, left you be conyeatch'd in this business; I dare fwear, this is the right Vincentio.

Ped. Swear, if thou dar'st.

Gre. Nay, I dare not fwear it.

Tra. Then thou wert best say, that I am not Lucentio ?
Gre. Yes, I know thee to be Signior Lucentio.
Bap. Away with the dotard, to the jail with him!.

Enter Lucentio and Bianca.

Vin. Thus ftrangers may be hal'd and abus'd; oh, monftrous villain!

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

[Exeunt Biondello, Tranio and Pedant.

Luc.. Pardon, sweet Father..

Vin. Lives my sweet fon?

Bian. Pardon, dear Father.


Bap. How haft thou offended? where is Lucentio ? Luc. Here's Lucentio, right Son to the right Kincentio,

That have by marriage made thy Daughter mine:
While counterfeit fuppofers bleer'd thine eyne.

Gre. Here's packing with a witness to deceive us all.
Vin. Where is that damn'd 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 thefe miracles. Bianca's love
Made me exchange my ftate with Tranio,

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

Unto the wifhed haven of my blifs;

What Tranio did, my felf enforc'd him to;
Then pardon him, fweet Father, for my fake.

Vin. I'llit the villain's nofe, that would have fent

me to the jail.

Bap. But do you hear, Sir, have you married my Daughter without asking my good-will ?

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