Padua. Do you hear, sir ?-to leave frivolous cir-[name:-0, my son, my son!-tell me, thou villain, cumstances, I pray you, tell signior Lucentio, where is my son Lucentio ? that his father is come from Pisa, ar is here at the door to speak with him.

Ped. Thou liest; his father is come from Pisa, and here looking out at the window.

Vin. Art thou his father?

Ped. Ay, sir; so his mother says, if I may believe her.

Pet. Why, how, now, gentlemen! [To Vincen.] why, this is flat 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 choose, sir. Vin. Come, hither, you rogue; What, have you forgot me ?

Bion. Forgot you? no, sir: 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?

Tra. Call forth an officer: [Enter one with an officer.] carry this mad knave to the gaol:-Father Baptista, I charge you see, that he be forth-coming. Vin. Carry me to the gaol!

Gre. Stay, officer; he shall not go to prison. Bap. Talk not, signior Gremio; I say, he shall go to prison.

Gre. Take heed, signior Baptista, lest you be conycatched in this business; I dare swear, this is the right Vincentio.

Ped. Swear, if thou darest.
Gre. Nay, I dare not swear 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 gaol with him.

Vin. Thus strangers may be haled and abus'd:O monstrous villain!

Re-enter Biondello, with Lucentio, and Bianca. Bion. O, we are spoiled, and-Yonder he is; deny him, forswear him, or else we are all undone. Luc. Pardon, sweet father. [Kneeling. Vin. Lives my sweetest son? [Biondello, Tranio, and Pedant, run out. Bian. Pardon, dear father. [Kneeling. How hast thou offended ?

Bion. What, my old, worshipful old master? yes, marry, sir; see where he looks out of the win-Where is Lucentio ?

dow.
Vin. Is't so, indeed?

Bap.
Luc.

Here's Lucentio, [Beats Biondello. Right son unto the right Vincentio ; Bion. Help, help, help! here's a madman will That have by marriage made thy daughter mine, murder me. [Exit. While counterfeit supposes blear'd thine eyne.3 Gre. Here's packing,' with a witness, to deceive

Ped. Help, son! help, signior Baptista! [Exit from the window. Pet. Pr'ythee, Kate, let's stand aside, and see the end of this controversy. [They retire. Re-enter Pedant below; Baptista, Tranio, and

servants.

Tra. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my

servant?

us all!

Vin. Where is that damned villain, Tranio,
That fac'd and brav'd me in this matter so ?
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;

Vin. What am I, sir? nay, what are you, sir?-And happily I have arriv'd at last
O immortal gods! O tine villain! A silken doublet! Unto the wished haven of my bliss:-
a velvet hose! a scarlet cloak! and a copatain hat!What Tranio did, myself enfore'd him to;
-O, I am undone! I am undos while I play the Then pardon him, sweet father, for my sake.
good husband at home, my son and my servant
spend all at the university.

Tra. How now! what's the matter?
Bap. What, is the man lunatic ?

Tra. Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman by your habit, but your words show you a madman: 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? O, villain! he is a sail-maker] in Bergamo.

Bap. You mistake, sir; you mistake, sir: Pray, what do you think is his name?

Vin. I'll slit the villain's nose, that would have set me to the gaol.

Bap. But do you hear, sir? [To Lucentio.] Have you married my daughter without asking my goodwill?

Vin. Fear not, Baptista; we will content you, go to: But I will in, to be revenged for this villany. [Exit.

Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this knavery.

[Exit.

Luc. Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not
frown.
[Exeunt Luc. and Bian.
Gre. My cake is dough: But I'll in among the
rest;

Vin. His name? as if I knew not his name! 1 have brought him up ever since he was three years Out of hope of all,-but my share of the feast. 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, signior Vincentio.

Vin. Lucentio! O, he hath murdered his master!-Lay hold on him, I charge you, in the duke's

(1) A hat with a conical crown,
(2) Cheated.
(3) Deceived thy eyes,
Tricking, underhand contrivances,

[Exil.

Petruchio and Katharina advance.
Kath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end of
this ado.

Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will.
Kath. What, in the midst of the street?
Pet. What, art thou ashamed of me?

(5) A proverbial expression, repeated after a disappointment,

banquet set out. Enter Baptista, Vincentio, This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not;
Gremio, the Pedant, Lucentio, Bianca, Petruchio, Therefore, a health to all that shot and miss'd."
Katharina, Hortensio, and Widow. Tranio,
Tra. O, sir, Lucentio slipp'd me like his grey-
Biondello, Grumio, and others, attending.
Luc. At last, though long, our jarring notes

Pet. Now for my life, Hortensio fears? his widow.]
Wid. Then never trust me if I be afcard.

Pet. You are sensible, and yet you miss my pl venture so much on my hawk, or hound,

Pet. A hundred marks, my Kate does put her Nay, then she must needs come.

Say, I comman her come to me. [Exit Grumio. Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee,
Hor. I know her answer.
And for thy maintenance: commits his body
To painful labour, both by sea and land;
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe;
And craves no other tribute at thy hands,
But love, fair looks, and true obedience;-

Pet. Where is your sister, and Hortensio's wife?
Kath. They sit conferring by the parlour fire.
Pet. Go, fetch them hither; if they deny to
come,

Swinge me them soundly forth unto their husbands:
Away, I say, and bring them hither straight.
[Exit Katharina.
Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder.
Hor. And so it is: I wonder what it bodes.
Pet. Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet
life,

An awful rule, and right supremacy;
And, to be short, what not, that's sweet and happy.
Bap. Now fair befall thee, good Petruchio!
The wager thou hast won; and I will add
Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns;
Another dowry to another daughter,
For she is chang'd, as she had never been.
Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet;
And show more sign of her obedience,
Her new-built virtue and obedience.

Re-enter Katharina, with Bianca, and Widow. See, where she comes; and brings your froward wives

As prisoners to her womanly persuasion.-
Katharine, that cap of yours becomes you not;
Off with that bauble, throw it under foot.

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

Bian. Fie! what a foolish duty call you this?
Luc. I would, your duty were as foolish too:
The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca,
Hath cost me a hundred crowns since supper-time.
Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my
duty.

Pet. Katharine, I charge thee, tell these head-
strong women

What duty they do owe their lords and husbands.
Wid. Come, come, you're mocking; we will
have no telling.

Pet. Come on, I say; and first begin with her.
Wid. She shall not.

Pet. I say, she shall ;-and first begin with her.
Kath. Fie, fie! unknit that threat'ning unkind
brow;

And dart not scornful glances from those eyes,
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor:
It blots thy beauty, as frosts bite the meads;
Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair buds;

And in no sense is meet, or amiable.
A woman mov'd, is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty;
And, while it is so, none so dry or thirsty
Will deign to sip, or touch one drop of it.
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
(1) Gentle temper.

Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
Even such, a woman oweth to her husband:
And, when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
And, not obedient to his honest will,
What is she, but a foul contending rebel,
And graceless traitor to her loving lord?
I am asham'd, that women are so simple
To offer war, where they should kneel for peace,
Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway,
When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.
Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth,
Unapt to toil and trouble in the world;
But that our soft conditions,' and our hearts,
Should well agree with our external parts?
Come, come, you froward and unable worms!
My mind hath been as big as one of yours,
My heart as great; my reason, haply, more,
To bandy word for word, and frown for frown.
But now, I see our lances are but straws;
Our strength as weak, our weakness past com
pare,-

That seeming to be most, which we least are.
Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot;
And place your hands below your husband's foot.
My hand is ready, may it do him ease.
In token of which duty, if he please,

Pet. Why, there's a wench!-Come on, and kiss
me, Kate.

Luc. Well, go thy ways, old lad; for thou shalt

(2) Abate your spirits,