Vin. What, you notorious villain, didst thou never see thy master's father, Vincentio? Bion. What, my old, worshipful old master? yes, marry, sir; see where he looks out of the window. Vin. Is't so, indeed? [Beats Biondello. Bion. Help, help, help! here's a madman will murder me. Ped. Help, son! help, signior Baptista! [Exit. [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? Vin. What am I, sir? nay, what are you sir?—O immortal gods! O fine villain! A silken doublet! a velvet hose! a scarlet cloak! and a copatain hat! -O, 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? Bap. What, is the man lunatick? 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 sailmaker 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 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 signior Vincentio. Vin. Lucentio! O, he hath murdered his master! -Lay hold on him, I charge you, in the duke's name:-0, my son, my son!-tell me, thou villain, where is my son Lucentio? 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 forthcoming. 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 coney-catch'd in this business; I dare swear, this is the right Vincentio. Ped. Swear, if thou dar'st. 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. Vin. [Kneeling. Lives my sweetest son? [Biondello, Tranio, and Pedant run out. Right son unto the right Vincentio; That have by marriage made thy daughter mine, us all! Vin. Where is that damned villain, Tranio, 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, sweet father, for my sake. Vin. I'll slit the villain's nose, that would have sent 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 reveng'd for this villainy. [Exit. Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this knavery. [Exit. Luc. Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not frown. [Exeunt Lucentio and Bianca. Gre. My cake is dough: But I'll in among the rest; Out of hope of all,-but my share of the feast. Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will. Kath. No, sir; God forbid: but asham'd to kiss. Pet. Why, then let's home again:-Come, sirrah, let's away. Kath. Nay, I will give thee a kiss: now pray thee, love, stay. Pet. Is not this well?-Come, my sweet Kate; Better once than never, for never too late. [Exeunt. SCENE II. A ROOM IN LUCENTIO'S HOUSE. A Banquet set out. Enter Baptista, Vincentio, Gremio, the Pedant, Lucentio, Bianca, Petruchio, Katharina, Hortensio, and Widow. Tranio, Biondello, Grumio, and Others, attending. Luc. At last, though long, our jarring notes agree: And thou, Hortensio, with thy loving widow,— [They sit at table. Pet. Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat! Bap. Padua affords this kindness, son Petruchio. Pet. Padua affords nothing but what is kind. Hor. For both our sakes, I would that word were true. Pet. Now, for my life, Hortensio fears his widow. Wid. Then never trust me if I be afear'd. Pet. You are sensible, and yet you miss my sense; I mean, Hortensio is afear'd of you. Wid. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns round. |