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My name is call'd Vincentio, my dwelling Pifa;
Pet. Happily met, the happier for thy fon;
Vin. But is this true, or is it elfe your pleasure,
Hor. I do affure thee, Father, so it is.
[Exeunt Pet. Cath. and Vin.
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ACT V. SCENE, before Lucentio's Houfe.
Enter Biondello, Lucentio and Bianca, Gremio walking on one fide.
Oftly and fwiftly, Sir, for the Priest is ready.
Sof 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 [Exit.
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 louder. [Pedant looks out of the window. Ped. What's he, that knocks as he would beat down the gate ?
(2c) And then come back to my Miftrefs 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 must fee you in the Church; and then for fear "I should be wanted, I'll run back to wait on Tranio, who at prefent perfonates you, and whom therefore I at prefent 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 shipping! but who is here? mine old Master Vincentio ? now we are undone, and brought to nothing.
Vin. Come hither, crackhemp.
Vin. Come hither, you rogue; what, have you forgot
Bion. Forgot 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.
u? no, Sir: I could not forget you,
Ped. Help, Son; help, Signior Baptifta. Pet. Pr'ythee, Kate, let's ftand afide, and fee 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, Šir; 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 son and my fervants spend all at the University.
Tra. How now, what's the matter?
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 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 shall 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 bufinefs; I dare swear, this is the right Vincentio.
Ped. Swear, if thou dar'ft.
Gre. Nay, I dare not fwear it.
Tra. Then thou wert best say, that I am not Lucentio ?
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, 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 Son to the right Kincentio,
That have by marriage made thy Daughter mine:
Gre. Here's packing with a witness to deceive us all.
Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio?
Luc. Love wrought thefe miracles. Bianca's love
Vin. I'llit the villain's nofe, that would have fent me to the jail.
Bap. But do you hear, Sir, have Daughter without asking my good-will ?
you married my