Thy son by this hath married.

Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too,
Hast thou beheld a fresher gentlewoman?
Such war of white and red within her cheeks?
What stars do spangle heaven with such beauty,
As those two eyes become that heavenly face!
Fair, lovely maid, once more good day to thee:
Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's sake.

Vin. Embrace me for my beauty's sake!

Kath. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and sweet. Whither away; or where is thy abode ?

Happy the parents of so fair a child;
Happier the man, whom favorable stars

Allots thee for his lovely wedded wife!

Pct. Why, how now, Kate? I hope thou art not mad: This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither'd ;

And not a maiden, as thou say'st he is.

Kath. Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes,

That have been so bedazzled with the-,

That everything I look on seemeth green:
Now I perceive thou art a reverend father;
Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad mistaking.

Pct. Do, good old grandsire;

And wander with us now to see thy honest son :
Who will of thy arrival be full joyous :

Come go along and see the truth hereof-
Is not this well ?-Come, my sweet Kate,

[To HORTENSIO.

Better once than never-and never once too late!

[CURTIS enters and assists KATHARINE to her robe and hat.

CURTAIN.
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ACT V.

SCENE 1.-Before LUCENTIO'S house. Gateway below; window above at R.

BIONDELLO runs on from L., looks round to see all clear, then goes to door, R. C., and beckons LUCENTIO and BIANCA, who enter softly.

Bion. Softly 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 see the church o' your back; and then come back to my master as soon as I can.

[Excunt LUCENTIO, BIANCA, and BIONDELLO, off L.

Enter GREMIO from R.

Gre. I marvel Cambio comes not all this while.

Enter VINCENTIO and HORTENSIO from L.

Hor. Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's house; And here I leave you, sir.

Vin. You shall not choose but drink before you go;

I think I shall command your welcome here,
And by all likelihood, some cheer is toward.

[Knocks.

Gre. They're busy within, you were best knock louder.

[VINCENTIO knocks again.

Enter PEDANT above at a window.

Ped. What's he that knocks as he would beat down the gate?

Vin. Is signior Lucentio within, sir?

Ped. He's within, sir, but not to be spoken withal.

Vin. What if a man bring him a hundred pound or two to make merry withal?

Ped. Keep your hundred pounds to yourself; he shall need · none, as long as I live.

Hor. 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 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.

Re-enter BIONDELLO from L.

Bion. I have seen them in the church together; but who is here? mine old master, Vincentio? now we are undone, and brought to nothing.

me?

Vin. Come hither, crack-hemp.

Bion. Sir! sir! sir!

[Secing BIONDELLO.

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

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 ?

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. Heip, help, help! here's a madman will murder me.

Ped. Help, son! help, signior Baptista!

[Exit, R.

[Exit from the window.

Re-enter FEDANT below; BAPTISTA, TRANIO, R. C.

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.

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. Tra. Call forth 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. Take heed, signior Baptista, lest you be coney-catched 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.

Re-enter LUCENTIO and BIANCA from L.

Luc. Pardon, sweet father.
Vin.

[Kneeling.

Lives my sweet son? [TRANIO and PEDANT run out, R. [Kneeling.

Bian. Pardon, dear father.

Бар.

How hast thou offended?

Luc.

Here's Lucentio,

Where is Lucentio ?

Right son unto the right Vincentio ;

That have by marriage made thy daughter mine,

While counterfeit supposes blear'd thine eyne.

Bap. [To LUCENTIO.] Have you married my daughter

without asking my good-will?

Vin. Fear not, Baptista; we will content you: go to; but

I will in, to be revenged for all this villainy.

[Exit, R. C.

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

Exit, R. C.

Luc. Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not frown. [Exeunt LUCENTIO and BIANCA, R. C. [Exit, R. C.

Gre. My cake is dough.

LAST SCENE-A hall in LUCENTIO's house. A banquet set

out.

The company is seated about a table, which is plentifully lighted and handsomely set. BAPTISTA, R.; PETRUCIIIO and KATHARINE at his L., LUCENTIO and BIANCA at their L. HORTENSIO and WIDOW at the L. GREMIO and VINCENTIO at the R. Others in places. GRUMIO, BIONDELLO, and servants in attendance. In the gallery beyond, a choir is singing as the scene is disclosed.

SOLO AND CHORUS.

Should he upbraid, I'll own that he prevail,
And sing as sweetly as the nightingale ;
Say that he frown, I'll say his looks I view
As morning roses newly washed with dew;
Say he be mute, I'll answer with a smile,
I'll dance and play and will his care beguile.

[After the song LUCENTIO rises.

Luc. At last, though long, our jarring notes agree;
And time it is, when raging war is done,
To smile at 'scapes and perils overblown.
My banquet was to close our stomachs up,
After our great good cheer;

For now we sit to chat, as well as eat.

[They rise from 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.
Bian. You are welcome all!

[The ladies withdraw and exeunt, R. The WIDOW
shakes her finger warningly at HORTENSIO.

Pet. Now, for my life, Hortensio fears his widow.
Hor. He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.

Luc. How mean you that?

Hor. Petruchio, being troubled with a shrew,