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Tra. Then thou wert best say, that I am not Lucentio ?
Gre. Yes, I know thee to be signior Lucentio ?
Re-enter Biondello with Lucentio and Bianca. Vin. Thus strangers may be hald and abus'd: oh, monstrous villain !
Bion. Oh, we are spoil'd, and yonder he is; deny him, forswear him, or else we are all undone.
[Exeunt Biondello, Tranio, and Pedant, Luc. Pardon, sweet father.
[Kneeling Vin. Lives my sweet son ? Bian. Pardon, dear father, Bap. How haft thou offended ? where is Lucen
tio ? Luc. Here's Lucentio, right son to the right Vin.
centio, That have by marriage made thy daughter mine? While counterfeit supposers blear'd thine eyne. Gre. Here's packing with a witness, to deceive us
Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio ?
Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's love
Vin. I'll nit the villian's nose, that would have sent me to the jail.
Bap. But do you hear, fir? Have you married my daughter without asking my good-will ?
Vin. Fear not, Baptifta, we will content you, go
But I will in, to be reveng'd for this villainy. (Exit. Bap. And I, to sound the depth of chis knavery.
(Exit. Luc. Look not pale, Bianca ; thy father will not frown.
[Exeunt. Gre. My cake is dough ;4 but I'll in among the
rest, Out of hope of all, but my Ihare of the feast. [Exit.
[Petruchio and Catharine advancing. Cath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end of this
ado. Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will. Carb. What, in the midst of the street? Pet. What, art thou alham'd of me? Cath. No, fir, God forbid ! but alham'd to kiss. Pet. Why, then let's home again : Come, sirrah,
Cath. 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.
Lucentio's apartments. Enter Baptista, Vincentio, Gremio, Pedant, Lucentio, Bi
anca, Tranio, Biondello, Petruchio, Catharine, Grumio, Hortensio, and Widow. The serving-men with Tranie bringing in a banquet.
uc. At last, tho' long, our jarring notes agree: And time it is, when raging war is done,
4 My cake is diugh.] This is a proverbial expression which I meet with in the old interlude of Tom Tyler and his Wife, 1598. " Alas poor Tom, bis cake is dough." STEEVENS.
To smile at 'scapes and perils over-blown.
Pet. Nothing but fit and fit, and eat and eat!
true. Pet. Now, for my life, Hortensio fears his widow. Wid. Then never trust me if I be afeard.
Pet. You are very sensible, and yet you miss my sense: I mean, Hortenfio is afeard of
you. Wid. He, that is giddy, thinks the world turns
round. Pet. Roundly reply'd, Catb. Mistress, how mean you that? Wid. Thus I conceive by him. Pet. Conceives by me! how likes Hortensio that? Hor. My widow fays, thus the conceives her tale. Pet. Very well mended : kiss him for that, good
widow, Cath. He, that is giddy, thinks, the world turns
round I pray you, tell me what you meant by that.
Wid. Your husband, being troubled with a shrew,
Cath. A very mean meaning.
Hor. To her, widow !
[Drinks to Hortenfio. Bap. How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks ? Gre. Believe me, sir, they butt together well.
Bian. Head and butt? an hafty-witted body Would say, your head and butt were head and horn.
Vin. Ay, Mistress bride, háth that awaken'd you?
gun, Have at you for a better jest.or two.
Bian. Am I your bird ? I mean to shift my bush: And then pursue me, as you draw your bow: You are welcome all.
[Exeunt Bianca, Catharine, and Widow. Pet. She hath prevented me. Here, signior Tranio, This bird you aim'd at, tho' you hit her not; Therefore, a health to all that shot and miss'd.
Tra. Oh, sir, Lucentio nipt me like his grey-hound, Which runs himself, and catches for his master.
Pet. A good swift fimile, but something currish.
Tra. 'Tis well, sir, that you hunted for yourself: 'Tis thought your deer does hold you at a bay.
Bap: Oh, oh, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now.
-Swis,] besides the original sense of speedy in motion, fignified witty, quick-witted. So in As You Like It, the Duke says of the Clown, He is very swift and fententious. Quick is now used in almost the same sense as nimble was in the age after that of our author. Heylin says of Hales, that he had knswn Laud for a nimble difputant. JOHNSON.
And, as the jest did glance away from me, 'Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright.
Bap. Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio, I think, thou hast the veriest shrew of all.
Pet. Well, I say, no: and therefore for assurance,
Hor. Content; -what's the wager?
Pet. Twenty crowns !
Luc. A hundred then.
Luc. That will I.
[Exi:. Bap. Son, I will be your half, Bianca comes. Luc. I'll have no halves; I'll bear it all myself.
Re-enter Biondello. How now, what news?
Bion. Sir, my mistress sends you word That she is busy, and she cannot come.
Pei. How! she's busy, and cannot come!
Gre. Ay, and a kind one too :
Pet. I hope better.
Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go and intreat my wife to come to me forthwith.
(Exit Biondello. Per. Oh, ho! intreat her! Nay, then she needs must come. VOL. III.