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Kath.

'Pray you, let it stand. If this be courtesy, sir, accept of it.

Pet. The poorest service is repaid with thanks; Ped. O, sir, I do; and will repute you ever And so shall mine, before you touch the meat. The patron of my life and liberty.

Kath. I thank you, sir. Tra. Then go with me, to make the matter good. Hor. Signior Petruchio, fye! you are to blame ! This, by the way, I let you understand;

Come, mistress Kate, I'll bear you company. My father is here look'd for every day,

Pet. Eat it up all, Hortensio, if thou lov'st me.To pass assurance of a dower in marriage

[Asile. "Twixt me and one Baptista's daughter here : Much good do it unto thy gentle heart ! In all these circumstances I'll instruct you :

Kate, eat apace :- And now my honey love, Go with me, sir, to clothe you as becomes you. Will we return unto thy father's house;

(Excunt. And revel it as bravely as the best,

With silken coats, and caps, and golden rings, SCENE III.-A Room in Petruchio's House,

With ruffs, and cuffs, and farthingales, and things Enter KATHARINA and GRUMIO.

With scarfs, and fans, and double change of bravery, Gru. No, no ; forsooth, I dare not, for my life. With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knavery. Kuth. The more my wrong, the more his spite What, hast thou din'd? The tailor stays thy leisure, appears :

To deck thy body with his ruffling treasure.
What, did he marry me to famish me ?

Enter Tailor.
Beggars, that come unto my father's door,
Upon entreaty, have a present alms;

Come, tailor, let us see these ornaments;
If not, elsewhere they meet with charity :

Enter Haberdasher.
But I, — who pever knew how to entreat, -
Nor never needed that I should entreat,

Lay forth the gown.

What news with you, sir ? Am starv'd for meat, giddy for lack of sleep ;

Hab. Here is the cap your worship did bespeak. With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fed : Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer; And that which spites me more than all these wants, A velvet dish; - fye, fye! 'tis lewd and filthy ; He does it under name of perfect love;

Why, 'tis a cockle, or a walnutshell,
As who should say, - if I should sleep, or eat, A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap;
'Twere deadly sickness, or else present death. Away with it, come, let me have a bigger.
I pr’ythee go, and get me some repast ;

Kath. I'll have no bigger ; this doth fit the time, I care not what, so it be wholesome food.

And gentlewomen wear such caps as these. Gru. What say you to a neat's foot ?

Pet. When you are gentle, you shall have one too, Kath. 'Tis passing good; I pr’ythee let me have it. And not till then. Gru. I fear, it is too cholerick a meat :

Hor.

That will not be in haste. [Aside. How say you to a fat tripe, finely broil'd ?

Kath. Why, sir, I trust, I may have leave to Kath. I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me.

speak; Gru. I cannot tell; I fear, 'tis cholerick.

And speak I will; I am no child, no babe: What say you to a piece of beef, and mustard ? Your betters have endur'd me say my mind; Kath. A dish that I do love to feed upon.

And, if you cannot, best you stop your ears. Gru. Ay, but the mustard is too hot a little. My tongue will tell the anger of my heart; Kath. Why, then the beef, and let the mustard Or else my heart, concealing it, will break; rest.

And, rather than it shall, I will be free Gru. Nay, then I will not; you shall have the Even to the uttermost, as I please, in words. mustard,

Pet. Why, thou say'st true; it is a paltry cap, Or else you get no beef of Grumio.

A custard-coffin, a bauble, a silken pie: Kath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt. I love thee well, in that thou lik'st it not. Gru. Why, then the mustard without the beef. Kath. Love me, or love me not, I like the cap; Kath. Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding And it I will have, or I will have none. slave,

[Beats him. Pet. Thy gown? why, ay; -- Come, tailor, let us That feed'st me with the very name of meat :

see't. Sorrow on thee, and all the pack of you,

O mercy, God! what masking stuff is here? That triumph thus upon my misery!

What's this? a sleeve? 'tis like a demi-cannon : Go, get thee gone, I say.

What ! up and down, carv'd like an apple-tart?

Ilere's snip, and nip, and cut, and slish, and slash, Enter PETRUCHIO, with a dish of meat ; and

Like to a censer in a barber's shop :-
HORTENSIO.

Why, what, o’devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this? Pet. How fares my Kate? What, sweeting, all Hor. I see, she's like to have neither cap nor amort?

gown.

[ Aside. Hor. Mistress, what cheer?

Tai. You bid me make it orderly and well, Kuth.

'Faith, as cold as can be. According to the fashion, and the time. Pet. Pluck up thy spirits, look cheerfully upon Pet. Marry, and did; but if you be remember'd,

I did not bid you mar it to the time.
Here, love; thou see'st how diligent I am,

Go, hop me over every kennel home,
To dress thy meat myself, and bring it thee : For you shall hop without my custom, sır :

[Sets the dish on a table.

I'll none of it; hence, make your best of it. I am sure, sweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks.

Kuth. I never saw a better fashion'd gown, What, not a word ? Nay then, thou lov'st it not; More quaint, more pleasing, nor more commend. And all my pains is sorted to no proof ;

able : Here, take away this dish.

Belike, you mean to make a puppet of me.

me.

said so.

sun.

Pet. Why, true; he means to make a puppet Take no unkindness of his hasty words: of thee.

Away, I say ; commend me to thy master. Tai. She says, your worship means to make a

[Erit Tailor. puppet of her.

Pet. Well, come, my Kate; we will unto your Pet. O monstrous arrogance! Thou liest, thou

father's, thread,

Even in these honest mean habiliments; Thou thimble,

Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor :
Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail, For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;
Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter cricket thou :- And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
Bray'd in mine own house with a skein of thread! So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
Away, thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant; What, is the jay more precious than the lark,
Or I shall so be-mete thee with thy yard,

Because his feathers are more beautiful ?
As thou shalt think on prating whilst thou liv'st ! Or is the adder better than the eel,
I tell thee, I, that thou hast marr'd her gown. Because his painted skin contents the eye ?

Tai. Your worship is deceived; the gown is made 0, no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse Just as my master had direction :

For this poor furniture, and mean array. Grumio gave order how it should be done.

If thou account'st it shame, lay it on me : Gru. I gave him no order, I gave him the stuff. And therefore, frolick; we will hence forthwith, Tai. But how did you desire it should be made ? To feast and sport us at thy father's house. Gru. Marry, sir, with needle and thread.

Go, call iny men, and let us straight to him; Tai. But did you not request to have it cut? And bring our horses unto Long-lane end, Gru. Thou hast faced many things.

There will we mount, and thither walk on foot. Tai. I have.

Let's see ; I think, 'tis now some soven o'clock, Gru. Face not me : thou hast braved many men ; And well we may come there by dinner time. brave not me; I will neither be faced nor braved. Kath. I dare assure you, sir, 'tis almost two; I say unto thee, - I bid thy master cut out the And 'twill be supper-time, ere you come there. gown; but I did not bid him cut it to pieces : ergo, Pet. It shall be seven, ere I go to horse : thou liest.

Look, what I speak, or do, or think to do, Tai. Why, here is the note of the fashion to You are still crossing it. - Sirs, let't alone: testify.

I will not go to-day; and ere I do, Pet. Read it.

It shall be what o'clock I say it is. Gru. The note lies in his throat, if he say I Hor. Why, so ! this gallant will command the

[Ereunt. Tai. Imprimis, a loose-bodied gown :

Gru. Master, if ever I said loose-bodied gown, SCENE IV. - Padua. Before Baptista's House. sew me in the skirts of it, and beat me to death with a bottom of brown thread : I said, a gown.

Enter Tranio, and the Pedant dressed like VINPet. Proceed. Tai. With a small compassed cape ;

Tra. Sir, this is the house; Please it you, that I Gru. I confess the cape.

call ? Tar. With a trunk sleeve ;

Ped. Ay, what else ? and, but I be deceived. Gru. I confess two sleeves.

Signior Baptista may remember me, Tai. The sleeves curiously cut.

Near twenty years ago, in Genoa, where Pet. Ay, there's the villainy.

We were lodgers at the Pegasus. Gru. Error i'the bill, sir ; error i'the bill. I com- Tra.

'Tis well; manded the sleeves should be cut out, and sewed up And hold your own, in any case, with such again : and that I'll prove upon thee, though thy Austerity as 'longeth to a father. little finger be armed in a thimble.

Enter BIONDELLO. Tai. This is true, that I say ; an I had thee in place where, thou should'st know it.

Ped. I warrant you : But, sir, here comes your Gru. I am for thee straight : take thou the bill, give me thy mete-yard, and spare not me.

'Twere good, he were school’d. Hor. God-a-mercy, Grumio! then he shall have Tra. Fear you not him. Sirrah, Biondello, no odds.

Now do your duty throughly, I advise you ;
Pet. Well, sir, in brief, the gown is not for me. Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio.
Gru. You are i'the right, sir ; 'tis for my mis-

Bion. Tut! fear not me. tress.

Tra. But hast thou done thy errand to Baptista? Pet. Go, take it up unto thy master's use.

Bion. I told him, that your father was at Venice; Gru. Villain, not for thy life : Take up my mis- And that you look'd for him this day in Padua. tress' gown for thy master's use !

Tra. Thou’rt a tall fellow; hold thee that to Pet. Why, sir, what's your conceit in that?

drink. Gru. O, sir, the conceit is deeper than you think Here comes Baptista : - set your countenance, sir.

Enter BAPTISTA and LUCENTIO. Take up my mistress' gown to his master's use ! 0, fye, fye, fye!

Signior Baptista, you are happily met : Pet. Hortensio, say thou wilt see the tailor Sir, {to the Pedant.] paid : –

[ Aside. This is the gentleman I told you of: Go take it hence ; begone, and say no more. pray you, stand good father to ine now, Hor. Tailor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-mor- Give me Bianca for my patrimony.

Ped. Soft, son!

CENTIO.

boy ;

for :

row.

now.

say,

Sir, by your leave, having come to Padua * about a counterfeit assurance: Take you assurance To gather in some debts, my son Lucentio

of her, cum privilegio ad imprimendum solùm : to the Made me acquainted with a weighty cause

church; take the priest, clerk, and some suffiOf love between your daughter and himself : cient honest witnesses : And, for the good report I hear of you ;

If this be not that you look for, I have no more to And for the love he beareth to your daughter,

say, And she to him, - to stay him not too long, But, bid Bianca farewell for ever and a day. I am content, in a good father's care,

[Going To have him match'd ; and, --- if you pleas'd to like Luc. Hear'st thou, Biondello? No worse than I, sir upon some agreement,

Bion. I cannot tarry: I knew a wench married in Me shall you find most ready and most willing an afternoon as she went to the garden for parsley With one consent to have her so bestowed ;

to stuff a rabbit; and so may you, sir ; and so For curious I cannot be with you,

adieu, sir. My master hath appointed me to go to Signior Baptista, of whom I hear so well.

Saint Luke's, to bid the priest be ready to come Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say ; against you come with your appendix. [Erit. Your plainness, and your shortness, please me well. Luc. I

may,

and will, if she be so contented : Right true it is, your son Lucentio here

She will be pleas'd, then wherefore should I doubt? Doth love my daughter, and she loveth him, Hap what hap may, I'll roundly go about her ; Or both dissemble deeply their affections :

It shall go liard, if Cambio go without her. (Erit. And, therefore, if you say no more than this, That like a father you will deal with him,

SCENE V. A publick Road. And pass my daughter a sufficient dower,

Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, and HORTENSIO. The match is fully made, and all is done : Your son shall have my daughter with consent.

Pet. Come on, o'God's name; once more to Tra. I thank you, sir. Where then do you know

ward our father's. best,

Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the We be affied ; and such assurance ta’en,

moon! As shall with either part's agreement stand ?

Kath. The moon! the sun ; it is not moonlight Bap. Not in my house, Lucentio ; for, you know, Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants :

Pet. I it is the moon that shines so bright. Besides, old Gremio is heark’ning still ;

kath. I know, it is the sun that shines so bright. And, lappily, we might be interrupted.

Pet. Now, by my mother's son, and that's myTra. Then at my lodging, an it like you,

sir :

self, There doth my father lie ; and there, this night,

It shall be moon, or star, or what I list, We'll pass the business privately and well :

Or ere I journey to your father's house: Send for your daughter by your servant here, Go on, and fetch our horses back again. My boy shall fetch the scrivener presently.

Evermore cross’d, and cross'd: nothing but cross'd! The worst is this, — that, at so slender warning,

Hor. Say as he says, or we shall never go. You're like to have a thin and slender pittance. Kath. Forward, I pray, since we have come Bap. It likes me well : - Cambio, hie you home,

so far, And bid Bianca make her ready straight;

And be it moon, or sun, or what you please : And, if you will, tell what hath happened :: And if you please to call it a rush candle, Lucentio's father is arriv'd in Padua,

Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me. And how she's like to be Lucentio's wife.

Pet. I

it is the moon. Luc. I pray the gods she may, with all my heart ! Kath.

I know it is. Tra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone.

Pet. Nay, then you lie; it is the blessed sun. Signior Baptista, shall I lead the way?

Kath. Then, God be blessed, it is the blessed Welcome ! one mess is like to be your cheer; Come, sir; we'll better it in Pisa.

But sun it is not, when you say it is not ; Bap.

And the moon changes, even as your mind. [Errunt TraNIO, Pedant, and Baptista. What you will have it nam'd, even that it is ; Bion. Cambio.

And so it shall be so, for Katharine. Luc.

What say'st thou, Biondello? Ilor. Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is won. Bion. You saw my master wink and laugh upon Pet. Well, forward, forward : thus the bow' Luc. Biondello, what of that ?

And not unluckily against the bias. Bion. 'Faith nothing ; but he has left me here But soft; what company is coming here? behind, to expound the meaning or moral of his signs and tokens.

Enter VINCENTIO, in a travelling dress, Luc. I pray thee, moralize them.

Good morrow, gentle mistress : Where away? Bion. Then thus. Baptista is safe, talking with

[T. VINCENTIO. the deceiving father of a deceitful son.

Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too, Luc. And what of him ?

Hast thou beheld a fresher gentlewoman? Bion. His daughter is to be brought by you to

Such war of white and red within her cheeks!

What stars do spangle heaven with such beauty, Luc. And then ?

As those two eyes become that beavenly face? Bion. The old priest at Saint Luke's church is at Fair lovely maid, once more good day to thee: your command at all hours.

Sweet Kate, embrace lier for her beauty's sake. Luc. And what of all this?

Hor. 'A will make the man mad, to make a wo. Bion. I cannot tell : except they are busied

man of hiin,

say,

sun:

I follow you.

you ?

should run,

the supper:

mad :

Kath. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and Pet. What is his name? sweet,

Vin.

Lucentio, gentle s Whither away; or where is thy abode ?

Pet. Happily met; the happier for thy son. Happy the parents of so fair a child ;

And now by law, as well as reverend age, Happier the man, whom favourable stars

I may entitle thee

my loving father; Allot thee for his lovely bed-fellow!

The sister to my wife, this gentlewoman,
Pet. Why, how now, Kate! I hope thou art not Thy son by this hath married : Wonder not,

Nor be not griev'd; she is of good esteem,
This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither’d; Her dowry wealthy, and of worthy birth;
And not a maiden, as thou say'st he is.

Beside, so qualified as may beseem Kath. Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes, The spouse of any noble gentieman. That have been so bedazzled with the sun,

Let me embrace with old Vincentio : That every thing I look on seemeth green :

And wander we to see thy honest son, Now I perceive thou art a reverend father ; Who will of thy arrival be full joyous. Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad mistaking.

Vin. But is this true? or is it else your pleasure, Pet. Do, good old grandsire; and, withal, make | Like pleasant travellers, to break a jest known

Upon the company you overtake? Which way thou travellest: if along with us,

Hor. I do assure thee, father, so it is. We shall be joyful of thy company.

Pet. Come, go along, and see the truth hereof; Vin. Fair sir, - and you my merry mistress, For our first merriment hath made thee jealous. That with your strange encounter much amaz'd

[Ereunt PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, and me;

VINCENTIO. My name is callid — Vincentio : my dwelling Hor. Well, Petruchio, this hath put me in heart. Pisa;

Have to my widow ; and if she be forward, And bound I am to Padua ; there to visit

Then hast thou taught Hortensio to be untoward. A son of mine, which long I have not seen.

[Erit.

ACT V.

SCENE I. — Padua. Before Lucentio's House.

Pet. Nay, I told you, your son was beloved in

Padua. Do you hear, sir ? - to leave frivolous Enter on one side BIONDELLO, LUCENTIO, and circumstances, pray you, tell signior Lucentio, BIANCA : GREMIO walking on the other side. that his father is come from Pisa, and is here at the

door to speak with him. Bion. Softly and swiftly, sir; for the priest is

Ped. Thou liest ; his father is come from Pisa, ready.

and here looking out at the window. Luc. I fiy, Biondello: but they may chance to

Vin. Art thou his father? need thee at home, therefore leave us. Bion. Nay, faith, I'll see the church o'your lieve her.

Ped. Ay, sir; so his mother says, if I may beback; and then come back to my master as soon

Pet. Why, how now, gentleman! [To Vincen.) as I can. (Exeunt LUCENTIO, Blanca, and BioSpELLO. why, this is flat knavery, to take upon you another

man's name. Gre. I marvel Cambio comes not all this while.

Ped. Lay hands on the villain ; I believe, 'a Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, VINCENTIO, and means to cozen somebody in this city under my Attendants.

countenance. Pet. Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's house,

Re-enter BIONDELLO. My father's bears more toward the market-place; Bion. I have seen them in the church together ; Thither must I, and here I leave you, sir.

God send 'em good shipping ! But who is here? Vin. You shall not choose but drink before you mine old master, Vincentio? now we are undone, go;

and brought to nothing. I think, I shall command your welcome here,

Vin. Come hither, crack-hemp. And, by all likelihood, some cheer is toward.

(Seeing BIONDELLO. [Knocks. Bion. I hope, I may choose, sir. Gre. They're busy within, you were best knock Vin. Come, hither, you rogue; What, have you louder.

forgot me? Enter Pedant above, at a window.

Bion. Forgot you ? no, sir : I could not forget

you, for I never saw you before in all my life. Ped. What's he, that knocks as he would beat Vin. What, you notorious villain, didst thou down the gate?

never see thy master's father, Vincentio ? Vin. Is signior Lucentio within, sir ?

Bim. What, my old, worshipful old master ? yes, Ped. He's within, sir, but not to be spoken marry, sir ; see where he looks out of the window. withal.

Vin. Is't so, indeed ? [Beats BIONDELLO. Vin. What if a man bring him a hundred pound Bion. Help, help, help! here's a madman will or two, to make merry withal ?

murder me.

[Eru. Ped. Keep your hundred pounds to yourself; he Ped. Help, son! help, signior Baptista ! shall need none, so long as I live.

[Exit, from the window.

go to :

name:

Pei. Pr’ythee, Kate, let's stand aside, and see the Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio ? end of this controversy.

[They retire. Bian. Cambio is chang'd into Lucentia. Re-enter Pedant below; Baptista, TRANIO, and

Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's love Servants.

Made me exchange my state with Tranio,

While he did bear my countenance in the town Tra. Sir, what are you, that offer to beat my And happily I have arriv'd at last servant?

Unto the wished haven of my bliss : Vin. What am I, sir ? nay, what are you, sir?- What Tranio did, myself enforc'd him to; O immortal gods ? O fine villain! A silken doublet! | Then pardon him, sweet father, for my sake. a velvet hose! a scarlet cloak ! and a copatain hat! Vin. l'll slit the villain's nose, that would nave

- O, I am undone! I am undone! while I play the sent me to the gaol. good husband at home, my son and my servant Bap. But do you hear, sir? [TO LUCENTIO.] spend all at the university.

Have you married my daughter without asking my Tra. How now! what's the matter?

good-will? Bap. What, is the man lunatick ?

Vin. Fear not, Baptista; we will content you, Tra. Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman by your habit, but your words show you a madman : But I will in, to be revenged for this villainy! Why, sir, what concerns it you, if I wear pearl and

[Erit. gold? I thank my good father, I am able to main- Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this knavery. tain it.

[Erit. Vin. Thy father? O villain ! he is a sail-maker Luc. Look not pale, Bianca ; thy father will not in Bergamo.

frown.

[Exeunt Luc. and Bian. Bap. You mistake, sir ; you mistake, sir : Pray, Gre. My cake is dough: But I'll in among the rest; what do you think is his name?

Out of hope of all, but my share of the feast. Vin. Hlis name? as if I knew not his name: I

[Errit. have brought him up ever since he was three years old, and his name is - Tranio.

PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA advance. Ped. Away, away, mad ass ! his name is Lucen- Kath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end of tio ; and he is mine only son, and heir to the lands

this ado. of me, signior Vincentio.

Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will. Vin. Lucentio ! O, he hath murdered his mas- Kath. What, in the midst of the street ? ter! - Lay hold on him, I charge you, in the duke's Pet. What, art thou ashamed of me?

-0, my son, my son ! tell me, thou vil- Kath. No, sir; God forbid :--but ashamed to kisa. lain, where is my son, Lucentio?

Pet. Why, then, let's home again : Come, sirTra. Call forth an officer : [Enter one with an

rah, let's away: Officer. ] carry this mad knave to the gaol:-Father, Kath. Nay, I will give the

a kiss : now pray Baptista, I charge you see, that he be forthcoming.

thee, love, stay. Vin. Carry me to the gaol !

Pet. Is not this well ? - Come, my sweet Kate ; Gre. Stay, officer ; he shall not go to prison. Better once than never, for never too late. Bap. Talk not, signior Gremio ; I say, he shall

(Exeunt. go to prison.

Gre. Take heed, signior Baptista, lest you be SCENE II. A Room in Lucentio's House. coney-catched in this business; I dare swear, this

A Banquet set out. Enter BAPTISTA, VINCENTIO, is the right Vincentio.

GREMIO, the Pedant, LUCENTIO, BIANCA, PEPed. Swear, if thou darest.

TRUCHIO, KATHARINA, HORTENSIO, and Widow. Gre. Nay, I dare not swear it.

Tranio, BIONDELLO, Grumio, and others, atTra. Then thou wert best say, that I am not

tending. Lucentio. Gre. Yes, I know thee to be signior Lucentio.

Luc. At last, though long, our jarring notes agree. Bap. Away with the dotard; to the gaol with him.

And time it is, when raging war is done, Vin. Thus strangers may be haled and abus'd. To smile at 'scapes and perils overblown. ( monstrous villain !

My fair Bianca, bid my father welcome,

While I with self-same kindness welcome thine: Re-enter BIONDELLO, with LUCENTIO and Bianca.

Brother Petruchio, - sister Katharina, Bion. O, we are spoiled, and -Yonder he is ;

And thou, Hortensio, with thy loving wid ow,deny him, forswear him, or else we are all undone. Feast with the best, and welcome to my house; Luc. Pardon, sweet father.

[ K'neeling, My banquet is to close our stomachs up, Vin. Lives my sweetest son ?

After our great good cheer: Pray you, sit down ; [BIONDELLO, TRANIO, and Pedant run out. For now we sit to chat, as well as eat. Bian. Pardon, dear father. [K'neeling.

[ They sit at table. Bap.

How hast thou offended ? Pet. Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat! Where is Lucentio?

Bap. Padua affords this kindness, son Petruchio. Luc. Here's Lucentio,

Pet. Padua affords nothing but what is kind. Right son unto the right Vincentio;

Hor. Forbothiour sakes I would that word were true. That have by marriage made thy daughter mine, Pet. Now, for my life, Hortensio fears his widow While counterfeit supposes blear'd thine eyne.

l'id. Then never trust me if I be afeard. Gre. Here's packing, with a witness, to deceive Pet. You are sensible, and yet you miss my sense; us all!

I mean, Hortensio is afcard of you. Vin. Where is that damned villain, Tranio,

W'id. lle that is giddy, thinks the world tuse That fac'd and brav'd me in this matter so?

round.

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