That have been so bedazzled with the sun, Pet. Do, good old grandsire; and, withal, make known Which way thou travellest: if along with us, Vin. Fair sir,-and you my merry mistress,— That with your strange encounter much amaz'd me; My name is call'd-Vincentio; my dwelling-Pisa; And bound I am to Padua; there to visit A son of mine, which long I have not seen. Vin. Lucentio, gentle sir. Pet. Happily met; the happier for thy son. Vin. But is this true? or is it else your pleasure, Like pleasant travellers, to break a jest Upon the company you overtake? Hor. I do assure thee, father, so it is. Pet. Come, go along, and see the truth hereof; For our first merriment hath made thee jealous. [Exeunt Petruchio, Katharina, and Vincentio. Hor. Well, Petruchio, this hath put me in heart. Have to my widow; and if she be froward, Then hast thou taught Hortensio to be untoward. ACT V SCENE I. Padua. Before Lucentio's House. [Exit. Enter on one side BIONDELLO, LUCENTIO, and BIANCA; GREMIO walking on the other side. 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. [Exeunt Lucentio, Bianca, and Biondello. Gre. I marvel, Cambio comes not all this while. Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, VINCENTIO, and Attendants. Pet. Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's house, My father's bears more toward the market-place; Thither must I, and here I leave you, sir. Vin. You shall not choose but drink before you go; I think, I shall command your welcome here, [Knocks. Gre. They're busy within, you were best knock louder. 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 an hundred pound or two, to make merry withal. Ped. Keep your hundred pounds to yourself; he shall need none, so long as I live. Pet. Nay, I told you, your son was belov'd in Padua. Do you hear, sir?-to leave frivolous circumstances, 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, her. if I may believe Pet. Why, how now, gentlemen! [To Vincen.] why, this is flat knavery, to take upon you another man's name. Ped. Lay hands on the villain; I believe, 'a means to cozen somebody in this city under my countenance Re-enter BIONDELLO. Bion. I have seen them in the church together; God send 'em good shipping!-But who is here? mine old master, Vincentio? now we are undone and brought to nothing. Vin. Come hither, crack-hemp. [Seeing Biondello. Bion. I hope I may choose, sir. Vin. Come hither, you rogue; What, have you forgot me? 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 window. Vin. Is't so, indeed? [Beats Biondello. Bion. Help, help, help! here's a mad-man 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 61! 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! |