1    Softly and swiftly, sir; for the priest is ready.

2    I fly, Biondello: but they may chance to need thee
3    at home; therefore leave us.

4    Nay, faith, I'll see the church o' your back; and
5    then come back to my master's as soon as I can.

6    I marvel Cambio comes not all this while.

7    Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's house:
8    My father's bears more toward the market-place;
9    Thither must I, and here I leave you, sir.

10   You shall not choose but drink before you go:
11   I think I shall command your welcome here,
12   And, by all likelihood, some cheer is toward.

13   They're busy within; you were best knock louder.

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

15   Is Signior Lucentio within, sir?

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

17   What if a man bring him a hundred pound or two, to
18   make merry withal?

19   Keep your hundred pounds to yourself: he shall
20   need none, so long as I live.

21   Nay, I told you your son was well beloved in Padua.
22   Do you hear, sir? To leave frivolous circumstances,
23   I pray you, tell Signior Lucentio that his father is
24   come from Pisa, and is here at the door to speak with him.

25   Thou liest: his father is come from Padua and here
26   looking out at the window.

27   Art thou his father?

28   Ay, sir; so his mother says, if I may believe her.

To VINCENTIO
29    Why, how now, gentleman! why, this
30   is flat knavery, to take upon you another man's name.

31   Lay hands on the villain: I believe a' means to
32   cozen somebody in this city under my countenance.

33   I have seen them in the church together: God send
34   'em good shipping! But who is here? mine old
35   master Vincentio! now we are undone and brought to nothing.

Seeing BIONDELLO
36   Come hither, crack-hemp.

37   Hope I may choose, sir.

38   Come hither, you rogue. What, have you forgot me?

39   Forgot you! no, sir: I could not forget you, for I
40   never saw you before in all my life.

41   What, you notorious villain, didst thou never see
42   thy master's father, Vincentio?

43   What, my old worshipful old master? yes, marry, sir:
44   see where he looks out of the window.

45   Is't so, indeed.

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

47   Help, son! help, Signior Baptista!

48   Prithee, Kate, let's stand aside and see the end of
49   this controversy.

50   Sir, what are you that offer to beat my servant?

51   What am I, sir! nay, what are you, sir? O immortal
52   gods! O fine villain! A silken doublet! a velvet
53   hose! a scarlet cloak! and a copatain hat! O, I
54   am undone! I am undone! while I play the good
55   husband at home, my son and my servant spend all at
56   the university.

57   How now! what's the matter?

58   What, is the man lunatic?

59   Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman by your
60   habit, but your words show you a madman. Why, sir,
61   what 'cerns it you if I wear pearl and gold? I
62   thank my good father, I am able to maintain it.

63   Thy father! O villain! he is a sailmaker in Bergamo.

64   You mistake, sir, you mistake, sir. Pray, what do
65   you think is his name?

66   His name! as if I knew not his name: I have brought
67   him up ever since he was three years old, and his
68   name is Tranio.

69   Away, away, mad ass! his name is Lucentio and he is
70   mine only son, and heir to the lands of me, Signior Vincentio.

71   Lucentio! O, he hath murdered his master! Lay hold
72   on him, I charge you, in the duke's name. O, my
73   son, my son! Tell me, thou villain, where is my son Lucentio?

74   Call forth an officer.
Enter one with an Officer
75   Carry this mad knave to the gaol. Father Baptista,
76   I charge you see that he be forthcoming.

77   Carry me to the gaol!

78   Stay, officer: he shall not go to prison.

79   Talk not, Signior Gremio: I say he shall go to prison.

80   Take heed, Signior Baptista, lest you be
81   cony-catched in this business: I dare swear this
82   is the right Vincentio.

83   Swear, if thou darest.

84   Nay, I dare not swear it.

85   Then thou wert best say that I am not Lucentio.

86   Yes, I know thee to be Signior Lucentio.

87   Away with the dotard! to the gaol with him!

88   Thus strangers may be hailed and abused: O
89   monstrous villain!

90   O! we are spoiled and--yonder he is: deny him,
91   forswear him, or else we are all undone.

Kneeling
92    Pardon, sweet father.

93   Lives my sweet son?

94   Pardon, dear father.

95   How hast thou offended?
96   Where is Lucentio?

97   Here's Lucentio,
98   Right son to the right Vincentio;
99   That have by marriage made thy daughter mine,
100  While counterfeit supposes bleared thine eyne.

101  Here's packing, with a witness to deceive us all!

102  Where is that damned villain Tranio,
103  That faced and braved me in this matter so?

104  Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio?

105  Cambio is changed into Lucentio.

106  Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's love
107  Made me exchange my state with Tranio,
108  While he did bear my countenance in the town;
109  And happily I have arrived at the last
110  Unto the wished haven of my bliss.
111  What Tranio did, myself enforced him to;
112  Then pardon him, sweet father, for my sake.

113  I'll slit the villain's nose, that would have sent
114  me to the gaol.

115  But do you hear, sir? have you married my daughter
116  without asking my good will?

117  Fear not, Baptista; we will content you, go to: but
118  I will in, to be revenged for this villany.

119  And I, to sound the depth of this knavery.

120  Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not frown.

121  My cake is dough; but I'll in among the rest,
122  Out of hope of all, but my share of the feast.

123  Husband, let's follow, to see the end of this ado.

124  First kiss me, Kate, and we will.

125  What, in the midst of the street?

126  What, art thou ashamed of me?

127  No, sir, God forbid; but ashamed to kiss.

128  Why, then let's home again. Come, sirrah, let's away.

129  Nay, I will give thee a kiss: now pray thee, love, stay.

130  Is not this well? Come, my sweet Kate:
131  Better once than never, for never too late.