Act V. Scene
I.
Act V. Scene I.—Padua. Before
LUCENTIO'S House.
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,
And, by all likelihood, some cheer is toward.
[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 a 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 well beloved
in Padua. Do you hear, sir? To leave frivolous
circumstances, I pray you, tell Signior Lucen-
tio 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
Padua, and here looking out at the window.
Vin. Art thou his father?
Ped. Ay, sir; so his mother says, if I may
believe her.
Pet. [To VINCENTIO.] Why, how now, gentle-
man! 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 toge-
ther: God send 'em good shipping! But who is
here? mine old master, Vincentio! now we are
undone and brought to nothing.
Vin. [Seeing BIONDELLO.] Come hither, crack-
hemp.
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 the
window.
Vin. Is't so, indeed? [Beats BIONDELLO.
Bion. Help, help, help! here's a madman
will murder me. [Exit.
Ped. Help, son! help, Signior Baptista!
[Exit from the window.
Pet. Prithee, 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! 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 lunatic?
Tra. Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman
by your habit, but your words show you a mad-
man. Why, sir, what 'cerns 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.
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 Lu-
centio; 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. O 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 Bap-
tista, I charge you see that he be forthcoming.
Vin. Carry me to the gaol!
Gre. Stay, officer: he shall not go to prison.
Bap. Talk not, Signior Gremio: I say he shall
go to prison.
Gre. Take heed, Signior Baptista, lest you be
cony-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!
Vin. Thus strangers may be haled and abus-
ed: O monstrous villain!
Re-enter BIONDELLO, with LUCENTIO and
BIANCA.
Bion. O! we are spoiled; and yonder he is:
deny him, forswear him, or else we are all un-
done.
Luc. [Kneeling.] Pardon, sweet father.
Vin. Lives my sweetest son?
[BIONDELLO, TRANIO, and Pedant run out.
Bian. [Kneeling.] Pardon, dear father.
Bap. How hast thou offended?
Where is Lucentio?
Luc. Here's Lucentio,
Right son to the right Vincentio;
That have by marriage made thy daughter mine,
While counterfeit supposes blear'd thine eyne.
Gre. Here's packing, with a witness, to de-
ceive us all!
Vin. Where is that damned villain Tranio,
That fac'd and brav'd me in this matter so?
Bap. Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio?
Bian. Cambio is chang'd into Lucentio.
Luc. Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's
love
Made me exchange my state with Tranio,
While he did bear my countenance in the town;
And happily I have arriv'd at last
Unto the wished haven of my bliss.
What Tranio did, myself enforc'd him to;
Then pardon him, sweet father, for my sake.
Vin. I'll slit the villain's nose, that would
have sent me to the gaol.
Bap. [To LUCENTIO.] But do you hear, sir?
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 this
villany. [Exit.
Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this
knavery. [Exit.
Luc. Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will
not frown. [Exeunt LUCENTIO and BIANCA.
Gre. My cake is dough; but I'll in among
the rest,
Out of hope of all, but my share of the feast
[Exit.
PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA advance.
Kath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end
of this ado.
Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will.
Kath. What! in the midst of the street?
Pet. What! art thou ashamed of me?
Kath. No, sir. God forbid; but ashamed to
kiss.
Pet. Why, then let's home again. Come, sir-
rah, let's away.
Kath. 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.
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