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The Taming of the Shrew

Act V, Scene 1

Padua. Before LUCENTIO'S house.
 
[GREMIO discovered. Enter behind BIONDELLO, LUCENTIO, and BIANCA]
 
BIONDELLO
Softly and swiftly, sir; for the priest is ready.
 
LUCENTIO
I fly, Biondello: but they may chance to need thee at home; therefore leave us.
 
BIONDELLO
Nay, faith, I'll see the church o' your back; and then come back to my master's as soon as I can.
 
[Exeunt LUCENTIO, BIANCA, and BIONDELLO]
 
GREMIO
         ,       ,   2    ,          ,           ,
      I mar|vel Cam|bio comes | not all | this while.
 
[Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHERINA, VINCENTIO, GRUMIO, with Attendants]
 
PETRUCHIO
            ,            ,      ,          ,    2     ,
      Sir here's | the door,| this is | Lucen|tio's house:
          ,          ,       ,                ,        ,
      My fa|ther's bears | more toward | the mar|ket-place;
       ,             ,         ,        ,          ,
      Thither | must I,| and here | I leave | you sir.
 
VINCENTIO
            ,            ,           ,         ,         ,
5     You shall | not choose | but drink | before | you go:
          ,         ,          ,          ,         ,
      I think | I shall | command | your wel|come here,
           ,         ,      ,           ,           ,
      And by | all like|lihood | some cheer | is toward.
 
[Knocks]
 
GREMIO
               ,         ,    ,           ,            ,
      They're bu|sy within;| you were | best knock | louder.
 
[Pedant looks out of the window]
 
PEDANT
              ,           ,          2          ,    ,          ,
      What's he | that knocks | as he would / beat down | the gate?
 
VINCENTIO
        2     ,       ,    ,       ,
10    Is Signior | Lucen|tio | within | sir?
 
PEDANT
      <-  ,         ,     ,          ,    2      ,            ,
        He's || within | sir, but | not to be | spoken | withal.
 
VINCENTIO
What if a man bring him a hundred pound or two, to make merry withal?
 
PEDANT
Keep your hundred pounds to yourself: he shall need none, so long as I live.
 
PETRUCHIO
Nay, I told you your son was well beloved 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.
 
PEDANT
Thou liest: his father is come from Padua and here looking out at the window.
 
VINCENTIO
Art thou his father?
 
PEDANT
Aye sir, so his mother says, if I may believe her.
 
PETRUCHIO [To VINCENTIO]
Why, how now, gentleman: why this is flat knavery to take upon you another man's name.
 
PEDANT
Lay hands on the villain, I believe he means to cozen somebody in this city under my countenance.
 
[Re-enter BIONDELLO]
 
BIONDELLO
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.
 
VINCENTIO
Come hither crack-hemp.
 
BIONDELLO
Hope I may choose, sir.
 
VINCENTIO
Come hither you rogue, what have you forgot me?
 
BIONDELLO
Forgot you, no sir: I could not forget you, for I never saw you before in all my life.
 
VINCENTIO
What, you notorious villain, didst thou never see thy master's father, Vincentio?
 
BIONDELLO
What, my old worshipful old master? yes, marry, sir: see where he looks out of the window.
 
VINCENTIO
Is it so, indeed.
 
[Beats BIONDELLO]
 
BIONDELLO
Help, help, help! here's a madman will murder me.
 
[Exit]
 
PEDANT
Help, son! help, Signior Baptista!
 
[Exit from above]
 
PETRUCHIO
Prithee, Kate, let's stand aside and see the end of this controversy.
 
[They retire. Re-enter Pedant below; TRANIO, BAPTISTA, and Servants]
 
TRANIO
Sir, what are you that offer to beat my servant?
 
VINCENTIO
What am I sir: nay what are you sir: oh immortal goddess: oh fine villain, a silken doublet, a velvet hose, a scarlet cloak, and a copatain hat: oh I am undone, I am undone: while I play the good husband at home, my son and my servant spend all at the university.
 
TRANIO
How now, what's the matter?
 
BAPTISTA
What is the man lunatic?
 
TRANIO
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.
 
VINCENTIO
Thy father: oh villain, he is a sailmaker in Bergamo.
 
BAPTISTA
You mistake sir, you mistake sir, pray, what do you think is his name?
 
VINCENTIO
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.
 
PEDANT
Away, away mad ass, his name is Lucentio and he is mine only son and heir to the lands of me Signior Vincentio.
 
VINCENTIO
Lucentio: oh he hath murdered his master; lay hold on him I charge you in the duke's name: oh my son, my son: Tell me thou villain, where is my son Lucentio?
 
TRANIO
Call forth an officer: carry this mad knave to the jail. Father Baptista, I charge you see that he be forthcoming.
 
VINCENTIO
Carry me to the jail?
 
GREMIO
Stay officer, he shall not go to prison.
 
BAPTISTA
Talk not Signior Gremio: I say he shall go to prison.
 
GREMIO
Take heed Signior Baptista, lest you be cony-catched in this business: I dare swear this is the right Vincentio.
 
PEDANT
Swear if thou darst.
 
GREMIO
Nay, I dare not swear it.
 
TRANIO
Then thou wert best say that I am not Lucentio.
 
GREMIO
Yes, I know thee to be Signior Lucentio.
 
BAPTISTA
Away with the dotard, to the jail with him.
 
VINCENTIO
Thus strangers may be hailed and abused: O monstrous villain.
 
[Re-enter BIONDELLO, with LUCENTIO and BIANCA]
 
BIONDELLO
Oh we are spoiled, and yonder he is: deny him, forswear him, or else we are all undone.
 
LUCENTIO [Kneeling]
Pardon sweet father.
 
VINCENTIO
Lives my sweet son?
 
[Exeunt BIONDELLO, TRANIO, and Pedant, as fast as may be]
 
BIANCA
       ,              ,
      Pardon,| dear* fa|ther.
 
BAPTISTA
                              ,           ,       ,       ->
                             How | hast thou | offen||ded?
        ,       2   ,   2
      Where | is Lucen|tio?
 
LUCENTIO
                              ,         ,    ,
15                          Here's | Lucen|tio,
        ,    ,               ,        ,    _
      Right son / to the | right Vin|centi|o;
             ,        ,          ,          ,         ,
      That have | by mar|riage made | thy daugh|ter mine,
              ,       ,        ,        ,              ,
      While coun|terfeit | suppo|ses bleared | thine^eyne.
 
GREMIO
               ,     3    3   ,        ,       ,         ,
      Here's pack|ing with a wit|ness to | deceive | us all!
 
VINCENTIO
        ,               ,      ,        ,    ,
20    Where is | that damn|ed vil|lain Tra|nio,
             ,            ,         ,         ,       ,
      That faced | and braved | me in | this mat|ter so?
 
BAPTISTA
            ,         ,         ,        ,    ,
      Why tell | me, is | not this | my Cam|bio?
 
BIANCA
       ,  2          ,         ,      ,    ,
      Cambio | is changed | into | Lucen|tio.
 
LUCENTIO
        ,                   ,     ,       ,        ,
      Love wrought | these mir|acles.| Bian|ca's love
        ,            ,          ,           ,    ,
25    Made me | exchange | my state | with Tra|nio,
             ,         ,         ,     2     ,         ,
      While he | did bear | my coun|tenance in | the town;
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      And hap|pily | I have | arrived | at the last
         ,         ,      ,      ,        ,
      Unto | the wish|ed ha|ven of | my bliss.
            ,   2   ,        ,         ,          ,
      What Tra|nio did,| myself | enforced | him to;
            ,       ,           ,             ,   ,
30    Then par|don him | sweet fa|ther for / my sake.
 
VINCENTIO
I'll slit the villain's nose, that would have sent me to the jail.
 
BAPTISTA
But do you hear, sir? have you married my daughter without asking my good will?
 
VINCENTIO
Fear not, Baptista; we will content you, go to: but I will in, to be revenged for this villany.
 
[Exit]
 
BAPTISTA
          ,        ,           ,       2      ,    2
      And I | to sound | the depth | of this kna|very.
 
[Exit]
 
LUCENTIO
      <-  ,           ,     x            ,        ,          ,
        Look || not pale | Bianca,| thy fa|ther will | not frown.
 
[Exeunt LUCENTIO and BIANCA]
 
GREMIO
           ,         ,        2      ,      ,          ,
      My cake | is dough;| but I'll in | among | the rest,
       ,         ,        ,              ,       2      ,
      Out of | hope of | all, but | my share | of the feast.
 
[Exit]
 
KATHERINE
Husband let's follow, to see the end of this ado.
 
PETRUCHIO
First kiss me Kate, and we will.
 
KATHERINE
What in the midst of the street?
 
PETRUCHIO
What art thou ashamed of me?
 
KATHERINE
No sir, God forbid, but ashamed to kiss.
 
PETRUCHIO
Why then let's home again. Come sirrah let's away.
 
KATHERINE
Nay, I will give thee a kiss: now pray thee love stay.
 
PETRUCHIO
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35    Is not | this well?| Come my | sweet | Kate:
       ,         ,          ,           ,    2      ,
      Better | once than | never,| for ne|ver too late.
 
[Exeunt]

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