Act V, Scene i:
Padua. Before LUCENTIO'S house.

[Enter on one side BIONDELLO, LUCENTIO, and BIANCA; GREMIOwalking on other side.]

BIONDELLO:

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

LUCENTIO:

I fly, Biondello; but they may chance to need the 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:

I marvel Cambio comes not all this while.

[Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHERINA, VINCENTIO, and ATTENDANTS.]

PETRUCHIO:

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.

VINCENTIO:

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.]

GREMIO:

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

[Enter PEDANT above, at a window.]

PEDANT:

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

VINCENTIO:

Is Signior Lucentio within, sir?

PEDANT:

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:

Ay, 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 'a 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:

[Seeing BIONDELLO.] Come hither, crack-hemp.

BIONDELLO:

I 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't so, indeed?

[He beats BIONDELLO.]

BIONDELLO:

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

[Exit.]

PEDANT:

Help, son! help, Signior Baptista!

[Exit from the window.]

PETRUCHIO:

Prithee, Kate, let's stand aside and see the end of this

controversy.

[They retire.]

[Re-enter PEDANT below; BAPTISTA, TRANIO, and SERVANTS.]

TRANIO:

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

VINCENTIO:

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.

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 'cerns it you if I

wear pearl and gold? I thank my good father, I am able to

maintain it.

VINCENTIO:

Thy father! O 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 Vicentio.

VINCENTIO:

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?

TRANIO:

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.

VINCENTIO:

Carry me to the gaol!

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 darest.

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 gaol with him!

VINCENTIO:

Thus strangers may be haled and abus'd: O monstrous

villain!

[Re-enter BIONDELLO, with LUCENTIO and BIANCA.]

BIONDELLO:

O! 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 sweetest son?

[BIONDELLO, TRANIO, and PEDANT, run out.]

BIANCA:

[Kneeling.] Pardon, dear father.

BAPTISTA:

How hast thou offended?

Where is Lucentio?

LUCENTIO:

Here's Lucentio,

Right son to the right Vincentio;

That have by marriage made thy daughter mine,

While counterfeit supposes blear'd thine eyne.

GREMIO:

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

VINCENTIO:

Where is that damned villain, Tranio,

That fac'd and brav'd me in this matter so?

BAPTISTA:

Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio?

BIANCA:

Cambio is chang'd into Lucentio.

LUCENTIO:

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 the last

Unto the wished haven of my bliss.

What Tranio did, myself enforc'd him to;

Then pardon him, sweet father, for my sake.

VINCENTIO:

I'll slit the villain's nose that would have sent me to

the gaol.

BAPTISTA:

[To LUCENTIO.] 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 villainy.

[Exit.]

BAPTISTA:

And I to sound the depth of this knavery.

[Exit.]

LUCENTIO:

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

[Exeunt LUCENTIO and BIANCA.]

GREMIO:

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 KATHERINA advance.]

KATHERINA:

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

PETRUCHIO:

First kiss me, Kate, and we will.

KATHERINA:

What! in the midst of the street?

PETRUCHIO:

What! art thou ashamed of me?

KATHERINA:

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

PETRUCHIO:

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

KATHERINA:

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

PETRUCHIO:

Is not this well? Come, my sweet Kate:

Better once than never, for never too late.

[Exeunt.]