The Taming of the Shrew
Act V, Scene 1
Padua. Before Lucentio’s house.
- Enter Biondello, Lucentio, and Bianca; Gremio is out before.
- Softly and swiftly, sir, for the priest is ready.
Lucentio2 - 3
- I fly, Biondello; but they may chance to need thee at home,
- therefore leave us.
Biondello4 - 5
- Nay, faith, I’ll see the church a’ your back, and then come
- back to my master’s as soon as I can.
- Exeunt Lucentio, Bianca, and Biondello.
- I marvel Cambio comes not all this while.
- Enter Petruchio, Kate, Vincentio, Grumio, with Attendants.
Petruchio7 - 9
- 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.
Vincentio10 - 12
- 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.
- They’re busy within, you were best knock louder.
- Pedant looks out of the window.
- What’s he that knocks as he would beat down the gate?
- Is Signior Lucentio within, sir?
- He’s within, sir, but not to be spoken withal.
Vincentio17 - 18
- What if a man bring him a hundred pound or two, to make
- merry withal?
Pedant19 - 20
- Keep your hundred pounds to yourself, he shall need none so
- long as I live.
Petruchio21 - 24
- Nay, I told you your son was well 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.
Pedant25 - 26
- Thou liest, his father is come from Padua and here looking
- out at the window.
- Art thou his father?
- Ay, sir, so his mother says, if I may believe her.
Petruchio29 - 30
- To Vincentio.
- Why, how now, gentleman? Why, this is flat knavery, to take
- upon you another man’s name.
Pedant31 - 32
- Lay hands on the villain. I believe ’a means to cozen
- somebody in this city under my countenance.
- Enter Biondello.
Biondello33 - 35
- 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.
- Seeing Biondello.
- Come hither, crack-hemp.
- I hope I may choose, sir.
- Come hither, you rogue. What, have you forgot me?
Biondello39 - 40
- Forgot you? No, sir. I could not forget you, for I never saw
- you before in all my life.
Vincentio41 - 42
- What, you notorious villain, didst thou never see thy
- master’s father, Vincentio?
Biondello43 - 44
- What, my old worshipful old master? Yes, marry, sir—see
- where he looks out of the window.
- Is’t so indeed?
- He beats Biondello.
- Help, help, help! Here’s a madman will murder me.
- Help, son! Help, Signior Baptista!
- Exit above.
Petruchio48 - 49
- Prithee, Kate, let’s stand aside and see the end of this
- They retire.
- Enter Pedant below with Servants, Baptista, Tranio as
- Sir, what are you that offer to beat my servant?
Vincentio51 - 55
- 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.
- How now, what’s the matter?
- What, is the man lunatic?
Tranio58 - 61
- 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.
- Thy father! O villain, he is a sailmaker in Bergamo.
Baptista63 - 64
- You mistake, sir, you mistake, sir. Pray what do you think
- is his name?
Vincentio65 - 66
- 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.
Pedant67 - 68
- Away, away, mad ass, his name is Lucentio, and he is mine
- only son, and heir to the lands of me, Signior Vincentio.
Vincentio69 - 71
- Lucentio! O, he hath murd’red 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?
Tranio72 - 74
- Call forth an officer.
- Exit Servant, who returns with an Officer.
- Carry this mad knave to the jail. Father Baptista, I charge
- you see that he be forthcoming.
- Carry me to the jail?
- Stay, officer, he shall not go to prison.
- Talk not, Signior Gremio; I say he shall go to prison.
Gremio78 - 79
- Take heed, Signior Baptista, lest you be cony-catch’d in
- this business. I dare swear this is the right Vincentio.
- Swear if thou dar’st.
- Nay, I dare not swear it.
- Then thou wert best say that I am not Lucentio.
- Yes, I know thee to be Signior Lucentio.
- Away with the dotard, to the jail with him!
- Enter Biondello, Lucentio, and Bianca.
- Thus strangers may be hal’d and abus’d. O monstrous villain!
Biondello86 - 87
- O, we are spoil’d and—yonder he is. Deny him, forswear him,
- or else we are all undone.
- Exeunt Biondello, Tranio, and Pedant as fast as may be.
- Pardon, sweet father.
- Lives my sweet son?
- Pardon, dear father.
Baptista91 - 92
- How hast thou offended?
- Where is Lucentio?
Lucentio93 - 96
- Here’s Lucentio,
- Right son to the right Vincentio,
- That have by marriage made thy daughter mine,
- While counterfeit supposes blear’d thine eyne.
- Here’s packing, with a witness, to deceive us all!
Vincentio98 - 99
- Where is that damned villain Tranio,
- That fac’d and braved me in this matter so?
- Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio?
- Cambio is chang’d into Lucentio.
Lucentio102 - 108
- 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 arrived 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.
Vincentio109 - 110
- I’ll slit the villain’s nose, that would have sent me to the
Baptista111 - 112
- But do you hear, sir? Have you married my daughter without
- asking my good will?
Vincentio113 - 114
- Fear not, Baptista, we will content you, go to; but I will
- in to be reveng’d for this villainy.
- And I, to sound the depth of this knavery.
- Look not pale, Bianca, thy father will not frown.
- Exeunt Lucentio and Bianca.
Gremio117 - 118
- My cake is dough, but I’ll in among the rest,
- Out of hope of all but my share of the feast.
- Husband, let’s follow, to see the end of this ado.
- First kiss me, Kate, and we will.
- What, in the midst of the street?
- What, art thou asham’d of me?
- No, sir, God forbid, but asham’d to kiss.
- Why then let’s home again. Come, sirrah, let’s away.
- Nay, I will give thee a kiss; now pray thee, love, stay.
Petruchio126 - 127
- Is not this well? Come, my sweet Kate:
- Better once than never, for never too late.