Act 5, Scene I

SCENE I. 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
I marvel Cambio comes not all this while.

Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, VINCENTIO, GRUMIO, with 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.

Pedant looks out of the 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
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