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How hast thou offended?
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Where is Lucentio?
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LUCENTIO:
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Here's Lucentio,
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Right son to the right Vincentio;
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That have by marriage made thy daughter mine,
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While counterfeit supposes bleared thine eyne.
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GREMIO:
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Here's packing, with a witness to deceive us all!
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VINCENTIO:
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Where is that damned villain Tranio,
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That faced and braved me in this matter so?
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BAPTISTA:
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Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio?
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BIANCA:
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Cambio is changed into Lucentio.
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LUCENTIO:
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Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's love
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Made me exchange my state with Tranio,
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While he did bear my countenance in the town;
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And happily I have arrived at the last
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Unto the wished haven of my bliss.
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What Tranio did, myself enforced him to;
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Then pardon him, sweet father, for my sake.
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VINCENTIO:
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I'll slit the villain's nose, that would have sent
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me to the gaol.
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BAPTISTA:
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But do you hear, sir? have you married my daughter
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without asking my good will?
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VINCENTIO:
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Fear not, Baptista; we will content you, go to: but
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I will in, to be revenged for this villany.
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BAPTISTA:
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And I, to sound the depth of this knavery.
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LUCENTIO:
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Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not frown.
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GREMIO:
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My cake is dough; but I'll in among the rest,
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Out of hope of all, but my share of the feast.
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KATHARINA:
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Husband, let's follow, to see the end of this ado.
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PETRUCHIO:
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First kiss me, Kate, and we will.
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KATHARINA:
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What, in the midst of the street?
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PETRUCHIO:
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What, art thou ashamed of me?
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KATHARINA:
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No, sir, God forbid; but ashamed to kiss.
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PETRUCHIO:
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Why, then let's home again. Come, sirrah, let's away.
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KATHARINA:
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Nay, I will give thee a kiss: now pray thee, love, stay.
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PETRUCHIO:
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Is not this well? Come, my sweet Kate:
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Better once than never, for never too late.
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LUCENTIO:
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At last, though long, our jarring notes agree:
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And time it is, when raging war is done,
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To smile at scapes and perils overblown.
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My fair Bianca, bid my father welcome,
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While I with self-same kindness welcome thine.
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Brother Petruchio, sister Katharina,
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And thou, Hortensio, with thy loving widow,
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Feast with the best, and welcome to my house:
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My banquet is to close our stomachs up,
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After our great good cheer. Pray you, sit down;
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For now we sit to chat as well as eat.
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PETRUCHIO:
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Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat!
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BAPTISTA:
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Padua affords this kindness, son Petruchio.
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PETRUCHIO:
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Padua affords nothing but what is kind.
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