+Aur.+ No, lady, a gentleman I assure you, and Suppos'd the slain Aurelio. [_Discovers himself._ +Moc.+ A plot, a plot upon me! I'll revoke it all. +Lio.+ Nay, that you cannot, now you have confirm'd it. +Moc.+ Am I then cheated? I'll go home and die, To avoid shame, not live in infamy. +Lio.+ What says the villain bravo for himself? +Bravo.+ The bravo, sir, is honest, and his father. +Aur.+ My father! bless me, how comes this about? +Bravo.+ That virtuous maid, whom I must always honour, Acquainted me with that old lecher's drift: I, to prevent the ruin of my son, Conceal'd from all, proffer'd my service to him In this disguise. +Lio.+ 'Twas a wise and pious deed. _Enter +Petrucio+, +Angelia+, and +Gasparo+._ +Pet.+ Room for the duke's kindred. +Lio.+ What, you are married, I perceive. +Pet.+ I am, royal brother. +Lio.+ Then, for your better learning in our service, Take these instructions. Never hereafter Contemn a man that has more wit than yourself, Or foolishly conceive no lady's merit Or beauty worthy your affection. +Pet.+ How's this? +Lio.+ Truth, my most honour'd brother, you are gull'd; So is my reverend uncle the Antiquary; So are you all. For he that you conceiv'd The duke, is your friend and Lionel; Look you else. +Pet.+ 'Tis so. +Gas.+ 'Tis too apparent true. +Lio.+ What, all drunk! Speak, uncle. +Ant.+ Thou art my nephew, And thou hast wit; 'tis fit thou should'st have land too. Tell me no more, how thou hast cheated me, I do perceive it, and forgive thee for 't; Thou shalt have all I have, and I'll be wiser. +Lio.+ I thank you, sir. Brother Petrucio, This to your comfort; that is my sister, Whom formerly you did abuse in love, And you may be glad your lot is no worse. +Pet.+ I am contented; I'll give a good wit Leave to abuse me at any time. +Lor.+ When he cannot help it. +Gas.+ This 'tis To be so politic and ambitious, son. +Pet.+ Nay, father, do not you aggravate it too. +Lor.+ Well, signor, You must pardon me, if I bid joy to you; My daughter was not good enough for you. +Pet.+ You are tyrannous. _Enter +Leonardo+._ +Leo.+ Save you, gallants. +Lio.+ You are very welcome. +Leo.+ I come in quest of our noble duke, Who from his court has stol'n out privately, And 'tis reported he is here. +Lio.+ No indeed, sir, He is not here. 'Slight, we shall be question'd For counterfeiting his person. +Duke.+ Be not dismay'd, I am the duke. +Leo.+ My lord!