_Vin._ Carry me to the gaol! _Gre._ Stay, officer: he shall not go to prison. _Bap._ Talk not, Signior Gremio: I say he shall go to 85 prison. _Gre._ Take heed, Signior Baptista, lest you be cony-catched in this business: I dare swear this is the right Vincentio. _Ped._ Swear, if thou darest. 90 _Gre._ Nay, I dare not swear it. _Tra._ Then thou wert best say that I am not Lucentio. _Gre._ Yes, I know thee to be Signior Lucentio. _Bap._ Away with the dotard! to the gaol with him! _Vin._ Thus strangers may be haled and abused: 95 O monstrous villain! _Re-enter_ BIONDELLO, _with_ LUCENTIO _and_ BIANCA. _Bion._ O, we are spoiled! and--yonder he is: deny him, forswear him, or else we are all undone. _Luc._ Pardon, sweet father. [_Kneeling._ _Vin._ Lives my sweet son? [_Exeunt Biondello, Tranio, and Pedant, as fast as may be._ _Bian._ Pardon, dear father. _Bap._ How hast thou offended? 100 Where is Lucentio? _Luc._ Here's Lucentio, Right son to the right Vincentio; That have by marriage made thy daughter mine, While counterfeit supposes blear'd thine eyne. _Gre._ Here's packing, with a witness, to deceive us all! 105 _Vin._ Where is that damned villain Tranio, That faced and braved me in this matter so? _Bap._ Why, tell me, is not this my Cambio? _Bian._ Cambio is changed into Lucentio. _Luc._ Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's love 110 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 enforced him to; 115 Then pardon him, sweet father, for my sake. _Vin._ I'll slit the villain's nose, that would have sent me to the gaol. _Bap._ But do you hear, sir? have you married my daughter without asking my good will? 120 _Vin._ Fear not, Baptista; we will content you, go to: but I will in, to be revenged for this villany. [_Exit._ _Bap._ And I, to sound the depth of this knavery. [_Exit._ _Luc._ Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not frown. [_Exeunt Lucentio and Bianca._ _Gre._ My cake is dough: but I'll in among the rest; 125 Out of hope of all, but my share of the feast. [_Exit._ _Kath._ Husband, let's follow, to see the end of this ado. _Pet._ First kiss me, Kate, and we will. _Kath._ What, in the midst of the street? _Pet._ What, art thou ashamed of me? 130 _Kath._ No, sir, God forbid; but ashamed to kiss. _Pet._ Why, then let's home again. Come, sirrah, let's away.