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Was it not, to refresh the mind of man,
A re, to plead Hortensio's passion; After his studies, or his usual pain?
B mi, Bianca, take him for thy lord, Then give me leave to read philosophy,
C laut, that loves with all affection ; And, while I pause, serve in your harmony. D sol re, one cliff, two notes have I ; Hor. Sirrah, I will not bear these braves of thine. E la mi, show pily, or I die.
Bian. Why, gentlemen, you do me double wrong, Call you this--gamut? tut! I like it not:
To change true rules for odd inventions.
Serv. Mistress, your father prays you leave your Take you your instrument, play you the whiles;
books, His lecture will be done ere you have tun'd. Hor. You'll leave his lecture when I am in tune ? You know, to-morrow is the wedding-day.
And help to dress your sister's chamber up; [To Bianca.-Hortensio retires.
Bian. Farewell, sweet masters, both; I must be Luc. That will be never ;--tune your instrument. Bian. Where left we last ?
(Ertunt Bianca and Servant. Luc. Here, madam :
Luc. 'Faith, mistress, then I have no cause to stav.
(Exit. Hac ibat Simois ; hic est Sigeia tellus ;
Hor. But I have cause to pry into this pedant; Hic steterat Priami regia celsa senis.
Methinks he looks as though he were in love :Bian. Construe them. Luc. Hac ibat, as I told you before. ---Simois, I To cast thy wand'ring eyes on every stale,
Yet if thy thoughts, Bianca, be so humble, am Lucentio,-hic est, son unto Vincentio of Pisa, Seize thee, that list: Tronce I find thee ranging,
Sigeia tellus, disguised thus to get your love ;- Hortensio'will be quit with thee by changing: Hic steterat, and that Lucentio that comes a wooing, -Priami, is my man Tranio,-regia, bearing
(Exit. my port,-celsa senis, that we might beguile the SCENE II. - The same. Before Baptista's house. old pantaloon.
Enter Baptista, Gremio, Tranio, Katharina, BiHor. Madam, my instrument's in tune.
anca, Lucentio, and attendants.
(Returning. Bian. Let's hear;
Bap. Signior Lucentio, [To Tranio.] this is the O fie! the treble jars.
'pointed day Luc. Spit in the hole, man, and tune again.
That Katharine and Petruchio should be married, Bian. Now let me see if I can construe it: Hac And yet we hear not of our son-in-law : ibat Simois, I know you not ; hic est Sigeia tellus, What will be said ? what mockery will it be, I trust you not,-Hic steleral Priami, take heed he To want the bridegroom, when the priest attends hear us not ;—regia, presume not;-celsa senis, To speak the ceremonial rites of marriage ? despair not.
What says Lucentio to this shame of ours? Hor. Madam, 'tis now in tune.
Kath. No shame but mine: I must, forsooth, be Luc.
All but the base.
forcod Hor. The base is right; 'tis the base knave thai To give my hand, oppos’d against my heart, jars.
Unto a mad-brain'd rudesby, full of spleen ; How fiery and forward our pedant is!
Who woo'd in haste, and means to wcd at leisure. Now, for my life, the knave doth court my love:
I told you, I, he was a frantic fool, Pedascule, 3 I'll watch you better yet.
Hiding his bitter jests in blunt behaviour:
And, to be noted for a merry man,
He'll woo a thousand, 'point the day of marriage, Was Ajax,-call'd so from his grandfather.
Make friends, invite, yes, and proclaim the banns ; Bian. I must believe my master ; else, I promise Yet never means to wed where he hath wood.
Now must the world point at poor Katharine, you, I should be arguing still upon that doubt:
And say,-Lo, there is mad Petruchio's wife, But let it rest.-Now, Licio, to you :-
If it would please him come and marry her. Good masters, take it not unkindly, pray,,
Tra. Patience, good Katharine, and Baptista That I have been thus pleasant with you both. Hor. You may go walk, [To Lucentio.] and Unon my life, Petruchio means but well,
Whatever fortune stars hirn from his word : give me leave a while ; My lessons make no music in three parts.
Though he be blunt, I know him passing wise ;
Though he be morry, yet withal he's honest.
Kath. 'Woud Katharine had never seen him
though! Our fine musician groweth amorous. [Aside. Hor. Madam, before you touch the instrument,
[Exil, weepins, followed by Bianca, and others. To learn the order of my fingering,
Bap. Go, girl ; I cannot blame thee now to weep; I must begin with rudiments of art ;
For such an injury would vex a saint, To teach you gamut in a briefer sort,
Much more a shrew of thy impatient humour. More pleasant, pithy, and effectual,
Bion. Master, master! news, old news, and such Bian. Why, I am past my gamut long ago.
news as you never heard of! Hor. Yet read the gamut of Hortensio.
Bap. Is it new and old too? how may that be? Bian. (Reads.] Gamut I am, the ground of all
Bion. Why, is it not news, to hear of Petruchio's accord,
Bap. Is he come? (1) No schoolboy, liable to be whipped. (3) Pedant,
(4) Fantastical. 2) The old cully in Italian farces.
15) Bait, decoy. (6) Caprice, inconstancy:
Bion. Why, no, sir.
Now sadder, that you come so unprovided. Bap. What then ?
Fie! doff this habít, shame to your estate, Bion. He is coming.
An eye-sore to our solemn festival. Bap. When will he be here?
Tra. And tell us, what occasion of import Bion. When he stands where I am, and sees Hath all so long detain'd you from your wife, you there.
And sent you hither so unlike yourself? Tra. But, say, what:-To thine old news. Pet. Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear :
Bion. Why, Petruchio is coming, in a new hat Sufficeth, I am come to keep my word, and an old jerkin; a pair of old breeches, thrice Though in some part enforced to digress : 5 turned ; a pair of boots that have been candle-cases, Which, at more leisure, I will so excuse one buckled, another laced; an old rusty sword As you shall well be satisfied withal. ta'en out of the town armoury, with a broken hilt, But, where is Kate ? I stay too long from her ; and chapeless ; with two broken points: His horse The morning wears, 'tis time we were at church. hipped with an old mothy saddle, the stirrups of no Tra. See not your bride in these unreverent kindred : besides, possessed ivith the glanders, and
robes ; like to mose in the chine; troubled with the lampass, Go to my chamber, put on clothes of mine. infected with the fashions,' full of wind-galls, sped Pet. Not I, believe me; thus I'll visit her. with spavins, raied with the yellows, past cure of Bup. But thus, I trust, you will not marry her. the fives, stark spoil'd with the staggers, begnawn Pei. Good sooth, even thus; therefore have done with the bots; swayed in the back, and shoulder
with words; shotten; ne'er-legged before, and with a half- To me she's married, not unto my clothes : checked bit, and a head-stall of sheep's leather : Could I repair what she will wear in me, which, being restrained to keep him from stum- As I can change these poor accoutrements, bling, hath been often burst, and now repaired with "Twere well for Kate, and better for myselí. knots : one girt six times pieced, and a woman's But what a fool am I, to chat with you, crupper of velure, which hath two letters for her when I should bid good-morrow to my bride, name, fairly set down in studs, and here and there And seal the title with a lovely kiss ? pieced with packthread.
(Ereunt Petruchio, Grumio, and Biondello. Bap. Who comes with him ?
Tra. He hath some meaning in his mad attire: Bion. O, sir, his lackey, for all the world capa- We will persuade him, be it possible, risoned like the horse; with a lincn stock on one To put on better ere he go to church. leg, and a kersey boot-hose on the other, gartered Bap. I'll after hiin, and see the event of this. with a red and blue list: an old bat, and The hu
(Exil. mour of forty fancies pricked in't for a feather: Tra. But, sir, to her love concerneth us to add a monster, a very monster in apparel; and not like Her father's liking: Which to bring to pass, a Christian lootboy, or a gentleman's lackey. As I before imparted to your worship, Tra. 'Tis some odd humour pricks him to this I am to get a man,-whate'er he be, fashion ;
It skills not much: we'll fit him to our turn, Yet oftentimes he goes but mean apparell’d. And he shall be Vincentio of Pisa; Bap. I am glad he is come, howsoe'er he And make assurance, here in Padua,
Of greater sums than I have promised. Bion. Why, sir, he comes not.
So shall you quietly enjoy your hope, Bap. Didst thou not say, he comes?
And marry sweet Bianca with consent. Bion. Who? that Petruchio came?
Luc. Were it not that my fellow schoolmaster Bap. Ay, that Petruchio came.
Doth watch Bianca's steps so narrowly, Bion. No, sir ; I say, his horse comes with him ’T were good, methinks, to steal our marriage; on his back.
\Vhien once perform'd, let all the world say--no, Bap. Why, that's all one.
I'll keep mine own, despite of all the world. Bion. Nay, by Saint Jamy, I hold you a penny, Tra. That by degrees we mean to look into, A horse and a man is more than one, and yet not And watch our vantage in this business : many.
We'll over-reach the greybeard, Gremio,
The narrow-prying father, Minola;
The quaint' musician, amorous Licio; Pet. Come, where be these gallants? who is at All for my master's sake, Lucentio. home?
And yet I come not well. Signior Gremio! came you from the church? Bap. And yet you halt not.
Gre. As willingly as e'er I came from school. Tra.
Not so well apparellid Tra. And is the bride and bridegroom coming As I wish you were.
home? Pet. Were it better I should rush in thus. Gre. A bridegroom, say you ? 'tis a groom, inBut where is Kate? where is my lovely bride?
deed, How does my father ?—Gentles, methinks you A grumbling groom, and that the girl shall find. frown:
Tra, Curster than she ? why, 'tis impossible. And wherefore gaze this goodly company;
Gre. Why, he's a devil, a devil, a very fiend. As if they saw some wondrous monumeni,
Tra. Why, she's a devil, a devil, the devil's dam. Some comet, or unusual prodigy ?
Gre. Tut! she's a lamb, a dove, a fool to him. Bap. Why, sir, you know, this is your wedding- I'll tell you, sir Luccntio; When the priest day:
Should ask-if Katharine should be his wife, First, were we sad, fearing you would not come; Ay, by gogs-wouns, quoth he; and swore so loud, (1) Farcy.
(3) Velvet. (4) Stocking. Vives; a distemper in horses, little differing (5) i. e. To deviate from my promise. from the strangles.
(6) Matters. (7) Strange.
That all amaz'd, the priest let fall the book: If she had not a spirit to resist.
Pet. They shall go forward, Kate, at thy com-
Go to the seast, revel and domineer, Tra. What said the wench, when he arose again?! Carouse full measure to her maidenhead, Gre. Trembled and shook; for why, he stamp'd, Be mad and merry, or go hang yourselves; and swore,
But for my bonny Kate, she must with me. As if the vicar meant to cozen him.
Nay, look not bių, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret; But after many ceremonies done,
I will be master of what is mine own: He calls for wine :-A health, quoth he; as if She is my goods, my chattels ; she is my house, He had been aboard carousing to his mates My household-stuff, my field, my barn, After a storm :-Quaff'd off the muscadel, My horse, iny ox, my ass, my any thing ;, And threw the sops all in the sexton's face;
And here'she stands, touch her whoever 'dare ; Having no other reason,
I'll bring my action on the proudest he
(Exeunt Petruchio, Katharine, and Grumio. Such a mad marriage never was before;
Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones. Hark, hark! I hear the minstrels play. (Music. Gre. Went they not quickly, I should die with
laughing Enler Petruchio, Katharina, Bianca, Baptista, Tra. Of all mad matches, never was the like ! Hortensio, Grumio, and train.
Luc. Mistress, what's your opinion of your sister? Pet. Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for
Bian. That, being mad herself, she's inadly
mated. your pains : I know, you think to dine with me to-day,
Gre. I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated. And have prepar'd great store of wedding cheer;
Bap. Neighbours and friends, though bride and But so it is, my haste doth call me hence,
bridegroom wants And therefore here I mean to take my leave.
For to supply the places at the table, Bap. Is't possible, you will away to-night ?
You know, there wants no junketsa at the feast ;Pel. I must away to-day, before night come :
Lucentio, you shall supply the bridegroom's place;
And let Bianca take her sister's room.
Tra. Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it? And, honest company, I thank you all,
Bap. She shall, Lucentio.-Come, gentlemen, That have beheld me give away myself
[Exeunt. To this most patient, sweet, and virtuous wife : Dine with my father, drink a health to me; For I must hence, and farewell to you all.
ACT IV. Fra. Let us entreat you stay till after dinner.
SCENE I.-A hall in Petruchio's country house. Pet. It may not be.
Enter Grumio. Gre.
Let me entreat you. Pet. It cannot be.
Gru. Fie, fie, on all tired jades! on all mad Kath.
Let me entreat you. masters! and all foul ways! Was ever man so Pet. I am content.
beaten ? was ever man so rayed ?? was ever man Kath.
Are you content to stay? so weary? I am sent before to make a fire, and they Pet. I am content you shall entreat me stay; are coming after to warm them. Now, were not But yet not stay, entreat me how you can. I a little pot, and soon hot, my very lips might Kath. Now, if you love me, stay.
freeze to my tecth, my tongue to the roof of my Pet.
Grumio, my horses. mouth, my heart in my belly, ere I should come by Gru. Ay, sir, they be ready; the oats have a fire to thaw me:-But I, with blowing the fire, eaten the horses.
shall warm myself; for, considering the weather, Kath. Nay, then,
a taller man than I will take cold. --Holla, hoa ! Do what thou canst, I will not go to-day; Curtis ! No, nor to-morrow, nor till ! please myself.
Curt. Who is that, calls so coldly?
Gru. A piece of ice : If thou doubt it, thou 'Tis like, you'll prove a jolly surly groom,
may'st slide from my shoulder to my heel, with no That take it on you at the first so roundly.
greater a run but my head and my neck. A fire, Pet. O, Kate, content thee; pr’ythee, be not good Curtis.
Curt. Is my master and his wife coming, Grumio? angry. Kath. I will be angry; What hast thou to do?
Gru. O, ay, Curtis, ay: and therefore fire, fire; Father, be quiet; he shall stay my leisure.
cast on no water. Gre. Ay, marry, sir: now it begins to work.
Curt. Is she so hot a shrew as she's reported ? Kath. Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner: Gru. She was, good Curtis, before this frost: I see a woman may be made a fool,
but, thou know'st, winter tames man, woman, and
beast; for it hath tamed my old master, and my (1). It was the custom for the company present new mistress, and myself
, fellow Curtis. to drink wine immediately after the marriageceremony.
(2) Delicacies. (3) Bewrayed, dirty,
Curt, Away, you three-inch fool! I am no beast. Gru. Call them forth.
Grub. Am I but three inches ? why, thy horn is Curt. Do you hear, ho ? you must meet my a foot; and so long am I, at the least. But wilt master, to countenance my mistress. thou make a fire, or shall I complain on thee to our Gru. Why, she hath a face of her own. mistress, whose hand (she being now at hand) thou Curt. Who knows not that? shalt soon feel, to thy cold comfort, for being slow Gru. Thou, it seems; that callest for company in thy hot office.
to countenance her. Curt. I pr’ythee, good Grumio, tell me, How Curt. I call them forth to credit her. goes the world?
Gru. Why, she comes to borrow nothing of them. Gru. A cold world, Curtis, in every office but
Enter sereral Servants. thine; and, therefore, fire: Do thy duty, and have thy duty; for my master and mistress are almost Nath. Welcome home, Grumio. frozen to death.
Phil. How now, Grumio ? Curt. There's fire ready; And therefore, good Jos. What, Grumio! Grumio, the news ?
Nich. Fellow Grumio! Gru. Why, Jack boy! ho boy! and as much Nath. How now, old lad? news as thou wilt.
Gru. Welcome, you ;-how now, you ;-what, Curt. Come, you are so full of conycatching : you ;-fellow, you; and thus much for greeting:
Gru. Why, therefore, fire; for I have caughi es. Now, my spruce companions, is all ready, and all treme cold. 'Where's the cook? is supper ready, things neat? the house trimmed, rushes strewed, cobwebs swept; Nath. All things is ready: How near is our the serving-men in their new sustian, their white master ? stockings, and every otsicer his wedding-garment
Gru. E'en at hand, alighted by this ; and there on? Be the jacks fair within, the jills fair without, fore be not, -Cock's passion, silence-I hear the carpets laid, and every thing in order? my master Curt. All ready; And therefore, I pray thee,
Enter Petruchio and Katharina. news ? Gru. First, know, my horse is tired; my master
Pet. Where be these knaves ? What, no man at and mistress fallen out.
door, Curt. How?
To hold my stirrup, nor to take my horse ? Gru. Out of their saddles into the dirt; And Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip? thereby hangs a tale.
All Serv. Here, here, sir; here, sir. Curt. Let's ha't, good Grumio.
Pet. Here, sir! here, sir ! here, sir! here, sir!Gru. Lend thine ear.
You lorger-headed and unpolish'd grooms! Curt. Here.
What, no attendance? no regard ? no duty ?Gru. There.
(Striking him. Where is a foolish knave I sent before ? Curt. This is to feel a tale, not to hear a tale. Gru. Here, sir ; as foolish as I was before. Gru. And therefore 'tis called, a sensible tale:
Pet. You peasant swain! you whoreson maltand this cuff was but to knock at your ear, and be
horse drudge! seech listening. Now I begin : Imprimis, we came Did I not bid thee meet me in the park, down a foul hill, my mastsr riding behind my mis- And bring along these rascal knaves with thee? tress :
Gru. Nathaniel's coat, sir, was not fully made, Curt. Both on one horse?
And Gabriel's pumps were all unpink'd i'ihe heel; Gru. What's that to thee?
There was no link to colour Peter's hat, Curt. Why, a horse.
And Walter's dagger was not come from sheathing: Gru. Tell thou the tale :-- -But hadst thou not There were none fine, but Adam, Ralph, and Grecrossed me, thou shouldst have heard how ber horse
gory; fell, and she under her horse; thou should’st have The rest were ragged, old, and beggarly; heard, in how miry a place : how she was bemoil- Yet, as they are, here are they come to meet you. ed;' how he left her with the horse upon her ; how
Pet. Go, rascals, go, and fetch my supper in.he beat me because her horse stumbled ; how she
[Exeunt some of the Servants. waded through the dirt to pluck him off'me ; how Where is the life that late I led
(Sings. he swore; how she prayed-that never prayed be- Where are those—Sit down, Kate, and welcome. fore; how I cried; how the horses ran away; how Soud, soud, soud, soud !! her bridle was burst ;2 how I lost my crupper ;
Re-enter Servants, with supper. with many things of worthy memory; which now shall die in oblivion, and thou return unexperienced Why, when, I say ?-Nay, good sweet Kale, be to thy grave.
merry. Curt. By this reckoning, he is more shrew than Off with my boots, you rogues, you villains; When? she.
It was the friar of orders grey, (Sings. Gru. Ay; and that, thou and the proudest of
As he forth walked on his way :you all shall find, when he comes home. But what Out, out, you rogue! you pluck my foot awry: talk I of this ?---call forth Nathaniel, Joseph, Nich-Take that, and mend the plucking off the other:olas, Philip, Walter, Sugarsop, and the rest ; let
[Strikes him. their heads be sleekly combed, their blue coats Be merry, Kate :--Some water, here; what, ho!brushed, and their garters of an indifferent' knit: Where's my spaniel Troilus ?--Sirrah, get you let them curtsey with their left legs; and not pre
hence, sume to touch a hair of my master's horse-tail, till And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither :they kiss their hands. Are they all ready?
[Erit Servant. Curt. They are.
One, Kate, that you must kiss, and be acquainted
(5) A word coined by Shakspeare to express the (4) A torch of pitch.
noise made by a person heated and fatigued.
Where are my slippers ?-Shall I have some water? This is the way to kill a wife with kindness ;
[ A bason is presented to him. And thus I'll curb her mad and headstrong huCome, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily:
(Servant lets the ewer fall. He that knows better how to tame a shrew, You whoreson villain! will you let it fall ? Now let him speak; 'tis charity to show. (Exit.
[Strikes him. Kath. Patience, I pray you; 'twas a fault un
SCENE II.-Padua. Before Baptista's house. willing.
Enter Tranio und Hortensio. Pet. A whoreson, beetle-headed, flap-ear'd knave! Tra. Is't possible, friend Licio, that Bianca Come, Kate, sit down; I know you have a stomach. Doth fancy any other but Lucentio ? Will you give thanks, sweet Kate; or else shall I ?- I tell you, sir, she bears me fair in hand. What is this? mutton ?
Hor. Sir, to satisfy you in what I have said, 1 Serv. Ay.
Stand by, and mark ihe manner of his teaching, Pet. Who brought it?
[They stand aside. 1 Serv.
I. Pet. 'Tis burnt; and so is all the meat:
Enter Bianca and Lucentio. What dogs are these ?-Where is the rascal cook? Luc. Now, mistress, profit you in what you read ? How durst you, villains, bring it from the dresser, Bian. What, master, read you? first resolve me And serve is thus to me that love it not?
that. There, take it to you, trenchers, cups, and all: Luc. I read that I profess, the art to love. (Throws the meat, &c. about the stage.
Biun. And may you prove, sir, master of your You heedless joltheads, and unmanner'd slaves?
art! What, do you grumble? I'll be with you straight. Luc. While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of Kath. I pray you, husband, be not so disquiet;
[They retire, The meat was well, if you were so contented. Hor. Quick proceeders, marry! Now, tell me, Pet. I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dried away;
You that durst swear that your mistress Bianca And I expressly am forbid to touch it,
Lov'd none in the world so well as Lucentio. For it engenders choler, planteth anger;
Tra. O despiteful love! unconstant womarAnd better 'twere, that both of us did fast,
Hor. Mistake no more: I am not Licio,
(Exeunt Petruchio, Katharina, and Curtis. And makes a god of such a cullion :: Nath. (Advancing.] Péter, didst ever see the Know, sir, that I am callid-Hortensio. like?
Tá. Signior Hortensio, I have often heard Peter. He kills her in her own humour, of your entire affection to Bianca; Re-enter Curtis.
And since mine eyes are witness of her lightness,
I will with you,-if you be so contented, Gru. Where is he?
Forswear Bianca and her love for ever. Curt. In her chamber,
Hor. See, how they kiss and court!--Signior Making a sermon of continency to her:
Lucentio, And rails, and swears, and rates; that she, poor soul, Here is my hand, and here I firmly vowKnows not which way to stand, to look, to speak; Never to woo her more ; but do forswear her, And sits as one new-risen from a dream.
As one unworthy all the former favours Away, away! for he is coming hither. (Exeunt. That I have fondly Batter'd her withal.
Tra. And here I take the like unseigned oath,Re-enter Petruchio.
Ne'er to marry with her though she would entreal: Pel. Thus have I politicly begun my reign, Tie on her! see, how beastly she doth court him. And 'lis my hope to end successfully:
Hor. 'Would, all the world, but he, had quite My falcon now is sharp, and passing empty;
forsworn! Ind till she stoop, she must not be full-gorg'd, For me,-that I may surely keep mine oath, For then she never looks upon her lure.
I will be married to a wealthy widow, Another way I have to man my haggard, Ere three days pass; which hath as long lov'd me, To make her come, and know her keeper's call, As I have lov'd this proud disdainful haggard: That is, to watch' her, as we watch these kites, And so farewell, siguior Lucentio.-That bate, and beat, and will not be obedient. Kindness in womeni
, not their beauteous looks, She eat no meat to-day, nor none shall eat; Shall in my love :--and so I take my leave, Last night she slept not, nor to-night she shall not ; In resolution as I swore before. As with the mcat, some undeserved fault
[Erit Hortensio.-Luc. and Bian. advance. l'll find about the making of the bed ;
Tra. Mistress Bianca, bless you with such grace And here I'll llling the pillow, there the bolster, As 'longeth to a lover's blessed case ! This way the coverlet, another way the sheets :- Nay, I have ta’en you napping, gentle love; Ay, and amid this hurly, I intend,
And have forsworn you, with Hortensio. That all is done in reverent care of her ;
Bian. Tranio, you jest; But have you both forAnd, in conclusion, she shall watch all night ;
sworn me? And, if she chance to nod, I'll rail, and brawl, Tra. Mistress, we have. And with the clamour keep her still awake.
Then we arc rid of Licio.
Tra. I'faith, he'll have a lusty widow now, (1) A thing stuffed to look like the game which the hawk was to pursue.
(3) Flutter. (4) Pretend. (2) To tame my wild hawk.
(5) Despicable fellow.