Hor. You may go walk, and give me leave awhile; My leffons make no mufick in three parts.

Luc. Are you fo formal, fir? well, I muft wait, And watch withal; for, but I be deceiv'd,

Our fine musician groweth amorous.

Hor. Madam, before you touch the inftrument,
To learn the order of my fingering,

I must begin with rudiments of art;
To teach you gamut in a briefer fort,
More pleasant, pithy, and effectual,
Than hath been taught by any of my
And there it is in writing, fairly drawn.

trade:

Bian. Why, I am past my gamut long ago.
Hor. Yet read the gamut of Hortenfio.

[Afide.

Bian. [reading.] "Gamut I am the ground of all accord,
A re, to plead Hortenfio's paffion;

B mi, Bianca, take him for thy lord,
C faut, that loves with all affection:
D fol re, one cliff," two notes have I;
E la mi, show me pity, or I die.
Call you this-gamut? tut! I like it not:
Old fashions please me beft; I am not * fo nice,
Y To change true rules for odd inventions.

Enter a Servant.

Serv. Mistress, your

father prays you

leave

your books,

And help to dress your fifter's chamber up;

You know, to-morrow is the wedding-day.

Bian. Farewel, fweet mafters, both; I must be gone.

xjo nice,]-fo fantastical.

[Exit.

To change new rules for old inventions."-To accept of new rales in exchange for old inventions.

Luc.

Luc. Faith, mistress, then I have no cause to stay. [Exit. Hor. But I have cause to pry into this pedant; Methinks, he looks as though he were in love:Yet if thy thoughts, Bianca, be fo humble,

To caft thy wandring eyes on every stale,
Seize thee, that lift: If once I find thee ranging,
Hortenfio will be quit with thee by changing.

SCENE II.

[Exit.

Enter Baptifta, Gremio, Tranio, Katharine, Lucentio, Bianca, and attendants.

Bap. Signior Lucentio, this is the 'pointed day That Katharine and Petruchio fhould be marry'd, And yet we hear not of our fon in-law:

What will be faid? what mockery will it be,

To want the bridegroom, when the priest attends
To speak the ceremonial rites of marriage?

What fays Lucentio to this fhame of ours?

Kath. No fhame but mine: I must, forfooth, be forc'd

To give my hand, oppos'd against my heart,

Unto a mad-brain rudefby, full of afpleen;

Who woo'd in hafte, and means to wed at leisure.

I told you, I, he was a frantick fool,

Hiding his bitter jefts in blunt behaviour:
And, to be noted for a merry man,

He'll woo a thousand, 'point the day of marriage,

Make friends, invite, yes, and proclaim the banns;
Yet never means to wed where he hath woo'd.
Now muft the world point at poor Katharine,

And fay,-Lo there is mad Petruchio's wife,

every ftale,]-commoner; to welcome every one that comes to

"Spleen ;-caprice, whim.

If it would pleafe him come and marry her.
Tra. Patience, good Katharine, and Baptista too;
Upon my life, Petruchio means but well,
Whatever fortune ftays him from his word :
Though he be blunt, I know him paffing wife;
Though he be merry, yet withal he's honest.

Kath. Would, Katharine had never seen him though!

[Exit weeping. Bap. Go, girl; I cannot blame thee now to weep; For fuch an injury would vex a faint,

Much more a fhrew of thy impatient humour.

Enter Biondello.

Bion. Mafter, mafter! news, old news, and fuch news as you never heard of!

Bap. Is it new and old too? how may that be?

Bion. Why, is it not news, to hear of Petruchio's coming?

Bap. Is he come?

Bion. Why, no, fir.

Bap. What then?

Bion. He is coming.

Bap. When will he be here?

Bion. When he ftands where I am, and fees you there. Tra. But, fay, what to thine old news?

Bion. Why, Petruchio is coming, in a new hat, and an old jerkin; a pair of old breeches, thrice turn'd; a pair of boots that have been candle-cafes, one buckled, another lac'd with two broken points-an old rufty fword ta'en out of the town armory, with a broken hilt, and

d

b candle cafes,]-receptacles for candles.

another lac'd; an old rusty fword ta'en out of the town armory, with a broken hilt, and chapeless, with two broken points: His horje hipp'd with an old mothy faddle, the firrups of no kindred: befides, pojejs'd with the glanders.

with two broken points]-the tags of the laces being both broken.

chapeless;

h

chapeless;-with an old mothy faddle, the stirrups of no kindred His horfe hip'd, befides, poffefs'd with the glanders, and like to mofe in the chine; troubled with the lampafs, infected with the fashions, full of windgalls, fped with spavins, raied with the yellows, past cure of the fives, stark fpoiled with the ftaggers, begnawn with the bots; 1 sway'd in the back, and shoulder-shotten; nearlegg'd before, and with a half-check'd bit, and a headstall of fheep's leather; which, being reftrain'd to keep him from ftumbling, hath been often burft, and now repair'd with knots one girt fix times piec'd, and a woman's crupper of velure, which hath two letters for her name, fairly fet down in ftuds, and here and there pieced with packthread.

Bap. Who comes with him?

k

Bion. Oh, fir, his lacquey, for all the world caparifon'd like the horse, with a linnen ftock on one leg, and a kerfey boot-hofe on the other, garter'd with a red and blue lift; an old hat, and 'The humour of forty fancies prick'd in't for a feather: a monfter, a very monfter in apparel; and not like a chriftian footboy, or a gentleman's lacquey. Tra. 'Tis fome odd humour pricks him to this fafhion;Yet oftentimes he goes but mean apparell'd.

Bap. I am glad he is come, how foever he comes.
Bion. Why, fir, he comes not.

Bap. Didst thou not fay, he comes?

Bion. Who? that Petruchio came?

Bap. Ay, that Petruchio came.

Bion. No, fir; I fay, his horfe comes with him on his back.

bip'd,]-whofe hip bones were violently train'd, or distorted.

to mourn, ooze.

woman's crupper]-pillion.

braied] -ftreak’d.

The humour of forty fancies]-fome old ballad, or picture, so call'd.

VOL. II.

Y

Bap.

Bap. Why, that's all one.

Bion. Nay, by faint Jamy, I hold you a penny, A horse and a man is more than one, and yet not many.

Enter Petruchio, and Grumio.

Pet. Come, where be these gallants? who is at home? Bap. You are welcome, fir-and yet you come not

well.

Pet. And yet I halt not.

Tra. Not fo well apparell'd

As I wish you were.

Pet. Were it better, I should rush in thus?

But where is Kate? where is my lovely bride ?How does my father?-Gentles, methinks you frown: And wherefore gaze this goodly company;

As if they faw fome wondrous monument,

Some comet, or unufual prodigy?

Bap. Why, fir, you know, this is your wedding-day : Firft were we fad, fearing you would not come ; Now fadder, that you come fo unprovided. Fye! doff this habit, shame to your estate, An eye-fore to our folemn festival.

Tra. And tell us, what occafion of import Hath all fo long detain'd

you from

your wife, And fent you hither fo unlike yourself?

Pet. Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear;

Sufficeth, I am come to keep my word,

Though in fome part enforced "to digrefs;

Which, at more leifure, I will fo excufe
As you shall well be fatisfied withal.

But, where is Kate? I ftay too long from her;
The morning wears, 'tis time we were at church.

m

you come not well.]—suitably attir'd, in a drefs becoming a bride

groom.

to digrefs;]-to deviate from, to come short of my promise.

Tra.