Bap. And yet you halt not.

Tra.

As I wish you were.'

Not so well apparell'd

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 saw some wondrous monument, Some comet, or unusual prodigy?

Bup. Why, sir, you know, this is your wed,
ding-day:
[come;

First were we sad, fearing you'
a would not
Now sadder, that you come so unprovided.
Fie! doff this habit, shame to your estate,
An eye-sore to our solemn festival.

Tra. And tell us, what occasion of import Hath all so long detained you from your wife, And sent you hither so unlike yourself?

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

Sufficeth, I am come to keep my word, Though in some part enforced to digress Which, at more leisure, I will so excuse As you shall well be satisfied withal. But, where is Kate? I stay too long from her; [church. The morning wears, 'tis time we were at Tra. See not your bride in these unreverent robes;

her.

Go to my chamber, put on clothes of mine.
Pet. Not I, believe me; thus I'll visit her.
Bap. But thus, I trust, you will not marry
[done with words;
Pet. Good sooth, even 'thus; therefore have
To me she's married, not unto my clothes:
Could I repair what she will wear in me,
As I can change these poor accoutrements,
Twere well for Kate, and better for myself.
But what a fool am I, to chat with you,
When I should bid good-morrow to my
bride,

And seal the title with a lovely kiss?

[Exeunt PETRUCHIO, GRUMIO0, and BIONDELLO.

this.

Tra. He hath some meaning in his mad We will persuade him, be it possible, [attire: To put on better ere he go to church. Bap. I'll after him, and see the event of [Exit. Tra. But, sir, to her love concerneth us to add Her father's liking: Which to bring to pass, As 1 before imparted to your worship, I am to get a man,-whate'er he be, It skills not much; we'll fit him to our turn, And he shall be Vincentio of Pisa; And make assurance, here in Padua,

Of

greater sums than I have promised. So shall you quietly enjoy your hope, And marry sweet Bianca with consent."

• i. e., To deviate from my promise.

Luc. Were it not that my fellow schoolmaster.

Doth watch Bianca's steps so narrowly, Twere good, methinks, to steal our marriage; Which once perform'd, let all the world say

no,

I'll keep mine own, despite of all the world. Tra. That by degrees we mean to look into,

And watch our vantage in this business:
We'll over-reach the greybeard, Gremio,
The narrow-prying father, Minola;
The quaint musician, amorous Licio;
All for my master's sake, Lucentio.
Re-enter GREMIO.

Signior Gremio! came you from the church? Gre. As willingly as e'er I came from school.

Tra. And is the bride and bridegroom

coming home? od indeed, Gre. A bridegroom, say you? 'tis a groom, A grumbling groom, and that the girl shall

find.

Gre. Tut! she's a lamb, à dove, a fool to I'll tell you, sir Lucentio; When the priest Should ask-if Katharine should be his wife, Ay, by gogs-wouns, quoth he; and swore so loud, That, all amazed, the priest let fall the book: And, as he stoop'd again to take it up, The mad-brain'd bridegroom took him such a cuff, priest; That down fell priest and book, and book and Now take them up, quoth he, if any list. Tra. What said the wench, when he arose again? [stamp'd, and swore, Gre. Trembled and shook; for why, he As if the vicar meant to cozen him. But after many ceremonies done, He calls for wine-A health, quoth he; as if He had been aboard carousing to his mates After a stórín:--Quaff'd off the muscadel §, And threw the sops all in the sexton's face; Having no other reason,—

It was the custom

I know, you think to dine with me to-day, And have prepared great store of wedding cheer;

But so it is, my haste doth call me hence, And therefore here I mean to take my leave. Bap. Is't possible, you will away to-night? Pet. I must away to-day, before night [ness,

come:

Make it no wonder; if you knew my
You would entreat me rather go than stay.
And, honest company, I thank you all,
That have beheld me give away myself
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.
Tra. Let us entreat you stay till after dinner.
Pet. It may not be.
Gre.

Pet. It cannot be. Kath.

Pet. I am content. Kath.

Let me entreat you.

Let me entreat you.

Are you content to stay? Pet. I am content you shall entreat me stay;

But yet not stay, entreat me how you can.
Kath. Now, if you love me, stay.
Grumio, my horses.

Pet.

Gru. Ay, sir, they be ready; the oats have eaten the horses.

Kath. Nay, then,

Do what thou canst, I will not go to-day;
No, nor to-morrow, nor till I please myself.
The door is open, sir, there lies your way,
You may be jogging, whiles your boots are
green;

For me, I'll not be gone, till I please myself; 'Tis like, you'll prove a jolly surly groom, That take it on you at the first so roundly.

Pet. O, Kate, content thee; pr'ythee, be not angry.

Kath. I will be angry; What hast thou to do?

Father, be quiet; he shall stay my leisure. Gre. Ay, marry, sir: now it begins to work. [dinner :Kath. Gentlemen, forward to the bridal

I will be master of what is mine own: She is my goods, my chattels; she is my house,

t

My household-stuff, my field, my barn,
My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing;
And here she stands, touch her whoever dare;
I'll bring my action on the proudest he
That stops my way in Padua-Grumio,
Draw forth thy weapon, we're beset with
thieves;

Rescue thy mistress, if thou be a man:Fear not, sweet wench, they shall not touch thee, Kate;

I'll buckler thee against a million. [Exeunt PETRUCHIO, KATHARINE, and GRUMIO.

ones.

Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet [with laughing. Gre. Went they not quickly, I should die Tra. Of all mad matches, never was the like! [your sister? Luc. Mistress, what's your opinion of Bian. That, being mad herself, she's madly mated.

Gre. I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated. Bap. Neighbours and friends, though bride and bridegroom wants

For to supply the places at the table, You know, there wants no junkets • at the feast;[place; Lucentio, you shall supply the bridegroom's And let Bianca take her sister's room. Tra. Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it? Bap. She shall, Lucentio.-Come, Gentlemen, let's go. [Exeunt.

House.

Enter GRUMIO.

Gru. Fie, fie, on all tired jades! on all mad masters! and all foul ways! Was ever man so beaten? was ever man so rayed t? was ever man so weary? I am sent before to make a fire, and they are coming after to warm them. Now, were not I a little pot, and soon hot, my very lips might freeze to my teeth, my tongue to the roof of my mouth, my heart in my belly, ere I should come by a fire to thaw me :-But, I, with blowing the

• Delicacies.

weather, a taller man than I will take cold. Holla, hoa! Curtis!

Enter CURTIS.

Curt. Who is that, calls so coldly?

Gru. A piece of ice: If thou doubt it, thon may'st slide from my shoulder to my heel, with no greater a run but my bead and my neck. A fire, good Curtis.

Curt. Is my master and his wife coming, Grumio?

Gru. O, ay, Cartis, ay: and therefore fire, fire; cast on no water.

t Bewrayed; dirty.

Curt. Away, you three-inch fool! I am no

beast.

Gru. Am I but three inches? why, thy horn is a foot; and so long am I, at the least. But wilt thou make a fire, or shall I complain on thee to our mistress, whose hand (she being now at hand) thou shalt soon feel, to thy cold comfort, for being slow in thy hot office.

Curt. I pr'ythee, good Grumio, tell me, How goes the world?

Gru. A cold world, Curtis, in every office but thine; and, therefore, fire: Do thy duty. and have thy duty; for my master and mistress are almost frozen to death.

Curt. There's fire ready; And therefore, good Grumio, the news?

Gru. Why, Jack boy! ho boy! and as much news as thou wilt.

Curt.Come,you are so full of coney-catching:Gru. Why therefore, fire; for I have caught extreme cold. Where's the cook? is supper ready, the house trimmed, rushes strewed, cobwebs swept; the serving-men in their new fustian, their white stockings, and every officer his wedding-garment on? Be the Jacks fair within, the Jills fair without, the carpets laid, and every thing in order?

Curt. All ready; And, therefore, I pray thee, news?

Gru. First, know, my horse is tired; my master and mistress fallen out.

Curt. How?

Gru. Out of their saddles into the dirt; And thereby hangs a tale.

Curt. Let's ha't, good Grumio.
Gru. Lend thine ear.
Curt. Here.

Gru. There.

{Striking him. Curt. This is to feel a tale, not to hear a tale.

Gru. And therefore 'tis called, a sensible tale; and this cuff was but to knock at your ear, and beseech listening. Now I begin: Imprimis, we came down a foul hill, my master riding behind my mistress :---

Curt. Both on one horse ?
Gru. What's that to thee?
Curt. Why, a horse.

Curt. By this reckoning, he is more shrew than she.

Gru. Ay; and that, thou and the proudest of you all shall find, when he comes home. But what talk I of this ?-call forth Nathaniel, Joseph, Nicholas, Philip, Walter, Sugarsop, and the rest; let their heads be sleekly combed, their blue coats brushed, and their garters of an indifferent knit: let them curtsey with their left legs; and not presume to touch a hair of my master's horse-tail, till they kiss their hands. Are they all ready?

Curt. They are.

Gru. Call them forth.

Curt. Do you hear, ho? you must meet my master, to countenance my mistress. Gru. Why, she hath a face of her own. Curt. Who knows not that? Gru. Thou, it seems; that callest for company to countenance her.

Curt. I call them forth to credit her. Gru. Why, she comes to borrow nothing of them.

Enter several Servants.
Nath. Welcome home, Grumio.
Phil. How now, Grumio?
Jos. What, Grumio!
Nich. Fellow Grumio!
Nuth. How now, old lad?

Gru. Welcome, you ;-how now, you; what, you;-fellow, you;-and thus much for greeting. Now, my spruce companions, is all ready, and all things neat?

Nath. All things is ready: How near is our master?

Gru. E'en at hand, alighted by this; and therefore be not,- Cock's passion, silence!

-I hear my master.

Enter PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA. Pet. Where be these knaves? What, no man at door,

To hold my stirrup, nor to take my horse!
Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip!

All Serv. Here, here, sir; here, sir. [sir!— Pet. Here, sir! here, sir! here, sir! here, You logger-headed and unpolish'd grooms! What, no attendance? no regard? no duty ?Where is the foolish kuave I sent before?

Gru. Here, sir; as foolish as I was before. Pet. You peasant swain! you whoreson malt horse drudge!

Did I not bid thee meet me in the park,
And bringalong these rascal knaves with thee?
Gru. Nathaniel's coat, sir, was not fully

made,

• Bemired. + Broken.

There were none fine, but Adam, Ralph, and Gregory;