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Tra. Patience, good Katharine, and Baptista too;. Upon my life, Petruchio means but well, Whatever fortune stays him from his word : Though he be blunt, I know him passing wise ; Though he be merry, yet withal he's honest. Kath. 'Would Katharine had never seen him

though! [Exit, weeping, followed by BIANCA, and others. Bap. Go, girl; I cannot blame thee now to weep; For such an injury would vex a saint, Much more a shrew of thy impatient humour.

Enter BIONDELLO. Bion. Master, master! news, old news, and such 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, sir.
Bap. What then ?
Bion. He is coming,
Bap. When will he be here?
Bion. When he stands where I

am,
there.
Tra. But, say, what:

To thine old news. Bion. Why, Petruchio is coming, in a new hat and an old jerkin; a pair of boots that have been candle-cases, one buckled, another laced ; an old rusty sword ta'en out of the town armory, with a broken hilt, and chapeless; with two broken points: His horse hipped with an old mothy saddle, the stirrups of no kindred : besides, possessed with the glanders, and like to mose in the chine ; troubled with the lampass, infected with the fashions?, full of wind-galls, sped with spavins, raied with the yel

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lows, past cure of the fives, stark spoiled with the staggers, begnawn with the bots; swayed in the back, and shoulder-shotten; ne'er-legged before, and with a half-checked bit, and a head-stall of sheep's leather ; which, being restrained to keep him from stumbling, hath been often burst, and now repaired with knots: one girt six times pieced, and a woman's crupper

of velure ', which hath twoʻletters for her name, fairly set down in studs, and here and there pieced with packthread.

Bap. Who comes with him?

Bion. O, sir, his lackey, for all the world caparisoned like the horse ; with a linen stock' on one leg, and a kersey boot-hose on the other, gartered with a red and blue list ; an old hat, and The humour of forty fancies pricked in't for a feather: a monster, a very monster in apparel ; and not like a christian footboy, or a gentleman's lackey. Tra. 'Tis some odd humour pricks him to this

fashion;
Yet oftentimes he goes but mean apparell’d.

Bap. I am glad he is come, howsoe'er he comes.
Bion. Why, sir, he comes not.
Bap. Didst thou not say, he comes ?
Bion. Who ? that Petruchio camo ?
Bap. Ay, that Petruchio came.

Bion. No, sir ; I say, his horse comes with him on his back,

Bap. Why, that's all one.

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

many.

8 Vives ; a distemper in horses, little differing from the strangles. 9 Velvet.

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Enter PETRUchio and GRUM10.

Pet. Come, where be these gallants ? who is at'

home?
Bap. You are welcome, sir.
Pet.

And yet I come not well.
Bap. And yet you halt not.
Tra.

Not so 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 saw some wondrous monument,
Some comet, or unusual prodigy ?
Bap. Why, sir, you know, this is your wedding-

day :
First were we sad, fearing you would not come ;
Now sadder, that you come so unprovided.
Fye! 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 detain'd you

from 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 ; The morning wears, 'tis time we were at church.

Tra. See not your bride in these unreverent robes; 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 her.
Pet. Good sooth, even thus; therefore have done

with words ;

your wife,

To me she's married, not unto nay 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, Grumio, and

BIONDELLO.
Tra. He hath some meaning in his mad attire:
We will persuade him, be it possible,
To put on better ere he go to church.
Bap. I'll after him, and see the event of this.

[Exit.
Tra. But, sir, to her love concerneth us to add
Her father's liking : Which to bring to pass,
As I 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.

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
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 grey-beard, Gremio,
The narrow-prying father, Minola;
The quaint 3 musician, amorous Licio;
All for my master's sake, Lucentio.

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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?
Gre. A bridegroom, say you ? 'tis a groom, in-

deed,
A grumbling groom, and that the girl shall find.

Tra. Curster than she ? why, 'tis impossible.
Gre. Why, he's a devil, a devil, a very fiend.
Tra. Why, she's a devil, a devil, the devil's dam.

Gre. Tut! she's a lamb, a dove, a fool to him.
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 amaz’d, 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,
That down fell priest and book, and book and priest;
Now take them up, quoth he, if any,

list.
Tra. What said the wench, when he arose again?
Gre. Trembled and shook; for why, he stamp'd,

· and swore,

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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 storm : Quaff'd off the muscadel 4,
And threw the sops all-in the sexton's face;
Having no other reason,
But that his beard grew thin and hungerly,
And seem'd to ask him

sops - was drinking. This done, he took the bride about the neck; And kiss'd' her lips with such a clamorous smack,

as he

4 It was the custom for the company present to drink wine immediately after the marriage-ceremony.

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