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Tra. See not your bride in these unreverent robes
Go to my chamber, put on cloaths of mine.

Pet. Not I, believe me; thus I'll vifit her.
Bap. But thus, I truft, you will not marry her.
Pet. Good footh, even thus; therefore have done with

words;

To me she's marry'd, not unto my cloaths:
Could I repair what fhe 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 feal the title with a lovely kiss?

[Exit. Pet. Gru. and Bion.

Tra. He hath fome meaning in his mad attire: We will perfuade him, be it poffible,

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put on better ere he go to church.

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Bap. I'll after him, and fee the event of this.
Tra. But, fir, 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,

P'It skills not much; we'll fit him to our turn,-
And he shall be Vincentio of Pifa;
And make affurance, here in Padua,
Of greater fums than I have promised.
So fhall you quietly enjoy your hope,
And marry fweet Bianca with confent.

Luc. Were it not that my
fellow fchool-mafter
Doth watch Bianca's fteps fo narrowly,
'Twere good, methinks, to steal our marriage;

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It fkills not much ;]-It is not very material.

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[Exit.

• her love concerneth us to add her father's liking :]-fince you have obtain'd her love, we ought to be the more folicitous to procure her father's confent.

Which

Which once perform'd, let all the world fay-no,
I'll keep mine own, defpight 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 mufician, amorous Licio;
All for my master's fake, 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?
Gre. A bridegroom, fay you? 'tis a groom, indeed,
A grumbling groom, and that the girl fhall find.
Tra. Curfter than fhe? why, 'tis impoffible.
Gre. Why, he's a devil, a devil, a very fiend.
Tra. Why, fhe's a devil, a devil, the devil's dam.
Gre. Tut! fhe's a lamb, a dove, a fool to him.
I'll tell you, fir Lucentio; When the priest
Should afk-if Katharine fhould 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,

This mad-brain'd bridegroom took him fuch a cuff,
That down fell priest and book, and book and priest;
Now take them up, quoth he, if any lift.

Tra. What faid the wench, when he rose up again?
Gre. Trembled and fhook; for why, he ftamp'd, and

fwore,

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,

Carowfing

Carowfing to his mates after a ftorm:
Quaff'd off the mufcadel, and threw the fops
All in the fexton's face; having no other reafon,-
But that his beard grew thin and hungerly,
And feem'd to ask him fops as he was drinking.
This done, he took the bride about the neck;
And kifs'd her lips with fuch a clamorous fmack,
That, at the parting, all the church did echo.
I, seeing this, came thence for very fhame;
And after me, I know, the rout is coming:
Such a mad marriage never was before:
Hark, hark! I hear the minstrels play.

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[Mufick plays.

Enter Petruchio, Katharine, Bianca, Hortenfio, and Baptifta.

Pet. Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for your pains: I know, you think to dine with me to-day,

And have prepar❜d great ftore of wedding cheer;
But fo it is, my hafte doth call me hence,
And therefore here I mean to take my leave.
Bap. Is't poffible, you will away to-night?
Pet. I muft away to-day, before night come :-
Make it no wonder; if you knew my business,
You would entreat me rather go than stay.
And, honeft company, I thank you all,
That have beheld me give a way myself
To this most patient, fweet, and virtuous wife:
Dine with my father, drink a health to me;

For I must hence, and farewel to you all.

Tra. Let us intreat you ftay 'till after dinner.
Pet. It may not be.

Gre. Let me intreat you.

the mufcadel,]—It was formerly the custom to introduce wine and cakes, at a wedding, into the church; the bowl was hallowed, and called the knitting, or nuptial cup.

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Pet.

Pet. It cannot be.

Kath. Let me intreat you.

Pet. I am content.

Kath. Are you content to stay?

Pet. I am content you fhall intreat me stay;

But yet not stay, intreat me how you can.

Kath. Now, if you love me, stay.

Pet. Grumio, my horses.

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Gru. Ay, fir, they be ready; the oats have eaten the horfes.

Kath. Nay, then,

Do what thou canft, I will not go to-day;
No, nor to-morrow, nor 'till I please myself.
The door is open, fir, there lies your way,
You may be jogging, while your boots are green;
For me, I'll not be gone, 'till I please myself :-
'Tis like, you'll prove a jolly furly 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 haft thou to do?Father, be quiet; he fhall ftay my leisure.

Gre. Ay, marry, fir: now it begins to work. Kath. Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner :I fee, a woman may be made a fool,

If she had not a spirit to refift.

Pet. They fhall go forward, Kate, at thy command:Obey the bride, you that attend on her : Go to the feaft, revel and domineer, Carouse full measure to her maidenhead, Be mad and merry, or go hang yourselves; But for my bonny Kate, she must with me.

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▾ the oats have eaten the horses.]—but their heads are grown too big for the stable door; they have eaten more than they are worth.

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your boots are green ;]-your fhoes are good.

Nay,

Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor ftare, nor fret;
I will be master of what is mine own:

She is my goods, my chattels; fhe is my house,
My houfhold-stuff, my field, my barn,

My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing;
And here fhe ftands, touch her whoever dare;
I'll bring my action on the proudeft he
That stops my way in Padua.-Grumio,
Draw forth thy weapon, we're befet with thieves;

Rescue thy mistress, if thou be a man :—
Fear not, fweet wench, they fhall not touch thee, Kate;
I'll 'buckler thee against a million.

[Exit Petruchio, and Katharine.
Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones.
Gre. Went they not quickly, I fhould die with laughing.
Tra. Of all mad matches, never was the like!
Miftrefs, what's your opinion of your fifter?

Bian. That, being mad herself, fhe's madly mated.
Gre. I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated.

Bap. Neighbours and friends, though bride and bride

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groom wants

For to fupply the places at the table,

You know, there wants no junkets at the feaft ;
Lucentio, you fhall have the bridegroom's place;
And let Bianca take her fifter's room,

Tra. Shall fweet Bianca practise how to bride it? Bap. She fhall, Lucentio. Come, gentlemen, let's go. [Exeunt.

Sly. Sim, when will" the fool come again?

Sim. Anon, my lord.

Sly. Give us fome more drink here; where's the tapfter?

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buckler]-protect. "the fool-Grumio.

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