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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


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,


put on better ere he go to church.


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;


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

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• 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 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


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 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.


[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. 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.


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.


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


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


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?

u wants]-are wanting.


buckler]-protect. "the fool-Grumio.

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