Tra. See not your bride in thefe unreverent robes; 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: [Exit. Pet. Gru. and Bion. Tra. He hath fome meaning in his mad attire: We will perfuade him, be it poffible, To put on better ere he go to church. Bap. I'll after him, and fee the event of this. I am to get a man,-whate'er he be, P'It skills not much; we'll fit him to our turn,- And make assurance, here in Padua, Of greater fums than I have promised. So fhall you quietly enjoy your hope, And marry sweet 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; [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. PIt fkills not much ;]-It is not very material. Y 2 Which Which once perform'd, let all the world fay-no, Re-enter Gremio. Signior Gremio! came you from the church? 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 [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 store of wedding cheer; Tra. Let us intreat you ftay 'till after dinner. 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. 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 ftay, intreat me how you can. Kath. Now, if you love me, ftay. 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; S You may be jogging, while your boots are green; 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 shall stay 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 fhe 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, the oats have eaten the horfes.]—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, Nay, look not big, nor ftamp, nor ftare, nor fret ; She is my goods, my chattels; fhe is my house, My horfe, my ox, my afs, my any thing; Draw forth thy weapon, we're befet with thieves; Fear not, fweet wench, they fhall not touch thee, Kate; [Exit Petruchio, and Katharine. Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones. Gre. Went they not quickly, I should die with laughing. Tra. Of all mad matches, never was the like! Miftrefs, what's your opinion of your sister? Bian. That, being mad herself, she's madly mated. Bap. Neighbours and friends, though bride and bridegroom' wants For to fupply the places at the table, You know, there wants no junkets at the feaft ;- Tra. Shall fweet Bianca practife how to bride it? Sly. Sim, when will" the fool come again? [Exeunt. Sly. Give us fome more drink here; where's the tapfter? buckler]-protect. the fool-Grumio, "wants]are wanting. Here, Y 4 |