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Bap. When will he be here?

Bion. When he stands where I am, and sees you 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 old breeches, thrice turned; 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 windgalls, sped with spavins, raied with the yellows, 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 halfchecked 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 two letters 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 boothose on the other, gartered with a red and blue list; an old hat, and The humor 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 humor pricks him to this fashion!— Yet oftentimes he goes but mean apparelled.

Bap. I am glad he is come, howsoever he comes.
Bion. Why, sir, he comes not.

Bap. Didst thou not say, he comes?

Bion. Who? that Petruchio came?

Bap. Ay, that Petruchio came.

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


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.


Pet. Come, where be these gallants? Who is at home?
Bap. You are welcome, sir.
Bap. And yet you halt not.

And yet I come not well.


As I wish you were.

Not so well apparelled

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.
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?


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

As I can

To me she's married, not unto my clothes.
Could I repair what she will wear in me,
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!

Tra. He hath some

[Exeunt PET., GRU., and BION. 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.

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,

"I were good, methinks, to steal our marriage;
Which once performed, 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 overreach the graybeard, Gremio,
The narrow-prying father, Minola;
The quaint musician, amorous Licio;
All for my master's sake, Lucentio.-

Re-enter GREMIO.

Seignior 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 indeed,
A grumbling groom, and that the girl shall find.
Tra. Curster than she? Why, 'tis impossible.
Gra. 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 amazed, the priest let fall the book:
And, as he stooped again to take it up,
The mad-brained 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 stamped 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 carousing to his mates
After a storm;- quaffed off the muscadel,
And threw the sops all in the sexton's face;
Having no other reason,-

But that his beard grew thin and hungerly,

And seemed to ask him sops as he was drinking.
This done, he took the bride about the neck,
And kissed her lips with such a clamorous smack,
That, at the parting, all the church did echo.
I, seeing this, came thence for very shame;
And after me, I know, the rout is coming.
Such a mad marriage never was before;
Hark, hark! I hear the minstrels play.



Pet. Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for your pains. 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 come.-
Make it no wonder; if you knew my business,
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.


Pet. It cannot be.

Pet. I am content.


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.

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


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:
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'ythec, 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.

Kath. Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner.I see a woman may be made a fool,

If she had not a spirit to resist.

Pet. They shall go forward, Kate, at thy command. Obey the bride, you that attend on her.

Go to the feast, 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.
Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret;
I will be master of what is mine own.

She is my goods, my chattels; she is my house,
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 PET., KATH., and GRU.

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!
Luc. Mistress, what's your opinion of your sister?
Bian. That being mad herself, she's madly mated.

Gre. I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated.

Bap. Neighbors and friends, though bride and bridegroom wants

For to supply the places at the table,

You know there wants no junkets at the feast.—
Lucentio, you shall supply the bridegroom's place,
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.


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