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Bap. Why, that's all one.

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


SCE N E IV. Enter Petruchio and Grumio fantastically habited. Pet. Come, where be these gallants ? who is at

home? Bap. You're welcome, Sir. Pet. And yet I come not well. Bap. And yet you halt not. Tra. Not so well 'parell'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 fad, fearing you would not come; Now sadder, that you come so unprovided. Fy, doff this habit, shame to your estate, An eye-fore to our solemn festival.

Tra. And tell us what occcasion of import Hath all so long detain'd you from your wife, 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, Tho' in some part enforced to digress, Which at more leisure I will so excuse, As you fall 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 cloaths of mine.

Pet. Not I; believe me, thus I'll visit her.
Bap. But thus, I trust, you will not marry her.

Pet. Good footh, even thus; therefore ha done

with words; To me she's married, not unto my cloaths. Could I repair what she will wear in me, As I could 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! [Exit.

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

[Exit. S CE NE V. Tra. But, Sir, our love concerneth us to add Her father's liking; whiclt 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'il fit him to our turn;) And he shall be Vincentio of Pisa, And make afurance here in Padua Of grea'er' fums than I have promised : So Thail you quietly enjoy your hope, And marry sweet Bianca with consent.

Luc. Were it not that my fellow schoolmaster
Doth watch Bianca's steps fo narrowly,
'Twere good, methinks, to steal our marriage;
Which once perform’d, let all the world say no,
I'll keep my own, despight of all the world.

Tra. That by degrees we mean to look into,
And watch our vantage in his business:
Well over-reach the grey-beard Gremio,
The narrow-prying father. Minola,
The quaint milician, amorous Licio,
All for my master's lake, Lucentio.


Enter Gremio. Now, 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 indeed, A grumbling groom, and that the girl shall find.

Tra, Curster than she? why, 'tis impollible.
Gre. Why, he's a devil, à 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 Catharine should be his wife ?
Ay, by gogs-woons, quoth he; and fwore lo 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 such a cuff,
That down fell priest and book, and book and
Now take them up, quoth he, if any lift. [priest.

Tra.What said the wench, when he rose up again?

Gre. Trembled and shook; for 'why, he stamp'd . As if the Vicar meant to cozen him. [and swore, , But after many ceremonies done, He calls for wine : a health, quoth he: as if H’ad been aboard carowsing to his mates After a storin ; quaff’d off the muscadel, And threw the fops all in the sexton's face; ; Having no other cause, but that his beard Grew thin and hungerly, and seein'd to ask His fops as he was drinking. This done, he took The bride about the neck, and kiss'd her lips With such a clamorous smack, that at the parting All the chruch echo'd; and!, seeing this, Came thence for very shame; and after me, I know, the rout is coming. Such a mad marriage Ne'er was before.- Hark, hark, I hear the minstrels,

[Music plays.

S C Ε Ν Ε VII.' Enter Petruchio, Catharina, Bianca, Hortenfio,

and Baptista. Pet. Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for your pains;

I know you think tó dine with me to-day,
And have prepar'd great store of wedding chear;
But fo 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 intreat 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 intreat you stay till after dinner.
Pet. It may not be.
Gre. Let me intreat you.
Pet. It cannot be.
Cath. Let me intreat you.
Pet. I am content-
Cath. Are you content to stay ?

Pet. I am content you shall intreat me stay;
But yet not stay, intreat me how you can.
Cath. Now, if you


me, stay. Pet. Grumio, my horses.

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

Cath. Nay, then, Do what thou canst, I will not go to-day; No, nor to-morrow, nor 'rill I please myself. The door is open ; Sir, there lyes your way, You may be jogging, while your boots are green; For me, I'll not go '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, prythee, be not

angry: Cath. I will be angry; what hast thou to do? Father, be quiet; he ihail stay my leisure.

Gre, Ay, marry, Sir; now it begins to work.

Cath. Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner, I fee a woman may be made a fool, If she had not a spirit to relist.

Pet. They shall go forward, Kate, at thy com

Obey the bride, you that attend on her :
Go to the feast, revel and domineer ;
Carouse full measure to her maiden-head;
Be mad and merry, or go hang your selves;
But for my bonny Kate, she must with me.
Náy, look not big, nor stamp, nor ftare, nor fret.
I will be master of what is mine own :
She is my goods, my chattels, she is my house,
My houshold-stuff, my field, my barn,
My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing;
And here she stands, touch her who ever 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,

I'll buckler thee against a million.

[Exeunt Pet. and Cath. Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones. Gre. Went they not quickly, I should die with

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 inadly mated.
Gre. I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated.
Bap. Neighbours and friends, though bride and

bridegroom want
For to supply the places at the table,
You know there wants no junkets at the feast:
Lucentio, you supply the bridegroom's place;
And let Bianca take her sister's room.

Tra. Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it?
Bap. She Mall, Lucentio : gentlemen, let's go.


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