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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.
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
Tra. That by degrees we mean to look into,
S C Ε Ν Ε VI.
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. Tut, she's a lamb, a dove, a fool to him :
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,
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,
Bap. Is't possible you will away to-night?
Pet. I must away to-day, before night come.
Tra. Let us intreat you stay till after dinner.
Pet. I am content you shall intreat me stay;
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
[Exeunt Pet. and Cath. Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones. Gre. Went they not quickly, I should die with
Tra. Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it?