Though he be merry, yet withal he's honest. though! Kath. Would, Katharine had never seen him [Exit weeping. Bap. Go, girl; I cannot blame thee now to weep; For such an injury would vex a saint, Much more a shrew of thy impatient humour. Enter BIONDELLO. 120 Bion. Master, master! news, old news, and such news as you never heard of! Bap. Is it new and old too? how may that be? Bian. Why, is it not news, to hear of Petruchio's coming? Bap. Is he come ? Bion. Why, no, sir. Bap. What then? Bion. He is coming. 130 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 turn'd; a pair of boots that have been candle-cases, one buckled, another lac'd; an old rusty sword ta'en out of the town armory, with a broken hilt, and chapeless, with two broken points: His horse hip'd with an old mothy saddle, the stirrups of no kindred: besides, possess'd with the glanders, and like to mose in the chine; troubled with the lampass, infected with the ; 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 sway'd in the back, and shoulder-shotten; near-legg'd before, and with a half-check'd bit, and a headstall of sheep's leather; which, being restrain'd to keep him from stumbling, hath been often burst, and now repair'd with knots: one girt six times piec'd, 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 ♪ 153 Bion. Oh, sir, his lacquey, for all the world caparison'd like the horse; with a linen stock on one leg, and a kérsey boot-hose on the other, garter'd with a red and blue list; an old hat, and The humour of forty fancies prick'd in't for a feather: a monster, a very monster in apparel; and not like a christian foot-boy, or a gentleman's lacquey. 161 Tra. 'Tis some odd humour pricks him to this fashion ; Yet oftentimes he goes but mean apparell'd. 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 back. Bap. Why, that's all one. 2 170 Bion. Bion. Nay, by saint Jamy, I hold you a penny, A horse and a man is more than one, and yet not many. Enter PETRUCHIO, and GRUMIO. Pet. Come, where be these gallants? who is at home? Bap. You are welcome, sir. Pet. And yet I come not well. Bap. And yet you halt not. As I wish you were. frown: Pet. Were it better, I should rush in thus. 180. But where is Kate? where is my lovely bride?How does my father-Gentles, methinks you 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. Fye! doff this habit, shame to your estate, An eye-sore to our solemn festival. Tra. And tell us, what occasion of import Pet. Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear; 190 As you shall well be satisfied withal. But, But, where is Kate? I stay too long from her; 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 words; To me she's marry'd, not unto my clothes: 210 [Exit PET. GRU. and BION. Tra. He hath some 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. [Exit Tra. But, sir, our 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- G And And marry sweet Bianca with consent. Luc. Were it not that my fellow school-master Doth watch Bianca's steps so narrowly, 'Twere good, methinks, to steal our marriage; Which, once perform'd, let all the world say-no, I'll keep mine own, despight of all the world. Tra. That by degrees we mean to look intë, Re-enter GREMIO. 231 Signior Gremio! came you from the church? home? 240 Gre. A bridegroom, say you? 'tis a groom, in deed, A grumbling groom, and that the girl shall find. 250 This |