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LUCENTIO, BANCA, and attendants. Pap. Signior Lucentio, this is the pointed day That Cathrine and Petruchio should be married; And yet we hear not:of uur fon-in-law. What will be taid? what mockery will it be, To want the bridegroom, when the priest attends To speak the ceremonial rites of marriage ? What favs Lucentio to this shamc of ours?

Cath. No ihame, but mine; I must, forsooth, be To give myghand opposed against my heart, [forc'd Unto a mad-brain rudeiby, full of lp'een; Who woo'd in hale, and means to wed at leisure. I told you, I, he was a frantic fool, Hiding his bitter jests in blunt behaviour: And to be noted for a merry man, He'll wooe a thousand, ’point the day of marriage, Make friends, invite, yea, and proclaim the banns; Yet 'never means to wed where he hath wooed. Now mut the world point at poor Catharine, And say, lo! there is mad Petruchio's wife, If it would please him coine and marry her..

Tra. Patience, good Catharine, and Baptista too; Upon my life, Petruchio means but well, Whatever fortune stays hiin from his word. Tho' he be blunt, I know him pafling wise; Tlio’he be merry, yet withal he's honest. Cath. Would Catharine had never seen him tho'l.

[Exit weeping. Bap. Go, girl; I cannot blame thee now to weep; For fuch an injury would vex a faint, Much more a Ihrew of thy impatient humour.

Enter BIONDELLO. Bion. Master, master, old news, and such news as you never heard of.



Bap. Is it new and old too? how may that he ? : Bion. 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.
Bap. When will he be here?
Bion. When he ftands where I am, and sees you

Tra. But, say, what to thinė 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-eases, one bučkled, 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 hip’d with an old mothy saddle, the stirrups of no kindred; besides, poffeífed with the glanders, and like to mofe in the chine, troubled with the lampaffe, infected with the fashions, full of windgalls, fped with spavins; raied with the yellows, past cure of the fives, Itark spoiled with the staggers, begnawn with the bots, waid in the back and shoulder-shotten, ncar-legged before, and with a half-checkt bit, and a headitalf of theep's leather, which being restrained, to keep him froin stumbling, hath been often burst, and now repaired with knots; one girth six times pieced, and a wonian's crupper of velure, which hath two letters for her name, fairly fet down in ftuds, and here and there pieced with packthread.

Bap. Who comes with him?

Bior. Oh, Sir, his lackey, for all the world caparisoned like the horfe, with a linen stock on one leg, and a kersey boot-hofe on the other, gartered


with a red and blue list, an old hat, and the hu. mour of forty fancies prickt up 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 fome odd humour pricks him to this fashion; yet oftentimes he goes but mean apparelled.

Bap. I am glad he's come, howsoever he comes.
Bion. Why, Sir, he comes not.
Bap. Didit 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,

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

many. Enter PETRUCX10 and GRUMIO fantastically habited. Pet.Come, where be these gallants? who is athome? Bap. You're welcome, Sir., Pet. And yet I come not well. Bap. And yet you halt not. Tra. Not to well 'parelled 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 monuments, Some comet, or unusual prodigy ? : [day:

Bap. Why, Sir, you know this is your wedding: Firit, were we fad, fearing you would not comes Now fadder, that you come fo, unprovided. Fy, doff this habit, shame to your estate, An eye-fore to our solemn festival!

Tra. And tell us what occasion of import

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Hath all fo long detained 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 digrefs,
Which at more leisure I will fo excule,

shall well be fatisfied 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 theft unreverentrobes;
Go to my chamber, put on cloaths of,

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 fhe's married, not unto my cloaths:
Could I repair what she will wear in me,
As I could change these poor accoutreinents,
'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 feal the title with a lovelý kiss? [Exit.

Tra. He hath some meaning in his mad attire
We will persuade him, be it poflible,
To put on better ere he go toʻchurch.

Bap. I'll after him and see the event of this: [Exit.

Tra: But, Sir, our love concernéth us to add
Her father's liking; which to bring to país,
As I before imparted to your Worship,
I am to get a pian, (whate'er he be,
It fkills not much; we'll fit him to our turn;)
And he shall be Vincentio of Pisa,
And make alluránce here in Padtals 1.3.1
of greater fums than I have promised!
So Thall you quietly enjoy your hope,
And marry fwcet Bianca with content.

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Luc. Were it not that my fellow schoolmaster
Doth watch Bianca's fteps to narrowly,
'Twere good, methinks, to steal our marriage; i
Which once performed, let all the world fay, 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 this business :
We'll over-reach the gray-beard Gremio,
The narrow prying father Minola,
The quaint-mufician amorous Licio;
All for my mafter's fake, Lucentio.

Now, Signior Gremio, come you from the church?

Gre. As willingly as e'er I came from Ichool. Tra. And is the bride and bridegroom coming

home? fre. A bridegroom, fay you? 'tisa groom, indeed, A grimbling groom, and that the girl fhall find,

Tra. Curlter than she? why, 'tis impoflible.
Gre. 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


Sir Lucentio ; when the priest
Should ask if Catharine should be his wife?
Ay, by gogs woons, quoth he; and iwore so loud,

That, all amazed, the priest let fall the book;
And as he stooped again to take it up,
This mad-brained bridegroom took him fuch a cuff,
That down fell priest and book, and book and prielt.
Now, take them up, quoth he, if any lift.

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

Gre. Trembled and shook; for why, he stamped As if the vicar meant to cozen him. [and (vore, But after many ceremonies done, He calls for wine: a health, quoth he; as if

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