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Are, to plead Hortenfio's paffion;
B mi, Bianca, take him for thy lord,
Cfaut, that loves with all affection;
D fol re, one cliff, but two notes have I.
Elami, fhow pity, or I die.

Call you this Gamut? tut, I like it not;
Old fashions please me beft; I'm not fo nice (17)
To change true rules for odd inventions.

Enter a Servant.

Serv. Miftrefs, your father prays you leave your books,

And help to dress your fifter's chamber up;
You know, to morrow is the wedding-day

Bian. Farewel, sweet masters, both; I must be gone. [Exit.

Luc. Faith, mistress, then I have no cause to stay. [Exit.

Hor. But I have cause to pry into this pedant; Methinks, he looks as tho' he were in love: Yet if thy thoughts, Bianca, be fo humble, To caft thy wandring eyes on every Stale; Seize thee, who lift; if once I find thee ranging, Hortenfio will be quit with thee by changing. [Exit.

Enter Baptifta, Gremio, Tranio, Catharina, Lucentio, Bianca, and attendants.

Bap. Signior Lucentio, this is the 'pointed day
That Cathrine and Petruchio fhould be married;
And yet we hear not of our fon-in-law.
What will be faid? what mockery will it be,

(17) Old Fashions please me beft: I'm not so nice To change true Rules for new Inventions.]

This is Senfe and the Meaning of the Paffage; but the Reading of the Second Verfe, for all that, is fophifticated. The genuine Copies all concur in Reading,

To change true Rules for old Inventions.

This, indeed, is contrary to the very Thing it should exprefs: But the cafy Alteration, which I have made, reftores the Senfe, but adds a Contraft in the Terms perfectly juft. True Rules are oppos'd to odd Inventions; i. e. Whimsies.


To want the Bridegroom, when the Priest attends
To speak the ceremonial rites of marriage?
What fays Lucentio to this fhame of ours?

Gath. No fhame, but mine; I muft, forfooth, be forc'd

To give my hand oppos'd against my heart,
Unto a mad-brain Rudesby, full of fpleen;
Who woo'd in hafte, and means to wed at leisure.
I told you, I, he was a frantick fool,
Hiding his bitter jefts in blunt behaviour:
And to be noted for a merry man,

He'll woo a thousand, 'point the day of marriage,
Make friends, invite, yes, and proclaim the banes;
Yet never means to wed, where he hath woo'd.
Now muft the world point at poor Catharine,
And fay, lo! there is mad Petruchio's wife,
If it would please him come and marry her.

Tra. Patience, good Catharine, and Baptifta too;
Upon my life, Petruchio means but well;
What ever fortune stays him from his word.
Tho' he be blunt, I know him paffing wife;
Tho' he be merry, yet withal he's honeft.

Cath. Would Catharine had never seen him tho'!
[Exit weeping.
Bap. Go, girl; I cannot blame thee now to weep;
For fuch an injury would vex a Saint,
Much more a Shrew of thy impatient humour.

Enter Biondello.

Bion. Mafter, Mafter; old news, and fuch news as you never heard of.

Bap. Is it new and old too? how may that be? 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 fees you there.

Tra. But, fay, 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-cafes, one buckled, another lac'd; an old rufty fword 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 faddle, the ftirrups of no kindred; befides, poffeft 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, paft cure of the fives, ftark spoiled with the ftaggers, begnawn with the bots, waid in the back and fhoulderfhotten, near-legg'd before, and with a half-checkt bit, and a headstall of fheep's leather, which being restrain'd, to keep him from ftumbling, hath been often burst, and now repair'd with knots; one girt fix times piec'd, and a woman's crupper of velure, which hath two letters for her name, fairly fet down in studs, and here and there piec'd with packthread.

Bap. Who comes with him?

Bion. Oh, Sir, his lackey, for all the world caparifon'd like the horse, with a linnen stock on one leg, and a kersey boot-hofe on the other, garter'd with a red and blue lift, an old hat, and the humour of forty fancies prickt up in't for a feather: a monfter, a very monster in apparel, and not like a chriftian footboy, or a gentleman's lackey.

Tra. 'Tis fome odd humour pricks him to this


Yet oftentimes he goes but mean apparell'd.

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

Bap. Didft thou not fay, he comes?

Bion. Who? that Petruchio came?

Bap. Ay, that Petruchio came.

Bion. No, Sir, I fay, his horfe comes with him on his back.


Bap. Why, that's all one.

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

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 fo well 'parell'd, as I wish you were. Pet. Were it better, I fhould rufh 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 faw fome wondrous monument, Some comet, or unufual prodigy?

Bap. Why, Sir, you know, this is your wedding-day: Firft, were we fad, fearing you would not come; Now fadder, that you come fo unprovided. Fie, doff this habit, fhame to your estate, An eye-fore to our folemn festival.

Tra. And tell us what occafion of import Hath all fo long detain'd you from your wife, And fent you hither fo unlike your felf?

Pet. Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear: Sufficeth, I am come to keep my word, Tho' in fome part enforced to digrefs, Which at more leifure I will fo excufe, As you fhall well be fatisfied withal. But, where is Kate? I ftay 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 vifit her.
Bap. But thus, I truft, you will not marry her.
Pet. Good footh, even thus; therefore ha'done with

To me fhe's married, not unto my cloaths:
Could I repair what he will wear in me,


As I could change these poor accoutrements,
"Twere well for Kate, and better for my self.
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 lovely kiss?


Tra. He hath fome meaning in his mad attire:
We will perfuade him, be it poffible,
To put on better ere he go to church.

Bap. I'll after him, and fee the event of this. [Exit.
Tra. But, Sir, our love concerneth us to add
Her Father's liking; which to bring to pafs,
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 fhall be Vincentio of Pisa,

And make affurance here in Padua
Of greater fums than I have promised:
So fhall you quietly enjoy your hope,
And marry fweet Bianca with confent.

Luc. Were it not, that my fellow fchool-mafter
Doth watch Bianca's fteps fo narrowly,
"Twere good, methinks, to fteal our marriage;
Which once perform'd, let all the world fay, no,
I'll keep my own, defpight 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 musician amorous Licio;
All for my master's fake, 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, fay you? 'tis a groom, indeed, A grumbling groom, and that the girl fhall find.

Tra. Curfter than the? why, 'tis impoffible.
Gre. Why, he's a devil, a devil, a very fiend.
Tra. Why, fhe's a devil, a devil, the devil's dam.


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