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Luc. Preposterous ass! that never read so far
To know the cause why music was ordained
Was it not to refresh the mind of man,
After his studies, or his usual pain?
Then give me leave to read philosophy,
And, while I pause, serve in your harmony.

Hor. Sirrah, I will not bear these braves of thine.

Bian. Why, gentlemen, you do me double wrong,
To strive for that which resteth in my choice.
I am no breeching scholar in the schools;
I'll not be tied to hours, nor 'pointed times,
But learn my lessons as I please myself.
And, to cut off all strife, here sit we down.-
Take you your instrument, play you the whiles;
His lecture will be done ere you have tuned.
Hor. You'll leave his lecture when I am in tune ?

[To BIANCA.-HORTENSIO retires. Luc. That will be never !--Tune your instrument. Bian. Where left we last?

Luc. Here, madam.-
Hac ibat Simois ; hic est Sigeia tellus ;
Hic steterat Priami regia selsa senis.

Bian. Construe them.

Luc. Hac ibat, as I told you before, -Simois, I am Lucentio,- hic est, son unto Vincentio of Pisa, -Sigeia tellus, disguised thus to get your love ;-Hic steterat, and that Lucentio that comes a wooing, Priami, is my man Tranio,

- regia, bearing my port,-celsa senis, that we might beguile the old pantaloon.

Hor. Madam, my instrument's in tune. [Returning. Bian. Let's hear.

[HORTENSIO plays. O fie! The treble jars.

Luc. Spit in the hole, man, and tune again.

Bian. Now let me see if I can construe it. Hac ibat Simois, I know you not;hic est Sigeia tellus, I trust you not;- Hic steterat Priami, take heed he hear us not; regia, presume not; - celsa senis, despair not.

Hor. Madam, 'tis now in tune.

All but the base.
Hor. The base is right; 'tis the base knave that jars.
How fiery and forward our pedant is!
Now, for my life, the knave doth court my love.
Pedascule, I'll watch you better yet.

Bian. In time I may believe, yet I mistrust.

Luc. Mistrust it not; for sure, Æacides Was Ajax,— called so from his grandfather.


Bian. I must believe my master; else, I promise you, I should be arguing still upon that doubt. But let it rest.— Now, Licio, to you.Good masters, take it not unkindly, pray, That I have been thus pleasant with you both. Hor. You may go walk, [T. LUCENTIO.] and give me

leave awhile;
My lessons make no music in three parts.

Luc. Are you so formal, sir? Well, I must wait
And watch withal; for, but I be deceived,
Our fine musician groweth amorous.

Hor. Madam, before you touch the instrument,
To learn the order of my fingering,
I must begin with rudiments of art;
To teach you gamut in a briefer sort,
More pleasant, pithy, and effectual,
Than hath been taught by any of my trade. .
And there it is in writing, fairly drawn.

Bian. Why, I am past my gamut long ago.
Hor. Yet read the gamut of Hortensio.
Bian. [Reads.] Gamut I am, the ground of all accord,

A re, to plead Hortensio's passion ;
B mi, Bianca, take him for thy lord,

C faut, that loves with all affection ; D sol re, one cliff, two notes have I;

E la mi, show pity, or I die. Call

you this — gamut? Tut! I like it not: Old fashions please me best; I am not so nice, To change true rules for odd inventions.

Enter a Servant. Serv. Mistress, your father prays you leave your books, And help to dress your sister's chamber up; You know to-morrow is the wedding-day. Bian. Farewell, sweet masters both; I must be gone.

[Exeunt BIANCA and Servant. Luc. 'Faith, mistress, then I have no cause to stay.


Hor. But I have cause to pry into this pedant;
Methinks he looks as though he were in love.-
Yet if thy thoughts, Bianca, be so humble,
To cast thy wandering eyes on every stale,
Seize thee that list. If once I find thee ranging,
Hortensio will be quit with thee by changing.

[Erit. SCENE II. The same. Before Baptista's House. Enter BAPTISTA, GREMIO, TRANIO, KATHARINA, BIANCA,

LUCENTIO, and Attendants.
Bap. Seignior Lucentio, [To TRANIO.] this is the 'pointed

That Katharine and Petruchio should be married,
And yet we hear not of our son-in-law.
What will be said ? What mockery will it be,
To want the bridegroom, when the priest attends
To speak the ceremonial rites of marriage!
What says Lucentio to this shame of ours ?

Kath. No shame but mine. I must, forsooth, be forced
To give my hand, opposed against my heart,
Unto a mad-brain rudesby, full of spleen:
Who wooed in haste, and means to wed at leisure.
I told you, I, he was a frantic fool,
Hiding his bitter jests in blunt behavior;
And to be noted for a merry man,
He'll woo a thousand, 'point the day of marriage,
Make friends, invite them, and proclaim the bans ;
Yet never means to wed where he hath wooed.
Now must the world point at poor Katharine,
And say, — Lo, there is mad Petruchio's wife,
If it would please him come and marry her.

Tra. Patience, good Katharine, and Baptista too.
Upon my life, Petruchio means but well,
Whatever fortune stays him from his word;
Though he be blunt, I know him passing wise ;
Though he be merry, yet withal he's honest.
Kath. 'Would Katharine had never seen him though!

[Exit, weeping, followed by BIANCA and others.
Bap. Go, girl; I cannot blame thee now to weep;
For such an injury would vex a very saint,
Much more a shrew of thy impatient humor.

Enter BIONDELLO. 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?
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.

and sees you

Bap. When will he be here?
Bion. When he stands where I


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 turned; a pair of boots that have been candle-cases, one buckled, 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 hipped with an old mothy saddle, the stirrups of no kindred: besides, possessed with the glanders, and like to mose in the chine; troubled with the lampass, infected with 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; swayed in the back, and shoulder-shotten; ne'er legged before; and with a halfchecked bit, and a head-stall of sheep's leather; which, being restrained to keep him from stumbling, hath been often burst, and now repaired with knots; one girt six times pieced, 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?

Bion. O sir, his lackey, for all the world caparisoned like the horse; with a linen stock on one leg, and a kersey boothose on the other, gartered with a red and blue list; an old hat, and The humor of forty fancies, pricked 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 some odd humor pricks him to this fashion ! Yet oftentimes he goes but mean apparelled.

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.

Bion. Nay, by Saint Jamy, I hold you a penny, A horse and a man is more than one,


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.


Not so well apparelled 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 sad, fearing you would not come; Now sadder, that you come so unprovided. Fie! doff this habit, shame to your estate, An eye-sore to our solemn festival.

Tra. And tell us, what occasion of import
Hath all so 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,
Though in some part enforced to digress;
Which, at more leisure, I will so excuse
As you shall 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 clothes of mine.

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

To me she's married, not unto my clothes.
Could I repair what she will wear in me,
As I can 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 !

[Exeunt Per., GRU., and Bion. Tra. He hath some meaning in his mad attire. We will persuade him, be it possible, To put on better

go to church. Bap. I'll after him, and see the event of this. [Exit.

Tra. But, sir, to her 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,



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