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

And help to dress your sister's chamber up; 1on know, to-morrow is the wedding-day. Bian. Farewell, sweet masters, both; I must be gone. [Exeunt BIANCA & Servant. 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 though he were in love:Yet if thy thoughts, Bianca, be so humble, To cast thy wand'ring eyes on every stalet, Seize thee, that list: If once I find thee ranging, Hortensio will be quit with thee by changing. [Exit. SCENE II. The same. Before Baptista's

House.

Enter BAPTISTA, GREMIO, TRANIO, KATHA
RINA, BIANCA, LUCENTIO,& Attendants.
Bap. Signior Lucentio, [70 TRAN10.] this
is the 'pointed day.
[ried,
That Katharine and Petruchio should be mar
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, for-
sooth, be forced

To give my hand, opposed against my heart,
Into a mad-brain rudesby, full of spleenį;
Who woo'd in haste, and means to wed at lei-
I told you; I, he was a frantic fool, [sure.
Hiding his bitter jests in blunt behaviour:
And, to be noted for a merry man,
He'll woo a thousand, 'point the day of mar-
riage,
[banns;
Make friends, invite, yes, and proclaim the
Yet never means to wed where he hath woo'd.
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 Bap-

وام ; tista 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

Loweep

Much more a shrew of thy impatient humour. 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, nó, sir. Bap. What then? Bion. He is coming.

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, Petrichio is coning, 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 windlows, past cure of the fives 1, stark spoiled galls, sped with spavins, raied with the yel with the staggers, begnawn with the bots; swayed in the back, and shoulder shotten; ne'er-legged before, and with a half-checked 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 wo man's crupper of velure, which hath two letters for her name, fairly set down in studs, and here and there pieced with packthread. . Bip. 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 boot-huse on the other, gartered with a red and blue list; an old hat, and The humour of forty fancies pricked in't for a feather: a monster, a very monster in apparel; and not like a christian footboy, or a gentleinan's lackey:

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, howsoe'er he

Velvet.

s Farcy. far

|| Vives; a Stocking.

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 wed ding-day: [come; First were we sad, fearing you would not 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; [church. The morning wears, 'tis time we were at Tra. See not your bride in these unreverent robes;

her.

T

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
[done with words;
Pet. Good sooth, even thus; therefore have
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 PETRUCHIO, GRUMI0, and BIONDELLO.

Tra. He hath some meaning in his mad We will persuade him, be it possible, [attire: To put on better ere he go to church. Bap. I'll after him, and see the event of [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,

this.

It skills not much; we'll fit him to our turn,
And he shall be Vincentio of Pisa;
And make assurance, here in Padua,
Of greater sums than I have promised.
So shall you quietly enjoy your hope,
And marry sweet Bianca with consent.

1

Luc. Were it not that my fellow school...master log

Doth watch Bianca's steps so narrowly,
Twere good, methinks, to steal our marriage;
Which once perform'd, let all the world say
110,

I'll keep mine own, despite 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 grey beard, Gremio,
The narrow-prying father, Minola;
The quaint musician, amorous Licio;
All for my master's sake, Lucentio.-
Re-enter GREMIO.

w Signior Gremio! came you from the church? Gre. As willingly as e'er I came from

school. I Tra. And is the bride and bridegroom coming home? [indeed, Gre. A bridegroom, say you? 'tis a groom, A grumbling groom, and that the girl shall find.

Tra. Carster than she? why, 'tis impossi

ble.

[fiend. Gre. Why, he's a devil, a devil, a very Tra. Why, she's a devil, a devil, the de[him.

vil's dam.

Gre. Tut! she's a lamb, à dove, a fool to I'll tell you, sir Lucentio; When the priest Should ask-if Katharine should be his wife, Ay, by gogs-wouns, quoth he; and swore so loud,

That, all amazed, the priest let fall the book:
And, as he stoop'd again to take it up,
The mad-brain'd bridegroom took him such a
cuff,
(priest;
That down fell priest and book, and book and
Now take them up, quoth he, if any list.
Tra. What said the wench, when he arose
again?
[stamp'd, and swore,
Gre. Trembled and shook; for why, he
As if the vicar meant to cozen him.
But after many ceremonies done,
He calls for wine:-A health, quoth he; as if
He had been aboard carousing to his mates
After a storin:--Quaff'd off the muscadel §,
And threw the sops all in the sexton's face;
Having no other reason,—

But that his beard grew thin and hungerly, And seem'd to ask him sops as he was drinking. This done, he took the bride about the neck; And kiss'd her lips with suc

with such a clamorous

smack, so That, at the parting, all the church did echo. I, seeing this, came thence for very shame; And after me, I know, the rout is coming: Such a mad marriage never was before; Hark, hark! I hear the minstrels play.

Curt. Away, you three-inch fool! I am no beast.

Gru. Am I but three inches? why, thy horn is a foot; and so long am I, at the least. But wilt thou make a fire, or shall I complain on thee to our mistress, whose hand (she being now at hand) thou shalt soon feel, to thy cold comfort, for being slow in thy hot office.

Curt. I pr'ythee, good Grumio, tell me, How goes the world?

Gru. A cold world, Curtis, in every office but thine; and, therefore, fire: Do thy duty. and have thy duty; for my master and mistress are almost frozen to death.

Curt. There's fire ready; And therefore, good Grumio, the news?

Gru. Why, Jack boy! ho boy! and as much news as thou wilt.

Curt.Come, you are so full of coney-catching: Gru. Why therefore, fire; for I have caught extreme cold. Where's the cook? is supper ready, the house trimmed, rushes strewed, cobwebs swept; the serving-men in their new fustian, their white stockings, and every officer his wedding-garment on? Be the Jacks fair within, the Jills fair without, the carpets laid, and every thing in order?

Curt. All ready; And, therefore, I pray thee, news?

Gru. First, know, my horse is tired; my master and mistress fallen out.

Curt. Here.

Gru. There.

Curt. By this reckoning, he is more shrew than she.

Gru. Ay; and that, thou and the proudest of you all shall find, when he comes home. But what talk I of this ?-call forth Nathaniel, Joseph, Nicholas, Philip, Walter, Sugarsop, and the rest; let their heads be sleekly combed, their blue coats brushed, and their garters of an indifferent knit: let them curtsey with their left legs; and not presume to touch a hair of my master's horse-tail, till they kiss their hands. Are they all ready? Curt. They are.

Gru. Call them forth.

Curt. Do you hear, ho? you must meet my master, to countenance my mistress. Gru. Why, she hath a face of her own. Curt. Who knows not that?

Gru. Thou, it seems; that callest for company to countenance her.

Curt. I call them forth to credit her. Gru. Why, she comes to borrow nothing of them.

Enter several Servants.
Nath. Welcome home, Grumio.
Phil. How now, Grumio?
Jos. What, Grumio!
Nich. Fellow Grumio!
Nuth. How now, old lad?

Gru. Welcome, you ;-how now, you; what, you ;-fellow, you;-and thus much for greeting. Now, my spruce companions, is all ready, and all things neat?

Nath. All things is ready: How near is our master?

Gru. E'en at hand, alighted by this; and therefore be not,- -Cock's passion, silence!

I hear my master.

Enter PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA. Pet. Where be these knaves? What, no man at door,

To hold my stirrup, nor to take my horse!
Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip!

All Serv. Here, here, sir; here, sir. [sir!Pet. Here, sir! here, sir! here, sir! here, You logger-headed and unpolish'd grooms! What, no attendance? no regard? no duty?Where is the foolish kuave I sent before?

Gru. Here, sir; as foolish as I was before. Pet. You peasant swain! you whoreson malt-horse drudge!

Did I not bid thee meet me in the park,
And bringalong these rascal knaves with thee?
Gru. Nathaniel's coat, sir, was not fully

made,

(heel;

And Gabriel's pumps were all unpink'd i'the There was no links to colour Peter's hat, And Walter's dagger was not come from sheathing:

There were none fine, but Adam, Ralph, and Gregory;

The rest were ragged, old, and beggarly;