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son'd like the horse, with a linnen stock on one leg, and a kersey boot-hose on the other, garter'd with a red and blue lift, an old hat, and the humour of forty fancies pricke 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 sometimes he goes but mean apparell’d.

Bap. I am glad he is come, howsoever he comes.
Bion. Why, Sir, he comes not.
Bap. Didit thou not say, he comes ?
Bion. Who? that Petrucbio came not.
Bap. Ay, that Petruchio came.
Bion. No, Sir; I fay, 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



An old bat, and the humour their makers with exquisite huof forty fancies prickt up in't for mour. In Nuch ads about 10a fearber:) This was some bal- shing, he makes Benedict say, lad or drollery of that time, Prove that ever I lose more blood which the Poet here ridicules, with love than I get again with by making Petruchio prick it up drinking, prick out my eyes zith a in his foot-boy's old hat for a ballad maker's pen. As the bluntfeather. His speakers are per- ness of it would make the exepetually quoting scraps and stan- cution of it extremely painful. zas of old Ballads, and often ve And again in Troilus and Crellida, ry obscurely; for, fo well are Pandarus in his distress, having they adapted to the occasion, repeated a very stupid fianza that they seem of a piece with from an old ballad, says, with the rest. In Shakespear's time, the highest humour, Ibere never the kingdom was over-run with was a truer rhyme ; let us caft athese doggrel compofitions. And way nothing, for we may lize to he seems to have born them a have need of such a verse. We very particular grudge. He fre- see it, we jee it. quently ridicules both them and


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Enter Petruchio and Grumio fantastically habited.

Pet. Come, where be these gallants ? who is at

Bap. You're welcome, Sir.
Pet. And yet I come not well.
Bap. And yet you halt not.
Tra. Not so well 'parelld, 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, ladder, that you come so unprovided.
Fy, doff this habit, shame to your estate,
An eye-fore to our solemn festival.

Tra. And tell us what occasion of import
Hath all so long detain'd 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 digrels”,
Which at more leisure I will fo 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 cloaths of mine.

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? To digrefs] To deviate from any promise.


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 she's married, not unto my cloaths ;
Could I repair what she will wear in me,
As I could 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? [Exit.

Tra. He hath some meaning in his mad attire :
We will persuade him, be it possible,
To put on better ere he go tò 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);
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 confent.

Luc. Were it not, that my fellow school-master
Doth watch Bianca's steps fo narrowly,
?Twere good, methinks, to steal our marriage;
Which once perform’d, let all the world say, 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 grey-beard Gremio,
The narrow-prying Father Minola,



The quaint musician amorous Licio ;
All for ny 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

Gre. A Bridegroom, say you? 'tis a groom, indeed,
A grumbling groom, and that the girl lhall find.

Tra. Curster than she? why, 'tis impossible.
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 you, Sir Lucentio ; when the Priest
Did afk, if Catbarine should be his wife?
Ay, by gogs-woons, quoth he: and swore so loud,
That, all amaz'd, the Priest let fall the book ;
And as he stoop'd again to take it up,
This mad-brain’d Bridegrooin took him such a cuff,
That down fell priest and book, and book and priest.
Now take them up, quoth he, if any

Tra. What said the wench, when he rose up again?
Gre. Trembled and shook ? for why, he stamp'd

and swore,
As if the Vicar meant to cozen him.
But after many ceremonies done,
He calls for wine: a health, quoth he; as if
H’ad been aboard carowsing to his Mates .
After a storm ; quafft off the muscadel,
And threw the fops all in the fexton's face ;
Havnig no other cause, but that his beard
Grew thin and hungerly, and seem'd to ask
His sops as he was drinking. This done, he took
The Bride about the neck, and kist her lips


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With such a clamorous smack, that at the parting
All the church echo'd; and I seeing this,
Came thence for very shame ; and after me,
I know, the rout is coming : Such a mad marriage
Ne'er was before.-Hark, hark, I hear the minstrels,

[Mufick plays.

Enter Petruchio, Catharina, Bianca, Hortensio, and

Pet. Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for your

I know, you think to dine with me to day,
And have prepar'd great store of wedding cheer ;
But so it is, my hafte doth call me hence;
And therefore here I mean to take my leave.

Bap. Is't possible, you will away to night?

Pet. I must away to day, before night come.
Make it na wonder; if you knew my business,
You would entreat me rather go than stay.
And, honest Company, I thank you all,
That have beheld me give away myself
To this molt patient, sweet and virtuous wife.
Dine with my father, drink a health to me,
For I must hence, and farewel to you all.

Tra. Let us entreat you stay 'till after dinner.
Pet. It may not be.
Gre. Let me entreat you.
Pet. It cannot be.
Cath. Let me entreat you.
Pet. I am content
Cath. Are you content to stay?

Pet. I am content, you shall entreat me, stay;
But yet not stay, 'entreat me how you can.

Cath. Now if you love me, stay. Pet. Grumio, my horses.

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