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Enter BAPTISTA.

good Cambio!-But, gentle sir, [To Tranio ) methinks
Bap. Why, how now, dame! whence grows this in- you walk like a stranger. May I be so bold to know the Frets,
solence?

cause of your coming ?
Bianca, stand aside ! - poor girl! she weeps : Tra. Pardon me, sir, the boldness is mine own;
Go ply thy neddle; meddle pot with her!

That, being a stranger in this city here,
For shame, thou hilding of a devilish spirit, Do make myself a suitor to your daughter,
Why dost thou wrong her, that did ne'er wrong thee? Unto Bianca, fair, and virtuous.
When did she cross thee with a bitter word ?

Noris your firm resolve unknown to me,
Cath. Her silence flouts me, and I'll be reveng'd. In the preferment of the elder sister.

(Flies after Bianca. This liberty is all that I request,
Bap. What, in my sight? — Bianca, get thee in! That upon knowledge of my parentage,

love? (Exit Bianca. I may have welcome 'mongst the rest that woo,

10. Los Cath. Will you not suffer me? Nay, pow I sec, And free access and favour as the rest.

Bap. She is your treasure, she must have a husband; And toward the education of your daughters, I must dance bare-foot on her wedding-day,

I here bestow a simple instrument, And, for your love to her, lead apes in heli.

And this small packet of Greek and Latin books:
Talk not to me! I will go sit and weep,

If you accept them, then their worth is great.
Till I can find occasion of revenge. [Exit Catharina. Bap. Lucentio is your name? of whence, I pray?
Bap. Was ever gentleman thus griev'd as I?

Tra, Of Pisa, sir; son to Vincentio.
But who comes here?

Bap. A mighty man of Pisa, by report;
Enter Gremio, with Lucentio in the habit of a mean I know him well : you are very welcome, sir.
mun; Petroch10, with Hortensio as a Musician; Take you [To Hor.] the lute, and you [To Luc.) the set
and Tranio, with Biondello bearing a lute and of books,
books.

You shall go see your pupils presently.
Gre. Good-morrow, neighbour Baptista!

Holla, within!
Bup. Good-morrow, neighbour Gremio! God save

Enter a Servant.

Then you, gentlemen! Sirrah, lead

And s
Pet. And you, good sir! Pray, have you not a daughter These gentlemen to my daughters; and tellthem both,
Callid Catharina, fair, and virtuous?

These are their tutors; bid them use them well.
Bap. I have a daughter, sir, call'd Catharina !

[Exit Servant, with Hortensio, Lucentio, and
Gre. You are too blunt, go to it orderly.

Biondello.
Pet. You wrong me,signior Gremio; give me leave! — We will go walk a little in the orchard,
I am a gentleman of Verona, sir,

And then to dinner. You are passing welcome,
That, -- hearing of her beauty, and her wit,
And so I pray you all to think yourselves.

Coc
Her affability, and bashful modesty,
Pet. Signior Baptista, my business asketh haste,

с
Her wondrous qualities, and mild behaviour, – And every day Icannot come to woo.
Am bold to show myself a forward guest

You knew my father well; and iu him, me,
Within your house, to make mine eye the witness Left solely heir to all his lands and goods,

PE
Of that report, which I so oft have heard.
Which I have better'd rather than decreas'd.

Ane
And, foran entrance to my entertainment,
Then tell me, --if I get your daughter's love,

But I do present you with a man of mine,

What dowry shall I have with her to wife?
[Presenting Hortensio. Bup. After my death, the one half of my lands,

for Cunning in music, and the mathematics,

And, in possession, twenty thousand crowns.
To instruct her fully in those sciences,

Pet. And, for that dowry, I'll assure her of
Whereof, I know, she is not ignorant.

Her widowhood, beit that she survive me,
Accept of him, or else you do me wrong;

In all my lands and leases whatsoever.
His name is Licio, born in Mantua.

Let specialties be therefore drawn between us,
Bap. You're welcome,sir; and he,for your good sake: That covenants may be kept on either hand!
But for my daughter Catharina, — this I know,

Bap: Ay, when the special thing is well obtain'd,
She is not for your turn, the more my grief.

That is, - her love; for that is all in all.
Pet, I sce, you do not mean to part with her; Pet. Why, that is nothing; for I tell you, father,
Or else you like not of my company.

I am as peremptory, as she proud-minded;
Bap. Mistake me not, I speak but as I find.

And where two raging fires meet together,
Whence are you, sir? what may I call your name? They do consume the thing that feeds their fury:
Pet. Petruchio is my name, Antonio's son,

Though little fire grows great with little wind,
A man well known throughout all staly.

Yet extreme gusts will blow outfire and all:
Bap. I know him well : you are welcome for his sake. So I to her, and so she yields to me;
Gre. Saving your tale, Petruchio, I pray,

For I am rough, and woo not like a babe.
Letns, that are poor petitioners, speak too:

Bap. Well may'st thou woo, and happy bethy speed!
Baccare! you are marvellous forward.

But he thou arm’d for some unhappy words! Bet, 0, pardon me, siguior Gremio; I would fain be Pet. Ay, to the proof; as mountaius are for winds, doing.

That shake not, though they blow perpetually.
Gre. I doubt it not, sir ; but you will curse your Re-enter Hortensio, with his headbroken.
wooing.

Bap. How now, my friend? why dost thou look so
Neighbour, this is a gift very grateful, I am sure ofit. pale?
To express the like kindness myself, that have been

Hor. For fear, I promise you, if I look pale.
more kindly beholden to you than any, I freely give Bap.What, will my daughter prove a good musician?
you

this young scholar, (Presenting Lucentio.] Hor. I think, she'll sooner prove a soldier ;
that hath been long studying at Rheims; as cunning in Iron may hold with her, but never lutes.
Greek, Latin, and other languages, as the other in mu Bap. Why,then thou canst not break her to the lute?
sic and mathematics : his name is Cambio; pray, accept Hor. Why, no; for she hath broke the lute to me.
his service!

I did but tell her, she mistook her frets,
Bap. A thousand thanks, signior Gremio! welcome, And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering;

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Sour.

And say

When, with a most impatient devilish spirit,

Cath. In his tongue.
Frets, call you these? quoth she: I'll fume with them: Pet. Whose tongue ?
And, with that word, she struck me on the head, Cath. Your's, if you talk of tails; and so farewell!
And through the instrument my pate made way; Pet. What, with my tongue in your tail ? nay, como
And there I stood amazed for a while,

again,
As on a pillory, looking through the lute,

Good Kate; I am a gentleman.
While she did call me, rascal fiddler,

Cath. That I'll try.

[Striking him.
And twangling Jack; — with twenty such vile terms, Pet. I swear I'll cuff you, if you strike again.
As she had studied to misuse me so.

Cath. So may you lose your arms:
Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench; If you strike me, you are no geutleman ;
I love her ten times more than e'er I did:

And if no gentleman, why, then no arms.
o, how I long to have some chat with her!

Pet. A herald, Kate? 0, put me in thy books !
Bap. Well, go with me, and be not so discomfited! Cuth. What is your crest? a coxcomb ?
Proceed in practice with my younger daughter; Pet. A combless cock, so Kate will be my hen.
She's apt to learn, and thankful for good turns. Cath. No cock of mine, you crow too like a craven.
Signior Petruchio, will you go with us?

Pet. Nay, come, Kate, come; you must not look so
Or shall I send my daughter Kate to you?
Pet. I pray you do, I will attend her here,

Cath. Itis my fashion, when I see a crab.
(Exeuni Baptista, Gremio, Trunio,and Hortensio. Pet. Why here's no crab; and therefore look not sour!
And woo her with some spirit, when she comes. Cath. There is, there is.
Say, that she rail, why, then I'll tell her plain,

Pet. Then show it me!
She sings as sweetly, as a nightingale.

Cath. Had I a glass, I would.
Say, that she frown, I'll say, she looks as clear, Pet. What, you mean my face?
As morning roses newly wash'd with dew.

Cath. Wellaim'd of such a young one.
Say, she be mute, and will not speak a word.

Pet. Now, by St George, I am too young for you.
Then I'll commend her volubility,

Cath. Yet you are wither'd.
she uttereth piercing eloquence.

Pet. 'Tis with cares.
If she do bid me pack, I'll give her thanks,

Cath. I care not.
As though she bid me stay by her a week;

Pet. Nay, hear you, Kate:in sooth, you’scape not so.
If she deny to wed, I'll crave the day

Cath. I chafe you, if I tarry; let me go!
When I shall ask the banns, and when be married. – Pet. No, not a whit; I find you passing gentle.
But here she comes; and now, Petruchio, speak! 'Twas told me, you were rough, and coy, and sullen,
Enter CATHARINA.

And now I find report a very liar;
Good-morrow, Kate; for that's your name, I hear. For thou art pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous;
Cath. Well have you heard, but something hard of But slow in speech, yet sweet, as spring-time flowers :
hearing;

| Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look askance, They call me Catharine, that do talk of me.

Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will ;
Pet. You lie, in faith ; for you are call'd plain Kate, Norhast thou pleasure to be cross in talk;
And bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst; But thou with mildness entertain'st thy wooers,
But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom, With gentle conference, soft and affable.
Kate of Kate-Hall, my super-dainty Kate,

Why does the world report, that Kate doth limp? For dainties are all cates: and therefore, Kate, O slanderous world! Kate, like the hazle-twig, Take this of me, Kate of my consolation ; –

Is straight and slender; and as brown in hue, Hearing thy mildness prais'd in every town,

As hazle nuts, and sweeter, than the kernels. Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded, 0, let me see thee walk! thou dost not halt. (Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs,

Cath. Go, fool, and whom thou keep'st command. Myself am mov’d to woo thee for my wife.

Pet. Did ever Dian so become a grove,
Cath. Moy'd ! in good time: let him, that mov'd you AsKate this chamber with her princely gait?
hither,

o, be thou Dian, and let her be Kate; Remove you hence; I knew you at the first,

And then let Kate be chaste, and Dian sportful! You were a moveable.

Cath. Where did you study all this goodly speech?
Pet. Why, what's a moveable?

Pet. It is extempore, from my mother-wit.
Cath. A joint-stool.

Cath. A witty mother! witless else her son.
Pet. Thou hast hit it: come, sit on me!

Pet. Am I not wise?
Cath. Asses are made to bear, and so are you.

Cath. Yes; keep you warm!
Pet. Women are made to bear, and so are you. Pet. Marry, so I mean, sweet Catharine, in thy bed :
Cath. No such jade, sir, as you, if me you mean. And therefore, setting all this chat aside,
Pet. Alas, good Kate! I will not burdeu thee; Thus in plain terms: Your father has consented,
For, knowing thce to be but young and light, That you shall be my wife; your dowry 'greed on;
Cath. Toolight for such a swain, as you to catch; And, will you, nill you, I will marry you.
And yet as heavy, as my weight should be.

Now, Kate, I am a husband for your turn;
Pet. Should be? should buz.

For, by this light, whereby I see thy beauty,
Cath. Well ta'en, and like a buzzard.

(Thy beauty, that doth make me like thee well,) Pet. O,slow-wing'd turtle! shall a buzzard take thee? Thou must be married to no man bat me: Cath. Ay, for a turtle; as he takes a buzzard. For I am he, am born to tame yon, Kate; Pet. Come, come, you wasp; i’faith, you are too And bring you from a wild cat to'a Kate angry.

Conformable, as other household Kates. Cath. If I be waspish, best beware my sting!

Here comes your father; never make denial, Pet. My remedy is then, to pluck it out.

I must and will have Katharine to my wife. Cath. Ay, if the fool could find it, where it lies.

Re-enter Baptista, Gremio, and Travio.
Pet. Who knows not, where a wasp doth wear his Bap. Now,
sting?

Signior Petruchio : How speed you with
My daughter?

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Pet. How but well, sir? how but well ?
My hangings all of Tyrian tapestry:

Then givet
It were impossible, I should speed amiss.
In ivory coilers I have stufl’d my crowns,

And wheni Bap. Why, how now, daughter Catharine? in your In cypress chests my arras, counterpoints,

You:lecta: dumps ?

Costly apparel, tents, and canopies,
Çuth. Call you me, danghter? now I promise you, Fine linen, Turkey cushions boss’d with pearl,

0 0 0% th You have show'd a tender fatherly regard,

Valance of Venice gold in needle-work,
To wisk me wed to one half lunatic;

Pewter and brass, and all things that belong
A mad-cap ruffian, and a swearing Jack,
To house, or house-keeping: then, at my farm,

Theo gives That thinks with oaths to face the matter ont. I have a hundred milch-kine to the pail,

And, while Pet. Father, 'tis thus, -yourself and all the world, Sixscore fatoxen standing in my stalls,

Her. Sirr That talk'd of her, have talk'd amiss of her; And all things answerable to this portion.

Biar. W If she be curst, it is for policy: Myself am struck in years, I must confess;

lostrive fo For she's not froward, but modest as the dove; And, if I die to-morrow, this is hers,

lingobre She is not hot, but temperate as the mord;

If, whilst I live, she will be only mine. For patience she will prove a second Grissel;

Tra. That, only, came well in.--Sir, list to me,
And Roman Lucrece for her chastity:

I am my father's heir, and only son :
And to conclude, -we have 'greed so well together, If I may have your daughter to my wife,
That upou Sunday is the wedding day.
I'll leave her houses three or four as good,

is lecturi Cath.' i'll see thee hang'd on Sunday first.

Within rich Pisa walls, as anyone
Gre. Hark, Petruchio! she says, she'll see the hang’d old siguior Gremio has in Padua;
first.
Besides two thousand ducats by the vear,

Lạc. Th
Tra. Is this your specding ? nay, then, good night of fruitfulland, all which shall be her jointure.--
our part!
What, havelpinch'd you, signior Gremio ?

Luc. He Pet. Be patieni, gentlemen ; I choose her for myself; Gre. Two thousand ducats by the year, of land! If she and I be pleas'd, what's that to you?

My land amounts not to so much in all: 'Tis bargain’d'twixt us twain, being alone,

That she shall have; besides an argosy, That she shall still be ciúrst in company.

That now is lying in Marseilles 'road:-
I tell you, 'tis incredible to believe,

What, have i chok'd you with an argosy?
How much she loves mae. 0, the kindest Kate! Tra. Gremio, 'tis known, my father hath no less
She hung about my neck, and kiss on kiss

Thau three great argosies; besides tuo galliasses,
She vied so fast, protesting oath on oath,

And twelve tight gallies: these I will assure her, That in a twink she won me to her love.

And twice as much, whate'er thou oller'st next. 0, you are novices! 'tis a world to see,

Gre. Nay, I have offer'd all, I have no more ; How tame, when men and women are alone,

And she can have no more than all I have;A meacock wretch can make the curstest shrew. If you like me, she shall have me and mine. Give me thy hand, Kate! I will unto Venice,

İra. Why, then the maid is mine from all the world, To buy apparel’gainst the wedding-day. –

By your firm promise; Gremio is out-vied. Provide the feast, father, and bid the guests!

Bap. I must confess, youroffer is the best; I will bcoure, my Catharine shall be fine.

And, let your father make her the assurance,
Bap. I know not what to say: but give me your hands ; She is your own; else, you must pardon me:
God send you joy, Petruchio! 'tis a match.

If you should die before him, where's her dower?
Gre. Tra. Amen, say we; we will be witnesses. I'ra. That's but a cavil; he is old, I young.
Pet. Father, and wife, and gentlemen, adieu! Gre. And may not young men die, as well as old ?
I will to Venice, Sunday comes apace:-

Bap. Well, gentlemen,
We will haverings, avd things, and fine array, I am thus resolv'd:-On Sunday next, you know,
And kiss me, Kate, we will be married o' Sunday. My daughter Catharine is to be married :

[Lxeunt Petruchio, and Catharina, severally. Now, on the Sunday following, shall Bianca
Gre. Was ever match clapp'd up so suddenly ? Be bride to you, if you make this assurance ;
Bap. Faith, gentlemen, now I play a merchant's part, If not, to signior Gremio :
And venture madly on a desperate mart,

And so I take myleave, and thank you both.
Tra. 'Twas a commodity lay fretting by you: Gre. Adieu, good neighbour !-Now I fear thee not ;

11 'Twill bring you gain, or perish on the seas. Sirrah, young gamester, your father were a fool, Bap. The gain, I seek, is-quiet in the match. To give thee all, and, in his waning age, Gre. No doubt, but he hath got a quiet catch. Set foot under thy table. Tut! a toy! But now, Baptista, to your younger daughter! An old Italian fox is not so kind, my boy.

H Now is the day, we long have looked for; Tra. A vengeance on your crafty wither'd hide!

6 I am your neighbour, and was suitor first.

Yet I have faced it with a card often.
Trá. And I am one, that love Bianca more,

'Tis in my head to do my master good. –
Than words can witness, or your thoughts can guess. I see no reason but suppos'd Lucentio
Gre. Youngling! thou canst not love so dear, as I. Must get a father, call’d-suppos'd Vincentio ;
Tru. Grey-beard! thy love doth freeze.

And that's a wonder : fathers, commonly,
Gre. But thine doth fry.

Do get their children; but, in this case of wooing,
Skipper, stand back; 'tis age, that nourisheth. A child shall get a sire,if I fail not of my cunning. Exit.

Tra. But youth, in ladies' eyes that flourisheth.
Bap. Content you, gentlemen; I'll compound this

Аст III
strife:
'Tis deeds, must win the prize; and he, of both,

SCENEI.— A room in Baptista's house. That can assure my daughter greatest dower,

Enter Lucentio, Hortensio, and Bianca. Shall have Bianca's love.

Lur. Fiddler, forbear! you grow too forward, sir :
Say, signior Gremio, what can you assure her ? Have you so soon forgot the entertainment

Gre. First, as know, my house within the city Her sister Catharine welcom'd
Is richly furnished with plate and gold,

Hor. But, wrangling pedant, this is
Bains, and ewers, to lave her dainty hands;

The patroness of heavenly harmony:

Hor. Bian. Ofve! Luc. Bian Simoi Tou no BotHor.

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(Exit.

you withal ?

ed day,

Then give me leave to have prerogative;

D sol re, one cliff, two notes have I;
And when in music we have spent an hour,

E la mi, show pity, or I die.
Your lecture shall have leisure for as much,

Call you this-gamut? tut! I like it not:
Luc. Preposterous ass ! that never read so far, Old fashions please me best; I am not so nice,
To know the cause, why music was ordain'd!

To change true rules for odd inventions.
Wasit not, to refresh the mind of man,

Enter a Servant.
After his studies, or his usual pain?

Serv. Mistress, your father prays you leave your
Then give me leave to read philosophy,

books,
And, while I pause, serve in your harmony.

And help to dress your sister's chamber up;
Hor. Sirrah, I will not bear these braves of thine. You know, to-morrow is the wedding-day.
Bian. Why, gentlemen, you do me double wrong, Bian. Farewell, sweet masters, both; I must be gone.
To strive for that, which resteth in my choice.

(Exeunt Bianca and Servant. I am no breeching scholar in the schools;

Luc. 'Faith, mistress, then I have no cause to stay. I'll not be tied to hours, nor’pointed times,

[Exit. But learn my lessons,as I please myself.

Hor. But I have cause to pry into this pedant;
And, to cut off all strife, here sit we down :-

Methinks, he looks as though he were in love: -
Take you your instrument, play you the whiles; Yet if thy thoughts, Bianca, be so humble,
His lecture will be done, ere you have tun'd.

To cast thy wand'ring eyes on every stale,
Hor. You'll leave his lecture, when I am in tune? Seize thee, that list ! If once I find thee ranging,

[To Bianca ; Hortensio retires. Hortensio will be quit with thee by changing. '[Exit.
Luc. That will be never:-tune your instrument!
Bian. Where left we last?

SCENE II.— The same. Before Baptista's house. Luc. Here, madam :

Enter Baptista, Gremio, TRANIO, CATHARINA, Bianca,
Hacibat Simois; hic est Sigeia tellus ;

LUCextio, and Attendants,
Hic steterat Priami regia celsa senis.

Bap.Signior Lucentio,[To Tranio.]this is the’point-
Bian. Construe them!
Luc. Hac ibut, as I told you before,- Simois, I am That Catharine and Petruchio should be married,
Lucentio, – hicest, son unto Vincentio of Pisa, — Si- And yet we hear not of our son-in-law.
geia tellus, disguised thus to get your love. Hic ste- What will be said ? what mockery will it be,
terut, and that Lucentio that comes a-wooing, To want the bridegroom, when the priest attends
Priami, is my man Tranio, - regia, bearing my port, To speak the ceremonial rites of marriage ?
celsa senis, that we might beguile the old pantaloon. What says Lucentio to this shameofours ?
Hor. Madam, myinstrument's in tune. (Returning. Cath. No shame butmine:I must, forsooth, be forc'd
Bian. Let's hear;

[Hortensio plays. To give my hand, oppos'd against my heart, O fye! the treble jars.

Unto a mad-brain rudesby, full of spleen, Luc. Spit in the hole, man, and tune again! Who woo'd in haste, and means to wed at leisure. Bian. Now let me see, if I can construeit: Hac ibat I told you, I, he was a frantic fool, Simois, I know you not; Hic est Sigeia tellus, I trust Hiding his bitter jests in blunt behaviour: you not; - Hic steterat Priami, take heed he hear us And, to be noted for a merry man, not ;-regra, presume not;-celsu senis, despair not. He'll woo a thousand, 'point the day of marriage, Hor. Madam, 'tis now in tune.

Make friends, invite, yes, and proclaim the banns,
Luc. All but the base.

Yet never means to wed, where he hath woo'd.
Hor. The base is right;'tis the base knave, that jars. Now must the world point at poor Catharine,
How fiery and forward our pedantis !

And say,-Lo, there is mad Petruchio's wife,
Now, for my life, the knave doth court my love: If it would please him come and marry her.
Pedascule, I'll watch you better yet.

Tra. Patience, good Catharine, and Baptista too!
Bian. In time I may believe, yet I mistrust.

Upon my life, Petruchio means but well,
Luc. Mistrust it not; for, sure, Aeacides

Whatever fortune stays him from his word.
Was Ajax, -call’d so from his grandfather.

Though he be blunt, I know him passing wise ;
Bian. I must believe my master; else, I promise you, Though he be merry, yet withal he's honest.
I should be arguing still apon that doubt:

Cath. 'Would Catharine had never seen him though!
But let it rest. Now, Licio, to you:

(Exit, weeping, followed by Bianca, and others. Good masters, take it not unkindly, pray,

Bap. Go, girl, I cannot blame thee now to weep;
That I have been thus pleasant with you both. For such an injury would vex a saint,
Hor. You may go walk, [To Lucentio.] and give me Much more a shrew of thy impatient humour.
leave awhile;

Enter BiondeLLO.
My lessons make no music in three parts.

Bion. Master, master! news, old news,and such news,
Luc. Are you so formal, sir ? well, I must wait, as you never heard of!
And watch withal; for, but I be deceiv’d,

Bap. Is it new and old too? how may that be?
Our fine musician groweth amorous. [ Aside. Bion. Why! is it not news, to hear of Petruchio'
Hor. Madam, before you touch the instrument,
To learn the order of my fingering,

coming ?

Bup. Is he come?
I must begin with rudiments of art;

Bion. Why, no, sir.
To teach you gamutin a briefer sort,

Bap. What then?
More pleasant, pithy, and effectual,

Bion. He is coming.
Than hath been taught by any of my trade:
And there it is in writing, fairly drawn.

Bap. When will he be here?

Bion. When he stands where I am,and sees you there.
Bian. Why, I am past my gamut long ago.

Tra. But, say, what:-To thine old news.
Hor. Yet read the gamut of Hortensio!

Bion. Why, Petruchio is coming, in a new hat, and
Bian. [Reads.) Gamut I am the ground of all accord, an old jerkin; a pair of old breeches

, thrice turned ; Are, to plead Hortensio's passion;

a pair of boots, that have been candle-cases, one buckB mi, Bianca, tıke him for thy lord,

led, another laced ; an old rusty sword ta'en out of the Cfaut, that loves with all affection:

town armoury, with a broken hilt, and chapeless, witla

Pet.

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two broken points: his horse hipped with an old "Twere well for Kate, and better for myself.

But so mothy saddle, the stirrups of no kindred: besides, But what a fool am I, to chat with you,

And the possessed with the glanders, and like to mose in the When I should bid good-morrow to my bride, chive; troubled with the lampass, infected with the And scal the title with a lovely kiss?

Buy.

Pei. fashions, full of windgalls, sped with spavins, raied (Exeunt Petruchio, Grumio, and Biondello. with the yellows, past cure of the fives, stark spoiled Tra. He hath some meaning in his mad attire:

Makei

Yogwi with the staggers, begnawn with the bots; swayed in We will persuade him, be it possible, the back, and shoulder-shotten; ne'er-legged before, To put on better, ere he go to church. and with a half-checked bit, and a head-stall of Bap. I'll after him, and see the event of this. (Exit. sheep's leather ; which, being restrained to keep him Tra. But, sir, to her love concerneth as to add from stumbling, hath been often burst, and now re- Her father's liking : which to bring to pass,

hoe is paired with kuots; one girt six times pieced, and a As I before imparted to your worship, woman's crupper of velure, which hath two letters for I am to get a man,—whate'er he be,

Tra. her name, fairly set down in studs, and here and there It skills not much; we'll fit him to our turn,

Per. pieced with packthread. And he shall be Vincentio of Pisa ;

Gre, Bap. Who comes with him?

And make assurance, here in Padua, Bion. 0, sir, his lackey, for all the world capari- of greater sums than I have promised.

Cath soned like the horse ; with a linen stock on one leg, and So shall you quietly enjoy your hope,

Pet. a kersey boot-hose on the other, gartered with a red And marry sweet Bianca with consent.

Cath and blue list; an old hat, and The humour of forty Luc. Were it not that my fellow schoolmaster

Pat. fancies pricked in't for a feather : a monster, a very Doth watch Bianca's steps so narrowly, monster in apparel ; and not like a christian foot-boy, 'Twere good, methinks, to steal our marriage; or a gentleman's lackey. Which once perform’d, let allthe world sayếno,

Pet. Tra. 'Tis some odd humour pricks him to this fa- I'll keep mine own, despite of all the world. shion;

T:a. That by degrees we mean to look into,
Yet oftentimes he goes but mean apparell’d.

And watch our vantage in this business :
Bap. I am glad he is come, howsoe'er he comes. We'llover-reach the greybeard, Gremio,
Bion. Why, sir, he comes not.
The narrow-prying father, Minola,

The
Bap. Didst thou not say, he comes ?
The quaint musician, amorous Licio;

Toa Bion. Who? that Petruchio caine?

All for my master's sake, Lucentio.-
Bar. Ay, that Petruchio came.

Re-enter Gremio.
Bion. No, sir; I say, his horse comes with him on Signior Gremio! came you from the church?
his back.
Gre. As willingly as e'er came from school.

Pe
Bap. Why, that's all one.
Tra. And is the bride and bridegroom coming home?

CE Bion. Nay, by Saint Jamy, I hold you a penny, Gre. A bridegroom, say you? 'tis a groom indeed,

Fa A horse and a man is more than one, and yet not many. A grumbling groom, and that the girl shall find. Enter PETRUCHIO and Gkumo.

Tru, Curster than she? why, 'tis impossible. Pet. Come, where bethese gallants? who is at home? Gre, Why, he's a devil, a devil, a very fiend.

ISE

If Bop. You are welcome, sir.

Tra. Why, she's a devil, a devil, the devil's dam.
Pet. And yet I come not well.

Gre. Tut! she's a lamb, a dove, a fool to him.
Bap. And yet you halt not.
I'll tell you, sir Lucentio : when the priest

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Tra. Not so well apparell’d,
Should ask-if Catherine should be his wife,

Go As I wish you were.

Ay, by gog's-wouns, quoth he, and swore so loud,
Pet. Were it better I should rush in thus.
That, all amaz'd, the priest let fall the book:

BE
But where is Kate? where is my lovely bride? And, as he stoop'd again to take it up,
How does my father ?- Gentles, methinks you frown: The mad-brain'd bridegroom took him such a cuff,
And wherefore gaze this goodly company;

That down fell priest and book, and book and priest; As if they saw some wondrous monument,

Now take them up, quoth he, if any list. Some comet, or unusual prodigy?

Tra. What said the wench, when he arose again? Bap. Why, sir, you know, this is your wedding-day. Gre. Trembled and shook; for why, he stamp'd, and First were we sad, fearing, you would not come;

swore, Now sadder, that you come so unprovided.

As if the vicar meant to cozen him. Fye! doff this habit,'shame to your estate,

But after many ceremonies done, An eye-sore to our solemn festival!

He calls for wine. A health, quoth he; as if Trå. And tell us, what occasion of import

He had been aboard, carousing to his mates Hath all so long detain'd you from your wife,

After a storm; quaff’d off the muscadel,
And sent you hither so unlike yourself?

And threw the sops all in the sexton's face;
Pet. Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear: Having no other reason,
Sufliceth, I am come to keep my word,

But that his beard grew thin and hungerly,
Though in some part enforced to digress;

And seem'd to ask him sops, as he was drinking. Which at more leisure I will so excuse,

This done, he took the bride about the neck As you shall well be satisfied withal.

And kiss'd her lips with such a clamorous smack,
But where is Kate? I stay too long from her;

That, at the parting, all the church did echo.
The morning wears, 'tis time, we were at church. I, seeing this, came thence for very shame,
Tra. See not your bride in these unreverent robes! And after me, I know, the rout is coming.
Go to my chamber, put on clothes of mine!

Such a mad marriage never was before.

Music. Per. Not I. believe me; thus l'll visit her.

Hark, hark! I hear the minstrels play. Bap. But thus, I trust, you will not marry her. Enter PETRUCHIO, Catharina, Blanca, Baptista, HorPet. Good sooth, even thus; therefore have done

TENSIO, GRUMIO, and Train. with words!

Pet. Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for your To me she's married, not unto my clothes.

pains. Could I repair what she will wear in me,

I know, you think to dine with me to-day, As I can change these poor accoutrements,

And have prepar'd great store of wedding cheer;