6 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-armoury, with a broken hilt, and chapeless, with two broken points; his horfe hipp'd with an old mothy faddle, the stirrups of no kindred; befides poffefs'd with the glanders, and like to mose in the chine, troubled with the lampaffe, infected with the fashions, full of windgalls, fped with fpavins, raied with the yellows, paft cure of the fives, ftark spoiled with the flaggers, begnawn with the bots, fway'd in the back and fhoulder-fhotten, near legg'd before, and with a half-check'd bit, and a headftall of fheep's leather; which being reftrain'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 ftuds, and here and there piec'd with 'pack-thread.' Bap. Who comes with him? Bion. Oh, Sir, his lackey, for all the world caparifon'd like the horfe, with a linen flock on one leg, and a kerfey boot-hofe on the other, garter'd with a red and blue lift, an old hat, and * the humour of forty fancies prick'd up in't for a feather: a monfter, a very moniter in apparel, and not like a Christian footboy, or a gentleman's lackey.' Tra. 'Tis fome odd humour pricks him to this fafhion; Yet fometimes he goes but mean apparell'd. Bap. I am glad he's come, howfoever he comes. Bap. Didit thou not fay, he comes? Bion. Who? that Petruchio came not? Bap. Ay, that Petruchio came. Bion. No, Sir; 1 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. SCENE * Some ballad or drollery of that time is here ridiculed. SCENE IV. Enter Petruchio and Grumio fantastically habited. Pet. Come, where be thefe gallants? who is at home? Bap. You're welcome, Sir. Pet. And yet I come not well. Bap. And yet you halt not. frown: Tra. Not fo well 'parell'd as I wish you were. you 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 eftate, An eye-fore to our folemn festival. Tra. And tell us what occafion of import Pet. Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear: As you But, where is Kate? 1 ftay too long from her; words; To me fhe's married, not unto my clothes: her. 1 And feal the title with a lovely kifs? 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. [Exit. Bap. I'll after him, and fee the event of this. [Exit. SCENE V. Tra. But, Sir, our love concerneth us to add 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 Pifa, And make affurance here in Padua Of greater fums than I have promifed: And marry fellow-fchoolmafter Doth watch Bianca's fteps fo narrowly, 'T'were good, methinks, to fteal our marriage; Tra. That by degrees we mean to look into, SCENE VI. Enter Gremio. Now, Signior Gremio, came you from the church? Ay, Ay, by gogs-woons, quoth he; and fwore fo loud, This mad-brain'd bridegroom took him fuch a cuff, Tra. What said the wench, when he rose up again? Gre. Trembled and fhook; for why, he ftamp'd and fwore. As if the vicar meant to cozen him. But after many ceremonies done, "He calls for wine: a health, quoth he; as if "Grew thin and hungerly, and feem'd to afk "His fops as he was drinking. This done, he took "The bride about the neck, and kifs'd her lips "With such a clamorous fmack, that at the parting "All the church echo'd ;" and I seeing this, Came thence for very fhame; and after me, 1 know, the rout is coming. Such a mad marriage Ne'er was before.-Hark, hark, I hear the minstrels. [Muhe plays. SCENE VII. Enter Petruchio, Catharina, Bianca, Hortenfio, and Baptifta. Pet. Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for your pain's! I know, you think to dine with me to-day, That have beheld me give away myself To this moft patient, fweet, and virtuous wife. Gre. Let me intreat you. Pet. It cannot be. Cath. Let me intreat you. Pet. I am content Cath. Are you content to stay? Pet. I am content you shall intreat me stay; Pet. Grumio, my horfes. Gru. Ay, Sir, they be ready: the oats have eaten the horfes *. Cath. Nay, then, Do what thou canft, I will not go to-day; No, nor to-morrow, nor till I please myself. You may be jogging, while your boots are green; Pet. O Kate, content thee, pr'ythee, be not angry, Father, be quiet; he fhall ftay my leifure. Gre. Ay, marry, Sir; now it begins to work. I fee, a woman may be made a fool, If fhe had not a spirit to refift. Pet. They fhall go forward, Kate, at thy command. Obey the bride, you that attend on her: Go to the feaft, revel and domineer; Caroufe full measure to her maidenhead; Be mad and merry, or go hang yourselves: But for my bonny Kate, fhe muft with me. Nay, look not big, nor ftamp, nor ftare, nor fret, She is my goods, my chattels, fhe is my house, That is, the distemper fo called. My |