Are, to plead Hortenfio's paffion; B mi, Bianca, take him for thy lord, Cfaut, that loves with all affection; D fol re, one cliff, but two notes have I. Call you this Gamut? tut, I like it not; Enter a Servant. Serv. Miftrefs, your father prays you leave your books, And help to dress your fifter's chamber up; Bian. Farewel, fweet mafters, both; I must be gone. [Exit. Luc. Faith, mistress, then I have no cause to stay. [Exit. Bap. Signior Lucentio, this is the 'pointed day (17) Old Fashions pleafe me beft: I'm not so nice To change true Rules for new Inventions.] This is Senfe and the Meaning of the Paffage; but the Reading of the Second Verfe, for all that, is fophifticated. The genuine Copies all concur in Reading, To change true Rules for old Inventions. This, indeed, is contrary to the very Thing it should exprefs: But the cafy Alteration, which I have made, reftores the Senfe, but adds a Contraft in the Terms perfectly juft. True Rules are oppos'd to odd Inventions; i. e. Whimfies. To To want the Bridegroom, when the Priest attends What fays Lucentio to this fhame of ours? Gath. No fhame, but mine; I muft, forfooth, be forc'd To give my hand oppos'd against my heart, He'll woo a thousand, 'point the day of marriage, Cath. Would Catharine had never feen him tho'! Much more a Shrew of thy impatient humour. Enter Biondello. Bion. Mafter, Mafter; old news, and fuch 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. Bap. When will he be here? Bion. When he ftands where I am, and fees you there. Tra. But, fay, what to thine old news? 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-cases, one buckled, another lac'd; an old rufty fword ta'en out of the town-armory, with a broken hilt, and chapeless, with two broken points; his horfe hip'd with an old mothy faddle, the ftirrups of no kindred; befides, poffeft with the glanders, and like to mofe in the chine, troubled with the lampaffe, infected with the fashions, full of windgalls, fped with spavins, raied with the yellows, paft cure of the fives, ftark spoiled with the ftaggers, begnawn with the bots, waid in the back and fhoulderfhotten, near-legg'd before, and with a half-checkt bit, and a headstall of fheep's leather, which being restrain'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 packthread. Bap. Who comes with him? Bion. Oh, Sir, his lackey, for all the world caparifon'd like the horse, with a linnen stock on one leg, and a kersey boot-hofe on the other, garter'd with a red and blue lift, an old hat, and the humour of forty fancies prickt up in't for a feather: a monster, a very monster in apparel, and not like a chriftian footboy, or a gentleman's lackey. Tra. 'Tis fome odd humour pricks him to this fashion; Yet oftentimes he goes but mean apparell'd. Bap. I am glad he's come, howfoever he comes. Bap. Didft thou not fay, he comes? Bion. Who? that Petruchio came? Bap. Ay, that Petruchio came. Bion. No, Sir, I fay, his horfe comes with him on his back. Bap. 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. Enter Petruchio and Grumio fantastically habited. Pet. Come, where be these gallants? who is at home? Bap. You're welcome, Sir. Pet. And yet I come not well. Bap. And yet you halt not. Tra. Not fo well 'parell'd, as I wish you were. As if they faw fome wondrous monument, Bap. Why, Sir, you know, this is your wedding-day: Tra. And tell us what occafion of import Pet. Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear: But, where is Kate? I ftay too long from her; Go to my chamber, put on cloaths of mine. words; To me fhe's married, not unto my cloaths: As As I could change these poor accoutrements, Tra. He hath fome meaning in his mad attire: To put on better ere he go to church. [Exit. Bap. I'll after him, and fee the event of this. [Exit. Tra. But, Sir, our love concerneth us to add Her Father's liking; which to bring to pafs, 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 make affurance here in Padua Luc. Were it not, that my fellow fchool-mafter "Twere good, methinks, to fteal our marriage; Enter Gremio. Now, Signior Gremio, came you from the church? Gre. |