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Enter a Servant.
Serv. Mistress, your father prays you leave your books,
And help to dress your sister's chamber up;
Bian. Farewel, sweet masters, both; I must be gone. [Exeunt Bianca and 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 stale, Seize thee, that list: If once I find thee ranging, Hortensio will be quit with thee by changing.
THE SAME. BEFORE BAPTISTA'S HOUSE,
Enter Baptista, Gremio, Tranio, Katharina, Bianca, Lucentio, and Attendants.
Bap. Signior Lucentio, [To Tranio.] this is the 'pointed day
That Katharine and Petruchio should be married, 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
Kath. No shame but mine: I must, forsooth, be forc'd
To give my hand, oppos'd against my heart,
He'll woo a thousand, 'point the day of marriage,
Tra. Patience, good Katharine, and Baptista too;
Kath, 'Would, Katharine had never seen him though!
[Exit, weeping, followed by Bianca, and Others. Bap. Go, girl; I cannot blame thee now to weep; For such an injury would vex a saint,
Much more a shrew of thy impatient humour,
Bion. Master, master! news, old news, and such news as you never heard of!
Bup. 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?
Bap. What then?
Bion. He is coming.
Bap. When will he be here?
Bion. When he stands where I am, and sees you
Tra. But, say, 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 laced; an old rusty sword ta'en out of the town armory, with a broken hilt, and chapeless; with two broken points: His horse hip'd with an old mothy saddle, the stirrups of no kindred: besides, possess'd with the glanders, and like to mose in the chine; troubled with the lampass, .nfected with the fashions, full of windgalls, sped with spavins, raied with the yellows, past cure of the fives, stark spoiled with the staggers, begnawn with the bots; sway'd in the back, and shouldershotten; ne'er-legg'd before, and with a half-check d bit, and a head-stall of sheep's leather; which, being restrain'd to keep him from stumbling, hath been often burst, and now repair'd with knots: one girth six times pieced, and a woman's crupper of velure, which hath two letters for her name, fairly set down in studs, and here and there pieced with packthread.
Bap. Who comes with him?
Bion. O, sir, his lackey, for all the world caparison'd like the horse; with a linen stock on one
leg, and a kersey boot-hose on the other, garter'd with a red and blue list; an old hat, and The humour of forty fancies prick'd 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 some odd humour pricks him to this fashion;
Yet often times he goes but mean apparel'd.
Bap. I am glad he is come, howsoe'er he comes. Bion. Why, sir, he comes not.
Bap. Didst thou not say, he comes?
Bion. Who? that Petruchio came?
Bap. Ay, that Petruchio came.
Bion. No, sir; I say, his horse comes with him on his back.
Bap. Why, that's all one.
Bion. Nay, by saint Jamy, I hold you a penny, A horse and a man is more than one, and yet not
Enter Petruchio and Grumio.
Pet. Come, where be these gallants? who is at home?
Bap. You are welcome, sir.
Bap. And yet you halt not.
I come not well.
Not so well apparel'd
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,
Bap. Why, sir, you know, this is your weddingday:
First were we sad, fearing you would not come;
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, 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; The morning wears, 'tis time we were at church.
Tra. See not your bride in these unreverent robes; Go to my chamber, put on clothes of mine.
Pet. Not I, believe me; thus I'll visit her.
To me she's married, not unto my clothes:
[Exeunt Petruchio, Grumio, and Biondello.