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to keep him from stumbling, hath been often burf, 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 set down in studs, 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-hose, on the other, garter'd with a red and blue litt, 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 christian footboy, or a gentleman's lackey,

Tra. 'Tis fome odd humour pricks him to this fashion ; Yet oftentimes he goes but mean apparell’d.

Lap. I am glad he is come, howsoever he comes.
B:on. Why, Sir, he comes not.
Bap. Didit thou not say, he comes ?
Bion. Who? that Petrcubio came not ?
Bap. Ay, that Petrcubio came.

Bion. No, Sir; I say, his horfe comes with him or 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.

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Pet Come, where be these gallants? who is at home?
Bap. You're welcome, Sir.
Pet. And


I come not well. Bop. And yet you

halt not. Tra. Not so well’parell’d, as I wish you were.

Pet. Were it still better, I should rusk in thus,
But where is Kate? where is my lovely bride?
How does

Fatheri' Gentles, methinks, you

And wherefore gaze this goodly company,
As if they saw some wondrous monument,
Some comet, or unusual prodigy?

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Bap. Why, Sir, you know, this is your wedding-day : First, were we sad, fearing you would not come; Now, fadder, 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 fo 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 digress,
Which at more leisure I will fo excuse,

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.

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

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?

Tra. He hath fome meaning in his mad attire:
We will persuade him, be it poffible,
To put on better ere he go to 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 país,
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 Thall you quietly enjoy your hope,
And marry sweet Bianca with consent.
Luc. Were it not, that my

fellow school-master
Doth watch Bianca's steps so 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 my 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 home?

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

Tra Curlier 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
Should ask, if Catharine 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 ftoop'd again to take it up,
This mad-brain’d Bridegroom took him such a cuff,
That down fell priest and book, and book and priest.
Now take them up, quoth he, if any lift,

Tra. What faid the wench, when he rose up again?

Gre. Trembled and shook; for why, he itamp'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 form; quafft off the muscadel,


And threw the fops all in the sexton's face;
Having no other cause, but that his beard
Grew thin and hungerly, and seem'd to ask
His fops as he was drinking. This done, he took'
The Bride about the neck, and kist her lips
With such a clamorous smack, that at the parting
All the church echod; 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, Hortenfio,

and Baptifta.

Pet. Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for your pains ; I know, you think to dine with me to-day, And have prepar'd great store of wedding cheer; But so it is, my haite doth call me hence; And therefore here I mean to take


leave. Bap. Is't possible, you will away to-night? Pet. I must away to-day, before night come. Make it no wonder; if you


my business,
You would entreat me rather go than ftay.
And, honeft Company, I thank you all,
That have beheld me give away myself
To this most 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 intreat you stay 'till after dinner.
Pet. It may not be.
Gre. Let me intreat you.
Pet. It cannot be.
Cath. Let me intreat you.
Pet. I am content-
Cath. Are you content to stay?

Per. I am content you shall intreat me, itay;
But yet not Itay, intréat me how you can.

Cath. Now, if you love me, stay.

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Pet. Grumio, my horses.

Gru. Ay, Sir, they be ready: the oats have eaten the horses,

Catb. Nay, then,
Do what thou canst, I will not go to-day ;
No, nor to-morrow, nor 'till I please myself :
The door is open, Sir, there lies your way,
You may be jogging, while your boots are green ;
For me, I'll not go, 'till I please myself :
'Tis like, you'll prove a jolly furly groom,
That take it on you at the first so roundly.

Pet. O, Kate, content thee, pr’ychee, be not angry.

Catb. I will be angry; what halt thou to do? Father, be quiet ; he shall stay my leisure.

Gre. Ay, marry, Sir; now it begins to work.'

Cath. Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner.
I fee, a woman may be made a fool,
If she had not a spirit to refift.

Pet. They shall go forward, Kate, at thy command.
Obey the bride, you that attend on her:
Go to the feast, revel and domineer;
Carowse full measure to her maiden-head ;
Be mad and merry, or go hang yourselves ;
But for my bonny Kate, me muft with me.
Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor ftare, nor fret,
I will be matter of what is mine own;
She is my goods, my chattels, he is my house,
My houshold-stuff, my field, my barn, £. ?
My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing 51 0
And here the flands, touch her who ever darez..
I'll bring my action on the proudeft he,
Thae stops my way in Padua; Grumia,
Draw forth thy weapon ; we're beset with thieves;
Rescue thy mistrefs, if thou be a man:!
Fear not, sweet wench, they shall not touch thee, Kate;
I'll buckler thee againft a million.

[Exeunt Pet. and Cath. Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones. Gre. Went they not quickly, I hould die with laughing.


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