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Bap. Is he come ?

Bion. Why no fir?

Bap. What then?

Bion. He is comming.

Bap. When will he be heere?

Bion. When he ftands where I am, and fees you there.
Tra. But fay, what to thine olde newes?

Bion. Why Petruchio is comming, in a new hat and an olde ierkin, a paire of old breeches thrice turn'd; a paire of bootes that haue been candle-cafes, one buckled, another lac'd an old rufty fword tane out of the towne armory, with a broken hilt, and chapeleffe: with two broken points: his horse hip'd with an olde mothy faddle, and stirrops of no kindred befides poffeft with the glanders, and like to mofe in the chine, troubled with the lampasse, infected with the fashions, full of windegalls, fped with spauins, raied with the yellowes, past cure of the fiues, starke spoyl'd with the staggers, begnawne with the bots, waid in the backe, and fhoulder-fhotten, neere leg'd before, and with a halfe-checkt bitte, and a headstall of sheepes leather, which being restrained to keepe him from stumbling, hath been often burft, and now repaired with knots: one girth fixe times peec'd, and a womans crupper of velure which hath two letters for her name, fairely fet down in ftuds, and heere and there peec'd with packthreed.

Bap. Who comes with him?

Bion. Oh fir, his lackey, for all the world caparison'd like the horse with a linnen ftock on one leg, and a kerfey boot hofe on the other, gartred with a red and blew lift; an old hat, and the humor of fourty fancies prickt in't for a feather: a monster, a very monster in apparell, and not like a christian foot-boy, or a gentlemans lacky.

Tra. 'Tis fome old humor pricks him to this fashion, yet oftentimes he goes but meane apparel'd.

Вар.

Bap. I am glad he's come, howfoere he comes.

Bion. Why fir, he comes not.

Bap. Didft thou not fay he comes?

Bion. Who, that Petruchio came?

Bap. I, that Petruchio came.

Bion. No fir, I fay his horfe comes with him on his backe.
Bap. Why that's all one.

Bion. Nay by S. Iamy, I hold you a penny, a horfe and a man is more then one, and yet not many.

Enter Petruchio and Grumio.

Pet. Come where be these gallants? who's at home?

Bap. You are welcome fir.

Pet. And yet I come not well.

Bap. And yet you halt not.

Tra. Not fo well apparel'd as I wish you were.
Pet. Were it better I fhould rush in thus:

But where is Kate? where is my louely bride?
How does my father? gentles me thinkes you frowne,
And wherefore gaze this goodly company,

As if they faw fome wondrous monument,

Some commet, or vnusuall prodigie:

Bap. Why fir, you know this is your wedding day:
First were we fad, fearing you would not come,
Now fadder that you come fo vnprouided:
Fie, doff this habit, fhame to your estate,
An eye-fore to our folemne feftiuall.

Tra. And tell vs what occafion of import
Hath all fo long detain'd you from your wife,
And fent you hither fo vnlike yourselfe?

Pet. Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to heare,
Sufficeth I am come to keepe my word,
Though in fome part inforced to digreffe,
Which at more leifure I will so excufe,

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As you shall well be fatisfied withall.

But where is Kate? I ftay too long from her,
The morning weares, 'tis time we were at church.
Tra. See not your bride in these vnreuerent robes,
Goe to my chamber, put on clothes of mine.
Pet. Not I, belieue me, thus Ile vifit her.

Bap. But thus I trust you will not marrie her.

Petr. Good footh euen thus: therefore ha done with words, To me she's married not vnto my clothes : Could I repaire what she will weare in me, As I can change thefe poor accoutrements, "Twere well for Kate, and better for myselfe. But what a foole am I to chat with you, When I should bid good morrow to my bride ? And feale the title with a louely kisse.

Exit.

Tra. He hath fome meaning in his mad attire, We will perfwade him be it poffible,

To put on better ere he go to church.

Bab. Ile after him, and fee the euent of this.
Tra. But fir, loue concerneth vs to adde
Her fathers liking, which to bring to passe
As before imparted to your worship,

I am to get a man what ere he be,

It skills not much, weele fit him to our turne,
And he shall be Vincentio of Pifa,

And make affurance heere in Padua

Of greater fummes then I haue promised,

So fhall you quietly enjoy your hope,

And marrie sweete Bianca with confent.

Luc. Were it not that my fellow schoolmaster

Doth watch Bianca's fteps fo narrowly :
'Twere good methinkes to steale our marriage,

Exit.

Which once perform'd, let all the world fay no,
Ile keepe mine owne defpite of all the world.

Tra. That by degrees wee meane to looke into,
And watch our vantage in this busineffe,
Wee'l ouer-reach the graybeard Gremio,
The narrow prying father Minola,
The quaint mufitian, amorous Litio,
All for my masters fake Lucentio.

Enter Gremio.

Signior Gremio, came you from the church?
Gre. As willingly as ere I came from schoole.
Tra. And is the bride and bridegroom comming home?
Gre. A bridegroome fay you? 'tis a groome indeed,

A grumling groome, and that the girle fhall finde.

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Tra. Curfter then fhe, why 'tis impoffible.

Gre. Why he's a deuill, a deuill, a very fiend.

Tra. Why he's a deuil, a deuill, the deuills damme.
Gre. Tut, fhe's a lambe, a doue, a foole to him:
Ile tell you fir Lucentio; when the priest

Should afke if Katherine fhould be his wife,

I, by goggs woones quoth he, and fwore fo loud,
That all amaz'd, the priest let fall the booke.
And as he stoop'd againe to take it vp,

This mad-brain'd bridegroome tooke him fuch a cuffe,
That down fell prieft and booke, and booke and priest,
Now take them vp quoth he if any lift.

Tra. What faid the wench when he rofe againe?

Gre. Trembled and fhooke for why he ftamp'd and swore, as if the vicar ment to cozen him: but after many ceremonies done, he calls for wine, a health quoth he, as if he had been aboord carowfing to his mates after a ftorme, quaft off the mufcadell, and threw the fops all in the fextons face: hauing VOL. II.

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no other reafon but that his beard grew thinne and hungerly, and feem'd to afke him fops as he was drinking. This done, he tooke the bride about the neck and kist her lips with fuch a clamorous fmacke, that at the parting all the church did eccho and I feeing this, came thence for very fhame, and after mee I know the roat is comming, fuch a mad marriage neuer was before: harke, harke I heare the minstrels, play.

Muficke playes.

your pains,

Enter Petruchio, Kate, Bianca, Hortenfio, Baptifta.
Petr. Gentlemen and friends I thanke you for
I know you thinke to dine with mee to day,
And haue prepar'd great ftore of wedding cheere,
But fo it is, my hafte doth call mee hence,
And therefore heere I meane to take my leaue.

Bap. Is't poffible you will away to night?
Pet. I must away to day before night come,
Make it no wonder if you knew my busineffe,
You would intreate me rather goe then stay:
And honeft company, I thanke you all,
That haue beheld me giue away myselfe

To this most patient, fweete, and vertuous wife,
Dine with my father, drinke a health to mee,
For I must hence, and farewell to you all.

Tra. Let vs intreate you still after dinner.
Pet. It may not be.

Gru. Let me intreate you.

Pet. It cannot be.

Kat. Let me intreate you.

Pet. I am content.

Kat. Are you content to stay?

Pet. I am content you shall in treate me stay, But yet not stay, in treate me how you can.

Kat. Now if you loue me stay.

Pet.

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