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Pet. Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear:
Sufficeth, I am come to keep my word;
Though in fome part enforced to digrefs,
Which, at more leifure, I will fo excufe
As you shall well be fatisfied withal.

But where is Kate? I ftay 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 cloths of mine.

Pet. Not I; believe me, thus I'll visit her.
Bap. But thus, I truft, you will not marry her.

Pet. Good footh, even thus; therefore ha' done with words;
To me fhe's married, not unto my cloths:
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 fhould bid good-morrow to my bride,

And feal the title with a lovely kiss!

[Exit.

Tra. He hath some meaning in his mad attire:

We will perfuade him, be it poffible,

To put on better ere he go to church.

Bap. I'll after him, and fee the event of this.

[Exit.

SCENE V.

Tra. But, fir, our love concerneth us to add
Her father's liking; which to bring to pass,
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 Pifa;
And make affurance, here in Padua,
Of greater fums than I have promised:
So fhall you quietly enjoy your hope,
And marry sweet Bianca with confent.

Luc.

Luc. Were it not that my fellow schoolmaster
Doth watch Bianca's fteps fo narrowly,

'Twere good, methinks, to fteal our marriage;
Which once perform'd, let all the world fay, no,
I'll keep mine own, defpite of all the world.
Tra. That by degrees we mean to look into,
And watch our vantage in this business:
We'll overreach the graybeard Gremio,
The narrow-prying father Minola,
The quaint mufician amorous Licio;
All for my mafter's fake Lucentio.

SCENE VI.

Enter Gremio.

Now, fignior Gremio, came you from the church?
Gre. As willingly as e'er I came from fchool.

Tra. And are the bride and bridegroom coming home?
Gre. A bridegroom, fay you? 'tis a groom, indeed,
A grumbling groom, and that the girl fhall find.
Tra. Curfter than fhe? why, 'tis impoflible.
Gre. Why, he's a devil, a devil, a very fiend.
Tra. Why, fhe's a devil, á devil, the devil's dam.
Gre. Tut! fhe's a lamb, a dove, a fool to him:
I'll tell you, fir Lucentio, when the priest
Did afk, if Catharine fhould be his wife,

Ay, by gogs-woons, quoth he; and fwore fo loud,
That, all amaz'd, the priest let fall the book:
And, as he ftoop'd again to take it up,

This madbrain'd bridegroom took him fuch 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 rofe up again?

Gre. Trembled, and shook; for why, he stamp'd and fwore, As if the vicar meant to cozen him.

But after many ceremonies done,

VOL. II.

He

He calls for wine a health, quoth he; as if
H'ad been aboard caroufing to his mates
After a storm; quaff'd off the muscadel,
And threw the fops all in the fexton's face;
Having no other caufe, but that his beard
Grew thin and hungerly, and feem'd to ask
His fops as he was drinking. This done, he took
The bride about the neck, and kiss'd her lips
With fuch a clamorous fmack, that, at the parting,
All the church echo'd: and I, feeing this,

Came thence for very shame; and after me
The rout is coming: fuch a mad marriage

Ne'er was before. Hark, hark! the minstrels play. [mufick plays.

SCENE VII.

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 ftore of wedding cheer;
But fo it is, my hafte doth call me hence,
And therefore here I mean to take my leave.

Bap. Is't poffible you muft away to-night?
Pet. I must away to-day, before night come :
Make it no wonder; if you knew my business,
You would entreat me rather go than stay.
And, honeft company, I thank you all,
That have beheld me give away myself

To this moft patient, fweet, and virtuous wife :
Dine with my father, drink a health to me,
For I muft hence; and farewel to you all.
Tra. Let us entreat you stay till after dinner.
Pet. It may not be.

Gre. Let me entreat you, fir.

Pet. It cannot be.

Cath. Let me entreat you, fir.

Pet.

Pet. I am content.

Cath. Are you content to stay?

Pet. I am content, you fhall entreat me ftay;

But yet not stay, entreat me how you can.

Cath. Now, if you love me, ftay.

Pet. Grumio, my horses.

Gru. Sir, they be ready: the oats have eaten the horses.
Cath. Nay then,

Do what thou canft, I will not go to-day;

No, nor to-morrow, nor till I please myself:
The door is open, fir, 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 fo roundly.

Pet. O, Kate, content thee; pr'ythee, be not angry.
Cath. I will be angry; what haft thou to do?

Father, be quiet; he shall stay my leisure.

Gre. Ay, marry, fir, 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 resist.

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,
I will be mafter of what is mine own;
She is my goods, my chattels, and my house,
She is my houfholdftuff, my field, my barn,
My horfe, my ox, my afs, my any thing;
And here fhe ftands, touch her whoever dare;
I'll bring my action on the proudeft he,
That ftops my way in Padua: Grumio,

VOL. II.

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Draw forth thy weapon; we're beset with thieves;
Rescue thy mistress, if thou be a man:

Fear not, sweet wench, they fhall not touch thee, Kate;
I'll buckler thee against a million.

[Exe. Pet. and Cath.
Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones.
Gre. Went they not quickly, Í should die with laughing.
Tra. Of all mad matches, never was the like!
Luc. Mistress, what's your opinion of your fifter ?

Bian. That, being mad herself, she's madly mated.
Gre. I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated.

Bap. Neighbours and friends,though bride and bridegroom want For to fupply the places at the table,

You know, there wants no junkets at the feast :
Lucentio, you fupply the bridegroom's place.
And let Bianca take her fifter's room.

Tra. Shall fweet Bianca practise how to bride it?
Bap. She fhall, Lucentio: gentlemen, let's go.

[Exeunt.

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ACT IV. SCENE I.

Petruchio's Country-Houfe.

Enter Grumio.

GRUMIO.

IE, fie on all tired jades, on all mad mafters, and all foul

ways! was ever man fo weary? was ever man fo beaten? was ever man fo raied? I am fent before to make a fire, and they are coming after to warm them : now, were I not a little pot, and foon hot, my very lips might freeze to my teeth, my tongue to the roof of my mouth, my heart in my belly, ere I fhould come by a fire to thaw me; but I, with blowing the fire, fhall warm myself; for, confidering the weather, a taller man than I will take cold: holla, hoa! Curtis !

Enter

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