BIAN. I must believe my master; else, I promise you, I should be arguing still upon that doubt: But let it rest. Now, Licio, to you: Good Masters, take it not unkindly, pray, That I have been thus pleasant with you both. Luc. Are you so formal, Sir? well, I must wait, HOR. Madam, before you touch the instrument, I must begin with rudiments of art; Call Gamut I am, the ground of all accord, you this gamut? tut, I like it not: Enter a Servant. 60 70 SERV. Mistress, your father prays you leave your books, 80 And help to dress your sister's chamber up: [Exeunt BIANCA and Servant. Luc. Faith, Mistress, then I have no cause to stay. [exit. Methinks he looks as though he were in love: Yet if thy thoughts, Bianca, be so humble ACT III Sc. I ACT III To cast thy wandering eyes on every stale,' [exit. SCENE II. The Same. Before BAPTISTA's House. BAP. [to TRANIO.] Signior Lucentio, this is the 'pointed 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 To speak the ceremonial rites of marriage! KATH. No shame but mine: I must, forsooth, be forc'd To give my hand oppos'd against my heart Who woo'd in haste, and means to wed at leisure. I told you, I, he was a frantic fool, Hiding his bitter jests in blunt behaviour: And, to be noted for a merry man, ΙΟ 20 He'll woo a thousand, 'point the day of marriage, BAP. Go, Girl; I cannot blame thee now to weep; Enter BIONDELLO. BION. Master, Master! news, old1 news, and such news as you never heard of! BAP. Is it new and old too? how may that be? 31 BION. Why, is it not news to hear of Petruchio's coming? BION. Why, no, Sir. BAP. What then? BION. He is coming. BAP. When will he be here? BION. When he stands where I am, and sees you there. 40 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 rusty sword ta'en out of the town-armoury, with a broken hilt, and chapeless;2 with two broken points: his horse hipp'd with an old mothy saddle, and stirrups of no kindred; besides, possess'd with the glanders, and like to mose in the chine; troubled with the lampass, infected with the fashions, full of windgalls, sped with spavins, ray'd with the yellows, past cure of the fives,' stark spoil'd with the staggers, begnawn with the bots; sway'd' in the back, and shoulder-shotten; near-legg'd before," and with a half-cheek'd" bit, and a headstall 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 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? 60 BION. O, Sir, his lackey, for all the world caparison'd (slang) 'tip-top.' 2 no tip to the scabbard. 3 tagged laces between doublet and hose. 12 velvet. 41 ACT III ACT III Sc. II and blue list; an old hat, and The Humour of Forty TRA. "Tis some odd humour pricks him to this fashion; ВАР. BION. Who? that Petruchio came? BAP. 70 Didst thou not say he comes? Ay; that Petruchio came. BION. NO, Sir; I say his horse comes, with him on his back. Enter PETRUCHIO and GRUMIO. PET. Come, where be these gallants here? who's at home? BAP. Y'are welcome, Sir. PET. BAP. And yet you halt not. As I wish you were. And yet I come not well. Not so well apparell'd PET. Tut! were it better, I should rush in thus. frown: BAP. Why, Sir, you know this is your wedding-day: Now sadder that you come so unprovided. Fie! doff this habit, shame to your estate, An eye-sore to our solemn festival! TRA. And tell us, what occasion of import Hath all so long detain'd you from your wife, 91 100 PET. Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear: Sufficeth I am come to keep my word, But where is Kate? I stay too long from her: BAP. But thus I trust you will not marry her. 110 PET. Good sooth, even thus; therefore ha' done with words: To me she's married, not unto my clothes. [exit. 121 [exit. Manent TRANIO and LUCENTIO. TRA. Sir, to her love concerneth us to add I am to get a man (whate'er he be, It skills not much, we'll fit him to our turn) 130 ACT III |