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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 ihus, I trust, you will not marry her.
Pet. Good footh, even thus; therefore have done with
To me she's marry'd, not unto my cloaths :
Could I repair what she will wear in me,
As I can 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 ?
[Exit. Pet. Gru. and Bion.
Tra. He hath some meaning in his mad attire:
We will persuade him, be it possible,
put on better ere he go to church. Bap. I'll after him, and see the event of this. [Exit.
Tra. But, sir, o her 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,
P' It skills not much; we'll fit him to our turn,-
And he shall be Vincentio of Pisa;
And make assurance, here in Padua,
sums than I have promised. So shall 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 to narrowly, 'Twere good, methinks, to steal our marriage ;
o her love concerneth us to add her father's liking :)—fince you have obtain’d her love, we ought to be the more solicitous to procure her fac ther's consent. p It fkills not much ;]---It is not very material. Y 2
Which once perform’d, let all the world say—no,
I'll keep mine 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 sake, Lucentio.-
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 shall find.
Tra. Curster 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 Katharine should be his wife,
Ay, by gogs-wouns, quoth he; and swore so loud,
That, all amaz'd, the priest let fall the book :
And, as he stoop'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 said the wench, when he rose up again?
Gre. Trembled and look ; for why, he stamp'd, and
As if the vicar meant to cozen him.
But after many ceremonies done,
He calls for wine :
A health, quoth he ; as if he had been aboard,
Carowsing to his mates after a storm :
Quaffd off 9 the muscadel, and threw the fops
All in the sexton's face ; having no other reason,-
But that his beard grew thin and hungerly,
And seem'd to ask him sops as he was drinking.
This done, he took the bride about the neck;
And kiss'd her lips with such a clamorous smack,
That, at the parting, all the church did echo.
I, seeing this, came thence for' very shame;
And after me, I know, the rout is coming :
Such a mad marriage never was before :
Hark, hark ! I hear the minstrels play. [Mufick plays.
Enter Petruchio, Katharine, Bianca, Hortensio, and Baptista.
Pet. Gentlemen and friends, I thank
I know, you think to dine with me to-day,
And have prepar'd great store of wedding cheer ;
But so it is, my haste doth call me hence,
And therefore here I mean to take my leave.
Bap. Is’t possible, you will away to-night?
Pet. I must away to-day, before night come :-
Make it no wonder ; if
my business, You would entreat me rather
And, honest company, I thank you all,
That have beheld me give a way 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.
9 the muscadel,] - It was formerly the custom to introduce wine and cakes, at a wedding, into the church; the bowl was hallowed, and called the knitting, or nuptial cup.
Pet. It cannot be.
Kath. Let me intreat you.
Pet. I am content.
Kath. Are you content to stay?
Pet. I am content you shall intreat me stay;
But yet not stay, intreat me how you can.
Kath. Now, if you love me, stay.
Pet. Grumio, my horses.
Gru. Ay, sir, they be ready ; 'the oats have eaten the horses.
Kath. 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 be gone, 'till I please myself :-
'Tis like, you'll prove a jolly surly groom,
That take it on you at the first so roundly.
Pet. O, Kate, content thee; pr’ythee, be not angry.
Kath. I will be angry; What haft thou to do ? Father, be quiet; he shall stay my leisure.
Gre. Ay, marry, sir: now it begins to work.
Kath. Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner :-
I see, a woman may be made a fool,
If she had not a spirit to resist.
Pet. They shall go forward, Kate, at thy command :-
Obey the bride, you that attend on her :
Go to the feast, revel and domineer,
Carouse full measure to her maidenhead,
Be mad and merry,—or go hang yourselves ;
But for my bonny Kate, she must with me.
" the oats have eaten the borfes. ]—but their heads are grown too big for the stable door; they have eaten more than they are worth. your boots are green; ]-your fhoes are good.
Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor ftare, nor fret ;
I will be master of what is mine own:
She is my goods, my chattels ; she is my house,
My houshold-stuff, my field, my barn,
My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing;
And here she stands, touch her whoever dare ;
I'll bring my action on the proudest he
That stops my way in Padua.-Grumio,
Draw forth thy weapon, we're beset with thieves ;
Rescue thy mistress, if thou be a man :-
Fear not, sweet wench, they shall not touch thee, Kate ;
I'll 'buckler thee against a million.
[Exit Petruchio, and Katharine. Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones. Gre. Went they not quickly, I should die with laughing.
Tra. Of all mad matches, never was the like! Mistress, what's your opinion of your
Bian. That, being mad herself, she's madly mated.
Gre. I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated.
Bap. Neighbours and friends, though bride and bride-
For to supply the places at the table,
You know, there wants no junkets at the feast ;-
Lucentio, you shall have the bridegroom's place ;
And let Bianca take her sister's room,
Tra. Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it?
Bap. She shall, Lucentio. Come, gentlemen, let's go.
Sly. Sim, when will " the fool come again ?
Sim. Anon, my lord.
Sły. Give us some more drink here; where's the tapster?
" the fool]-Grumio.