galls, fped with fpavins, ray'd with the yellows, paft cure of the vives, ftark fpoil'd with the ftaggers, begnawn with the bots; fway'd in the back, and fhoulder-fhotten; near-leg'd before, and with a half-check'd bit, and a head-ftall of sheep's-leather; which, being reftrain'd to keep him from ftumbling, hath been often burst, and now.repaired with knots; one girth fix times piec'd, and a woman's crupper of velure; which hath two letters for her name, fairly fet down in ftuds, and here and there piec'd with pack-thread. Bap. Who comes with him? Bio. O, fir, his lacquey, for all the world caparifon'd like the horse; with a linen stock on one leg, and a kerfey boot-hofe on the other, garter'd with a red and blue lift; an old hat, and the humour of forty fancies prick'd in't for a feather: a monfter, a very monfter in apparel; and not like a christian foot-boy, or a gentleman's lacquey. Tra. 'Tis fome odd humour pricks him to this fashion; Yet oftentimes he goes but mean apparel'd. Bap. I am glad, he's come though, how foe'er he comes. Bia. Why, fir, he comes not. Bap. Didft thou not fay, he comes ? Bio. Who? that Petruchio came ? Bap. Ay, that Petruchio came. Bio. No, fir; I say, that his horfe comes, with him On his back. Bap. Why, that's all one. Bio. Nay, by faint Jamy; I hold you a penny, A horfe and a man is more than one, and yet not many. Enter Petruchio, and his man Grumio, oddly habited both• Pet. Come, where be thefe gallants here? who's at home? • This fpeech contains a whimsical luxuriance of rifible defcription; there is abundant peculiarity of grotesque idea; Biondello requires great and uncommon distinctness and volubility, which are rarely found together. 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 could with you were. Pet. Tut! were it better, I fhould rush in thus. But where is Kate? where is my lovely bride?— How does my father?-Gentles, methinks, you frown. And wherefore gaze this goodly company; As if they faw fome wond'rous monument, Some comet, or unufual prodigy? Bap. Why, fir, you know, this is your wedding-day: Firft were we fad, fearing you would not come ; Fie! doff this habit, shame to your estate, An eye-fore to our folemn festival. Tra. And tell us, what occafion of import Hath all fo long detain'd you from your wife, And fent you hither fo unlike yourfelf? Pet. Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear; "Though, in fome part, enforced to digrefs; But where is Kate? I ftay too long from her; Go to my chamber, put on cloaths of mine. To me fhe's marry'd, not unto my cloaths: [Exeunt Pet. Gru, and Bio. Tra. He hath fome meaning in his mad attire: Bap. I'll after him, and fee the event of this, Tra. But to her love, fir, concerneth us to add I am to get a man,-whate'er he be, It fkills not much; we'll fit him to our turn,- Luc. Were it not that my fellow schoolmaster Re-enter Gremio, laughing. Now, Signior Gremio! came you from the church? Tra. And is the bride and bridegroom coming home? Ay, dy, by gogs-wouns, 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 mad-brain'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. Trembl'd, and fhook; for why, 'he ftamp'd and fwore, As if the vicar meant to cozen him. "But after many ceremonies done, "He calls for wine : "A health, quoth he; as he had been aboard, Caroufing to his mates after a storm: "Quafft off the mufcadel, and threw the fops "All in the fexton's face; having no other reason,"But that his beard grew thin and hungerly, "And feem'd to ask him sops as he was drinking. This done, he took the bride about the neck; And kifs'd her lips with fuch a clamorous smack, That, at the parting, all the church did eccho, I, feeing this, came thence for very fhame; And after me, I know, the rout is coming: Such a mad marriage never was before! Hark, hark! I hear the minstrels play. [Mufic. Enter Petruchio and Catherine, as married; Baptifta, Gramio, Hortenfio, Bianca, and Train. your pains: Pet. Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for Dine with my father, drink a health to me; Tra. Let us entreat you ftay 'till after dinner. Gre. Let me entreat you, fir. Pet. It cannot be. Cat. Let me entreat you then. Pet. I am content. Cat. Are you content to stay? Pet. I am content, you shall entreat my stay; Pet. Grumio, my horses. "Gru. Ay, fir, they be ready; "The oats have eaten up the horses. Do what thou canft, I will not go to-day; Pet. O, Kate, content thee; pr'ythee be not angry. Cat. I will be angry: What haft thou to do?Father, be quiet; he fhall ftay my leisure. Gre. Ay, marry, fir, now it begins to work. I see a woman may be made a fool, If fhe had not a spirit to refift. Pet. They fhall go forward, Kate, at thy command:- She is my goods, my chattels; fhe is my houfe, And |