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SCENE I.--A Room in BAPTISTA's House. Enter Lucen
TIO, HORTENSIO, and Bianca.
Hor. But, wrangling pedant, this is
Luc. Preposterous ass ! that never read so far
Hor. Sirrah, I will not bear these braves of thine,
Bian. Why, gentlemen, you do me double wrong,
*[TO BIANCA.-HORTENSIO retires Luc. That will be never ;-tune your
instrument. Bian. Where left we last?
Luc. Here, Madam :-
Bian. Construe them.
Luc. Hac ibat, as I told you before, --Simois, I am Lucentio,-hic est, son unto Vincentio of Pisa, Sigeia tel. lus, disguised thus to get your love ;-Hic steterat, and that Lucentio that comes a wooing,-Priami, is my man Tranio,-regia, bearing my port,-celsa senis, that we might beguile the old pantaloon.'
[A] The old cully in Italian farces. JOHNSON,
Hor. Madam, my instrument's in tune. [Returning Bian. Let's hear;
[HORTENSIO plays. O fye! the treble jars.
Luc. Spit in the hole, man, and tune again.
Bian. Now let me see if I can construe it: Hac ibat Simois, I know you not ;-hic est Sigeia tellus, I trust you not;-Hic steterat Priami, take heed he hear us not ; regia, presume not ;-celsa senis, despair not. Hor. Madam, 'tis now in tune. Luc. All but the base.
Hor. The base is right; 'tis the base knave that jars. How fiery and forward our pédant is ! Now, for my life, the knave doth court my love : Pedascule, I'll watch you better yet.
Bian. In time I may believe, yet I mistrust. .
Luc. Mistrust it not ; for, sure, Æacides Was Ajax,-call'd so from his grandfather.
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. Hor. You may go walk, [To Lucentio.] and give me
leave a while;
Luc. Are you so formal, sir ? well, I must wait,
Bian. Why, I am past my gamut long ago.
A re, to plead Hortensio's passion;
C faut, that loves with all affection :
E la mi, show pity, or I die.
Old fashions please me best; I am not so nice,
Enter a Servant.
(Exe. Bianca and Servant. Luc. Faith, mistress, then I have no cause to stay. [Exit,
Hor. But I have cause to pry into this pedant;
[Exit. SCENE II. The same. Before Baptista's House. Enter BAPTISTA,
GREMIO, TRANIO, KATHARINA, Bianca, LUCENTIO, and
That Katharine and Petruchio should be married,
Lucentio to this shame of ours ?
Tra. Patience, good Katharine, and Baptista too; Upon my life, Petruchio means but well,
 That is, full of humour, caprice and inconstancy JOHNSON.
Whatever fortune stays him from his word :
[Exit, weeping, followed by Bianca, and others.
and such news as you never heard of
Bap. Is it new and old too ? how may that be ?
Bion. Why, is it not news, to hear of Petruchio's coming ?
Bap. Is he come?
Bion. Why, Petruchio is coming, in a new hat, and an old jerkin ; a pair of old breeches, thrice turned; a pair of boots that have been candle-cases, one buckled, another laced ; an old rusty sword ta'en out of the town-armory, with a broken hilt, and chapeless; with two broken points : His horse hipped with an old mothy saddle, the stirrups of no kindred : besides, possessed with the glanders, and like to mose in the chine ; troubled with the lampass, infected with the fashions, full of windgalls, sped with spavins, raied with the yellows, past cure of the fives," stark spoiled with the staggers, begnawn with the bots; swayed in the back, and shouldershotten ; near-legged before, and with a half-checked bit, and a head-stall of sheep's leather; which, being restrained to keep him from stumbling, hath been often burst, and now repaired with knots: one girt six times pieced, and a woman's crupper of velure, which hath & on
The broken points might be the two broken tags to the laces. TOLLET. farriery, farcens, or farcy.--Fives. So called in the west : vives elsewhere, and avives by the French; a distemper in horses, little differing from the strangles.
GREY.  i. e. founder'd in his fore-feet; having as the jockies term it, never a fore leg to stand on.
two letters for her name, fairly set down in studs, and here and there pieced with packthread.
Bap. Who comes with him?
Bion. O, sir, his lackey, for all the world caparisoned like the horse ; with a linen stock on one leg, and a kersey boot-hose on the other, gartered with a red and blue list; an old hat, and The humour of forty fancies pricked in't for a feather : a monster, a very monster in apparel ; and not like a christian foot-boy, or a gentleman's lackey.
Tra. 'Tis some odd humour pricks him to this fashion ; -Yet oftentimes he goes but mean apparell’d.
Bap. I am glad he is come, howsoe'er he comes.
Bion. No, sir; I say, his horse comes with him on his back.
Bap. Why, that's all one.
Bion. Nay, by saint Jamy, I hold you a penny, A horse and a man is more than one, and yet not many.
Enter Petruchio and GRUMIO. Pet. Come, where be these gallants? who is at home? Bap. You are welcome, sir. Pet. And yet I come not well. Bap. And yet you halt not.
Tra. Not so well apparell'd
Pet. Were it better I should rush in thus.
Bap. Why, sir, you know this is your wedding-day:  This was some ballad or drollery of that time, which the poet here ridicules, by making Petruchio prick it up in his foot-boy's hat for a feather. His speakers are perpetually quoting scraps and stanzas of ballads, and often very obscurely; for so well are they adapted to the occasion, that they seem of a piece with the
In Shakespeare's time, the kingdom was over-run with these doggrel compo
And he seems to have borne them a very particular grudge. He frequently ridicules both them and their makers with excellent humour.
WARBURTON. I have some doubts concerning this interpretation. A fancy appears to have been some ornament worn formerly in the hat. A fancy, however, meant also a love-song, or sonnet, or other poem. MALONE.