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Pet. Not I; believe me, thus I'll vifit her.

Bap. But thus, I truft, you will not marry her. Pet. Good footh, even thus; therefore ha' done with words ;

To me she's married, not unto my cloaths:
Could I repair what fhe 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 should bid good-morrow to my Bride,
And feal the title with a lovely kifs?

Tra. He hath fome 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,


Tra. But, Sir, 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 fhall be Vincentio of Pisa,

And make affurance here in Padua
Of greater fums than I have promised;
So fhall you quietly enjoy your hope,
And marry fweet Bianca with confent.

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

'Twere good, methinks, to steal our marriage;
Which once perform'd, let all the world fay, no,
I'll keep my own, defpight 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,
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The quaint musician amorous Licio;
All for my master's fake, Lucentio.


Enter Gremio.

Now, 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

Gre. A Bridegroom, fay you? 'tis a groom, indeed,
A grumbling groom, and that the girl fhall find."
Tra. Curfter than 'fhe? why, 'tis impoffible.
Gre. Why, he's a devil, a devil, a very fiend.
Tra. Why, fhe's a devil, a devil, the devil's dam.
Gre. Tut, fhe's a lamb, a dove, a fool to him :
I'll tell you, Sir Lucentio; when the Priest
Did afk, if Catharine fhould be his wife?

Ay, by gogs-woons, quoth he and fwore 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 Bridegrooin took him fuch a cuff,
That down fell prieft and book, and book and priest.
Now take them up, quoth he, if any lift.

Tra. What faid the wench, when he rose up again? Gre. Trembled 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 if
H'ad been aboard carowfing to his Mates
After a ftorm; quafft off the mufcadel,
And threw the fops all in the fexton's face i
Havnig no other caufe, but that his beard
Grew thin and hungerly, and feem'd to afk
His fops as he was drinking. This done, he took
The Bride about the neck, and kist her lips

With fuch a clamorous fmack, that at the parting
All the church echo'd; and I feeing this,
Came thence for very fhame; and after me,
I know, the rout is coming: Such a mad marriage
Ne'er was before.-Hark, hark, I hear the minstrels,
[Mufick plays.


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 will away to night?
Pet. I muft 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.

Pet. It cannot be.

Cath. Let me entreat you.

Pet. I am content

Cath. Are you content to stay?

Pet. I am content, you fhall entreat me, stay; But yet not ftay, entreat me how you can.

Cath. Now if you love me, stay.

Pet. Grumia, my horfes.



Gru. Ay, 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, Sir, 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 so roundly.

Pet. O Kate, content thee, pry'thee, be not angry.. Cath. I will be angry; what haft thou to do? Father, be quiet; he fhall ftay my leisure.

Gre. Ay, marry, Sir; now it begins to work. Cath. Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner. I fee, a woman may be made a fool,

If he had not a fpirit to refift.

Pet. They fhall go forward, Kate, at thy command.
Obey the bride, you that attend on her:
Go to the feaft, revel and domineer;
Carowfe full measure to her maiden-head;
Be mad and merry, or go hang yourselves;
But for my bonny Kate, the 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, fhe is my house,
My houfhold-stuff, my field, my barn,

My horse, my ox, my afs, my any thing;
And here fhe ftands, touch her who ever daré.
I'll bring my action on the proudest he,
That ftops my way in Padua: Grumio,

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

Fear not, fweet wench, they fhall not touch thee,


I'll buckler thee against a million.

[Exeunt Pet. and Cath.


Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones.

Gre. Went they not quickly, I fhould die with laughing.

Tra. Of all mad matches, never was the like,

Luc. Miftrefs, what's your opinion of your Sister? Bian. That, being mad herself, she's madly mated. Gre. I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated.

Bap. Neighbours and friends, tho' 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 Bride-groom's place;
And let Bianca take her Sifter's room.

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




Petruchio's Country Houfe.

Enter Grumio.



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