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Hor. Madam, before you touch the instrument,
Bian. Why, I am pass'd my gamut long ago.
Are; to plead Hortensio's paffion; [cord, Bi mi, Bianca, take him for thy lord;
Cfaut, that loves with all effection ;
you this gamut ? tut, I like it not: Old fashions please me beft; I am not so nice To change true rules for new inventions.
Enter a Servant.
[Exit. Luc. 'Faith, mistress, then I have no cause to stay,
[Exit. Hor. But I have cause to pry into this pedant; Methinks he looks as tho' he were in love : Yêt if thy thoughts, Bianca, be so humble, To cast thy wand'ring eyes on every stale ; Seize thee who list; if once I find thee ranging; Hortenfio will be quit with thee by changing. Exit.
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tio, Bianca, and attendants.
W bat will be faid! what inockery will it be,
Tra. Patience, good Catharine, and Baptifta top; Upon my life, Petruchio-means but well, IV hatever fortune stays him from his words, Tho' he be blunt, know him passing wife: Tho' he be mcrry, yet withal he's honesta Cath. Would Catherine had never seen him tho!!
(Exit, weeping: Bap. Go, girl; I cannot blame thee now to weep; For fuch an injury would vex a faint, Much more a threw of thy impatient humour.
SCENE III. Enter Biondello. Bion. Mafter, master; old news, and such news aš 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 ?
Bip. Is he come? * Biou. Why, no, Sir, B.10. What then? Bion. He is coming. Bap. When will he be here? pien. When he stands where I am, and fees you
Tra. But say, what to thine old news ? ! Bion. - Why, Petruchio is coming in a new hat and an old jerkin; a pair of old breeches thrice tund; a pair of boots that have been candle-cafes, one buc:
kled, another lace'd; an old rusty sword ta'en oisi ' of the town armoury, with a broken hilt, and chopen ·less, with two broken points; his horse hipp'd
an old mothy saddle, the stirrups of no kindred ; l• fides poffefs'd with the glanders, and like to poten
the chine, troubled with the lamp:ife, infeccü ilin " the fashions, full of windgalls, sped with spazi..., 'raied with the yellows, past cure of the fives, liars 'fpoil'd with the ftaggers, begnawn with the bots, “ waid in the back and thoulder-fhotten, rear-legg'd • before, and with a half-chock'd bit, and a headital . of sheep's leather; which being restrain'd, to keep
him from stumbling, hath been often burk, and now repair’d with knots; one girt fix tiires piece'd, and 1 woman's
crupper of velure, which hath two letters • for her name, fairly set down in fuds, and here and " there piece'd with pack-thread.'
Bap. " Who comes with him?
Bion. Oh, Sir, his lackey, for all the world can • rifon'd like the horse, with a linen stock cn, one leg, • and a kersey boot-hofe on the other, garter'd with a ' red and blue.lid, an old hat, and* the burnour of yoriy
fancies prick'd up in't for a feather: a monster, a via
ry monster in apparel, and not like a ian foot. • boy, or a gentleman's lackey.'
Tra. 'Tis fome odd humour pricks hiin to this faYet-oftentimes he goes but mean apparel'd. (shion ;
Bap. I am glad he's come; howsoever he comes.
Bion. No, Sir; I fay his horse comes with him on his back.
Bap. Why, that's all one.
Bion. Nay, by St. Jamy, I hold you a penny, A horse and a man is more than one, and yet not inany.. * Sm. balad or crollery o that time is here ridiculed.
SC Ε Ν Ε IV. Enter Petruchio and Grumio fantastically habited. Pet. Come, where be these gallants? who is at home! B.zp. You're welcome, Sir. Pet. And yet I come not well. Bup. And yet you halt nt. Tru. Net so well 'parell'd as I wish you were.
Pet. Wcre it better, I should rush in thus. But where is Kate? where is my lovely bride? How does my father? Gentles, methinks
frown : And wherefore gaze this goodly company, As if they saw some wondrous monument, Some comet, or unusual prodigy?
Bap. Why, Sir, you know, this is your wedding-day: First, were we fad, fearing you would not come ; Now, fadder, that you come fo unprovided. Fie, doff this habit, shame to your eltate, An eye-fore to our folemn festival,
Tra. And tell us what occasion of import Hath all fo long detain'd you from your wife, And sent you hither so unlike yourself?
Pet. Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear : Suiiceth, I am come to keep my word, Tho' in some part inforced to digress, Wlrich at more leisure I will so excuse, you
shall be well satisfied withal. But where is Kate ? I stay too long from her ; The morning wears; 'tis time we were at church.
pra. See not your bride in thefe unreverent robes; Go to my chamber, put on cloaths of mine.
Pot. Not I; believe me, thus I'll visit her.
And feal the title with a lovely kiss.
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Luc. Were it not that my fellow-schoolmaster
Tra. That by degrees we mean to look into.
SCENE VI. Enter Gremio.*;
Gre. As willingly as e'er I came from school.
home? Gre. A bridegroom, fay you ? 'tis a groom, indeed, A grumbling groom, and that the girl thall find.
Tra. Curiter than the ? why, 'tis impoffible.
Gre. But, she's a lamb, a dove, a fool to him.
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