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Though he be blunt, I know him passing wise ;
Though he be merry, yet withal he's honest.
Kath. 'Would Katharine had never seen him

[Exit, weeping, followed by BIANCA, and others.

Bap. Go, girl ; I cannot blame thee now to weep; For such an injury would vex a saint, Much more a shrew of thy impatient humour.

Enter BIONDELLO. Bion. Master, master! news, old news, and sucha 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, no, sir.
Bap. What then?
Bion. He is coming.
Bap. When will he be here?
Bion. When he stands where I am, and sees 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 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 wind


two broken points :) i. e. two broken tags to the laces.

infected with the fashions, — past cure of the fives, ] ] Fashions. So called in the West of England, but by the best

galls, 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 shoulder-shotten ; ne'er 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 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:8 à monster, a very monster in apparel ; and not like a christian footboy, 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. Why, sir, he comes not.
Bap. Didst thou not say, he comes ?
Bion. Who? that Petruchio came?

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writers on 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.

ne'er legged before,] i. e. founder'd in his fore-feet.

crupper of velure,] Velure is velvet. Velours, Fr.
stock - i. e. stocking.

an old hat, and The humour of forty fancies pricked in't for a feather :] This was some ballad or drollery at 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 old ballads, and often


obscurely; for, so well are they adapted to the occasion, that they seem of a piece with the rest. WARBURTON.


Bap. Ay, that Petruchio came.

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


Pet. Come, where be these gallants ? who is at

Bap. You are welcome, sir.

And yet I come not well. Bap. And yet you

halt not. Tra.

Not so well apparelld As I wish you were.

Pet. Were it better I should 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 saw some wondrous monument, Some comet, or unusual prodigy Bap. Why, sir, you know, this is your wedding

day :
First were we sad, fearing you would not come;
Now sadder, that you come so unprovided.
Fye! doff this habit, shame to your estate,
An eye-sore to our solemn festival.

Tra. And tell us, what occasion of import
Hath all so long



from And sent you hither so unlike yourself?

Pet. Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear: Sufficeth, I am come to keep my word, Though in some part enforced to digress ;'

your wife,

- to digress ;] To deviate from my promise.

Which, at more leisure, I will so excuse
As you shall well be satisfied withal. .
But, where is Kate ? I stay too long from her ;
The morning wears, 'tis time we were at church.
Tra. See not your bride in these unreverent

robes ;
Go to my chamber, put on clothes of mine.

Pet. Not I, believe me; thus I'll visit her.
Bap. But thus, I trust, you will not marry

her. Pet. Good sooth, even thus; therefore have done

with words;
To me she's married, not unto my clothes :
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 ?

Tra. He hath some meaning in his mad attire:
We will persuade him, be it possible,
To put on better ere he go to church.
Bap. I'll after him, and see the event of this.

[Exit. Tra. But, sir, to 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, It skills not much; we'll fit him to our turn, And he shall be Vincentio of Pisa ; And make assurance here in Padua, Of greater 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 schoolmaster Doth watch Bianca's steps so narrowly, 'Twere good, mcthinks, to steal our marriage;

Which once perform’d, let all the world say-no,
I'll keep mine own, despite 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 greybeard, Gremio,
The narrow-prying father, Minola ;
The quaint musician, amorous Licio;
All for my master's sake, Lucentio.-

Re-enter GREMIO.

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, in

deed, 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, ail amaz’d, the priest let fall the book : And, as he stoop'd again to take it up, The 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 list.

Tra. What said the wench, when he arose again? Gre. Trembled and shook; for why, he stamp’d,

and swore,

As if the vicar meant to cozen him. But after many ceremonies done,

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