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Within your house, to make mine eye the witness We will go walk a little in the orchard,
Of that report which I so oft have heard.

And then to dinner : You are passing welcome, And, for an entrance to my entertainment,

And so I pray you all to think yourselves. I do present you with a man of mine,

Pet. Signior Baptista, my business asketh haste, [Presenting HORTENSIO. And every day I cannot come to woo. Cunning in musick, and the mathematicks, You knew my father well; and in him, me, To instruct her fully in those sciences,

Left solely heir to all his lands and goods, Whereof, I know, she is not ignorant:

Which I have better'd rather than decreas'd : Accept of him, or else you do me wrong ;

Then tell me,

if I get your daughter's love, His name is Licio, born in Mantua.

What dowry shall I have with her to wife? Bap. You're welcome, sir; and he, for your Bap. After my death, the one half of my lands: good sake:

And, in possession, twenty thousand crowns. But for my daughter Katharine, this I know, Pet. And, for that dowry, I'll assure her of She is not for your turn, the more my grief. Her widowhood, — be it that she survive me,

Pet. I see, you do not mean to part with her; In all my lands and leases whatsoever : Or else you like not of my company.

Let specialties be therefore drawn between us, Bap. Mistake me not, I speak but as I find. That covenants may be kept on either hand. Whence are you, sir ? what may I call your name? Bap. Ay, when the special thing is well obtain'd,

Pet. Petruchio is my name; Antonio's son, This is, - her love ; for that is all in all. A man well known throughout all Italy.

Pet. Why, that is nothing; for I tell you, father, Bap. I know him well : you are welcome for I am as peremptory as she proud-minded; his sake.

And where two raging fires meet together, Gre. Saving your tale, Petruchio, I pray, They do consume the thing that feeds their fury : Let us, that are poor petitioners, speak too : Though little fire grows great with little wind, 'Baccare! 4 you are marvellous forward.

Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all : Pet. O, pardon me, signior Gremio; I would so I to her, and so she yields to me; fain be doing.

For I am rough, and woo not like a babe. Gre. I doubt it not, sir; but you will curse your Bap. Well may'st thou woo, and happy be thy wooing.

speed ! Neighbour, this is a gift very grateful, I am sure of But be thou arm'd for some unhappy words. it. To express the like kindness myself, that have

Pet. Ay, to the proof; as mountains are for been more kindly beholden to you than any, I freely

winds, give unto you this young scholar (Presenting Lu- That shake not, though they blow perpetually. CENTIO.] that hath been long studying at Rheims : as cunning in Greek, Latin, and other languages,

Re-enter HORTENSIO, with his head broken. as the other in musick and mathematicks: his name

Bap. How now, my friend ? why dost thou look is Cambio ; pray, accept his service.

so pale ? Bap. A thousand thanks, signior Gremio: wel- Hor. For fear, I promise you, if I look pale. come, good Cambio.- But, gentle sir, ( To Tra- Bap. What, will my daughter prove a good muN10.] methinks you walk like a stranger; May I

sician? be so bold to know the cause of your coming ? Hor. I think, she'll sooner prove a soldier;

Tra. Pardon me, sir, the boldness is mine own; Iron may hold with her, but never lutes. That, being a stranger in this city here,

Bap. Why, then thou canst not break her to the Do make myseif a suitor to your daughter,

lute? Unto Bianca, fair, and virtuous.

Hor. Why, no; for she hath broke the lute to me. Nor is your firm resolve unknown to me,

I did but tell her, she mistook her frets 5, In the preferment of the eldest sister :

And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering; This liberty is all that I request,

When, with a most impatient devilish spirit, That, upon knowledge of my parentage,

Frets, call you these? quoth she: I'll fume with them: I may have welcome 'mongst the rest that woo, And, with that word, she struck me on the head, And free access and favour as the rest.

And through the instrument my pate made way; And, toward the education of your daughters, And there I stood amazed for a while, I here bestow a simple instrument,

As on a pillory, looking through the lute
And this small packet of Greek and Latin books : While she did call me, rascal fiddler,
If you accept them, then their worth is great. And—twangling Jack; with twenty such vile terms,

Bap. Lucentio is your name? of whence, I pray? As she had studied to misuse me so.
Tra. Of Pisa, sir; son to Vincentio.

Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench ; Bap. A mighty man of Pisa; by report

I love her ten times more than e'er I did : I know him well : you are very welcome, sir. 0, how I long to have some chat with her! Take you (To Hor.) the lute, and you [To Luc.) Bap. Well, go with me, and be not so discomthe set of books,

fited: You shall go see your pupils presently.

Proceed in practice with my younger daughter; Holla, within !

She's apt to learn, and thankful for good turns. Enter a Servant.

Signior Petruchio, will you go with us; Sirrah, lead

Or shall I send my daughter Kate to you? These gentlemen to my daughters; and tell them both,

Pet. I pray you do; I will attend her here, These are their turors; bid them use them well.

[Exeunt Baptista, GREMIO, TRANIO, [Erit Servant, with Hortensio, LUCENTIO,

and Hortensio. and BIONDELLO.

5 A fret in music is the stop which causes or regulates the • A proverbial exclamation then in use.

vibration of the string.

SO sour.

not sour.

And say

not so.

And woo her with some spirit when she comes. Pet. Nay, come, Kate, come ; you must not look
Say, that she rail : Why, then I'll tell her plain,
She sings as sweetly as a nightingale :

Kath. It is my fashion, when I see a crab.
Say, that she frown: I'll say, she looks as clear Pet. Why here's no crab; and therefore look
As morning roses newly wash'd with dew :
Say, she be mute, and will not speak a word;

Kath. There is, there is. Then I'll commend her volubility,

Pet. Then show it me. she uttereth piercing eloquence :


Had I a glass, I would. If she do bid me pack, I'll give her thanks,

Pet. What, you mean my face? As though she bid me stay by her a week;


Well aim'd of such a young one. If she deny to wed, I'll crave the day

Pet. Now, by saint George, I am too young for When I shall ask the banns, and when be married.

you. But here she comes; and now, Petruchio, speak. Kath. Yet you are witherd.


'Tis with cares. Enter KATHARINA.


I care not. Good-morrow, Kate ; for that's your name, I hear. Pet. Nay, hear you, Kate: in sooth, you 'scape Kath. Well have you heard, but something hard of hearing;

Kath. I chafe you, if I tarry; let me go. They call me — Katharine, that do talk of me. Pet. No, not a whit; I find you passing gentle. Pet. You lie, in faith; for you are call’d plain 'Twas told me, you were rough, and coy, and sullen, Kate,

And now I find report a very liar; And bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst; For thou art pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous; But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom, But slow in speech, yet sweet as spring-time flowers: Kate of Kate-Hall, my super-dainty Kate,

Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look askance, For dainties are all cates; and therefore, Kate, Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will; Take this of me, Kate of my consolation ;

Nor hast thou pleasure to be cross in talk ; Hearing thy mildness prais'd in every town, But thou with mildness entertain'st thy wooers. Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded, With gentle conference, soft and affable. (Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs, )

Why does the world report, that Kate doth limp? Myself am mov'd to woo thee for my wife. O slanderous world! Kate, like the hazle-twig, Kath. Mov'd! in good time : let him that mov'd Is straight and slender; and as brown in hue you hither,

As hazle-nuts, and sweeter than the kernels. Remove you hence : I knew you at the first, 0, let me see thee walk : thou dost not halt. You were a moveable.

Kath. Go, fool, and whom thou keep'st command. Pet.

Why, what's a moveable ? Pet. Did ever Dian so become a grove, Kath. A joint-stool.

As Kate this chamber with her princely gait? Pet.

Thou hast hit it: come, sit on me. O, be thou Dian, and let her be Kate; Kath. Asses are made to bear, and so are you. And then let Kate be chaste, and Dian sportful !

Pet. Alas, good Kate! I will not burden thee : Kath. Where did you study all this goodly speech? For, knowing thee to be but young and light, - Pet. It is extempore, from my mother-wit.

Kath. Too light for such a swain as you to catch; Kath. A witty mother! witless else her son. And yet as heavy as my weight should be.

Pet. Am I not wise? Pet. Should be ? should buz.


Yes. Kath.

Well ta'en, and like a buzzard. Pet. And therefore, setting all this chat aside, Pet. O, slow-winged turtle ! shall a buzzard take Thus in plain terms: Your father hath consented thee?

That you shall be my wife ; your dowry 'greed on; Kath. Ay, for a turtle; as he takes a buzzard. And, will you, nill you, I will marry you. Pet. Come, come, you wasp; i'faith, you are too Now, Kate, I am a husband for your turn; angry.

For, by this light, whereby I see thy beauty, Kath. If I be waspish, best beware my sting. (Thy beauty, that doth make me like thee well,) Pet. My remedy is then to pluck it out.

Thou must be married to no man but me: Kath. Ay, if the fool could find it where it lies. For I am he, am born to tame you, Kate ; Pet. Who knows not where a wasp doth wear his And bring you from a wild-cat to a Kate sting?

Conformable, as other household Kates. In his tail.

Here comes your father ; never make denial; Kath. In his tongue.

I must and will have Katharine to my wife. Pet.

Nay, come again. Good Kate; I am a gentleman.

Re-enter BAPTISTA, GREMIO, and TRANIO. Kath.

That I'll try.

Bap. Now,

[Striking him. Signior Petruchio: How speed you with Pet. I swear I'll cuff you, if you strike again. My daughter? Kath. So may you lose your arms :


How but well, sir ? how but well? If you strike me, you are no gentleman;

It were impossible I should speed amiss. And if no gentleman, why, then no arms.

Bap. Why, how now, daughter Katharine ? in Pet. A herald, Kate? 0, put me in thy books.

your dumps ? Kath. What is your crest ? a coxcomb?

Kath. Call you me, daughter ? now I promise you, Pet. A combless cock, so Kate will be my hen. You have show'd a tender fatherly regard, kath. No cock of mine, you crow too like a To wish me wed to one half lunatick; craven. 6

A mad-cap ruffian, and a swearing Jack, 6 A degenerate cock.

That thinks with oaths to face the matter out.

Pet. Father, 'tis thus, — yourself and all the world, In cypress chests my arras, counterpoints 8,
That talk'd of her, have talk'd amiss of her; Costly apparel, tents and canopies,
If she be curst, it is for policy:

Fine linen, Turkey cushions, boss'd with pearl,
For she's not froward, but modest as the dove; Valance of Venice gold in needle-work,
She is not hot, but temperate as the morn;

Pewter and brass, and all things that belong For patience she will prove a second Grissel ; To house, or housekeeping : then, at my farm, And Roman Lucrece for her chastity :

I have a hundred milch-kine to the pail, And to conclude, — we have 'greed so well together, Six score fat oxen standing in my stalls, That upon Sunday is the wedding-day.

And all things answerable to this portion. Kath. I'll see thee hang'd on Sunday first. Myself am struck in years, I must confess; Gre. Hark, Petruchio! she says, she'll see thee And, if I die to-morrow, this is hers, hang'd first.

If whilst I live, she will be only mine, Tra. Is this your speeding ? nay, then, good Tra. That, only, came well in -Sir, list to me; night our part !

I am my father's heir, and only son : Pet. Be patient, gentlemen ; I choose her for If I may have your daughter to my wife, myself;

I'll leave her houses three or four as good, If she and I be pleas'd, what's that to you?

Within rich Pisa walls, as any one Tis bargain'd 'twixt us twain, being alone,

Old signior Gremio has in Padua; That she shall still be curst in company.

Besides two thousand ducats by the year, I tell you 'tis incredible to believe

Of fruitful land, all which shall be her jointure. How much she loves me : 0, the kindest Kate! - What, have I pinch'd you, signior Gremio ? She hung about my neck; and kiss on kiss

Gre. Two thousand ducats by the year, of land! She vied 7 so fast, protesting oath on oath,

My land amounts not to so much in all :
That in a twink she won me to her love.

That she shall have; besides an argosyo,
Give me thy hand, Kate : I will unto Venice, That now is lying in Marseilles' road :
To buy apparel 'gainst the wedding-day :

What, have I chok'd you with an argosy?
Provide the feast, father, and bid the guests ;

Tra. Gremio, 'tis known, my father hath no less I will be sure, my Katharine shall be fine.

Than three great argosies; besides two galliasses', Bap. I know not what to say; give me your And twelve tight gallies : these I will assure her, hands;

And twice as much, whate'er thou offer'st next. Heaven send you joy, Petruchio! 'tis a match. Gre. Nay, I have offer'd all, I have no more ;

Gre. Tra. Amen, say we; we will be witnesses. And she can have no more than all I have;

Pet. Father, and wife, and gentlemen, adieu ; If you like me, she shall have me and mine. I will to Venice, Sunday comes apace :

Tra. Why, then the maid is mine from all the We will have rings, and things, and fine array ;

world, And kiss me, Kate, we will be married o’Sunday. By your firm promise; Gremio is out-vied.

[Exeunt Petruchio and KATHARINA, severally, Bap. I must confess, your offer is the best : Gre. Was ever match clapp'd up so suddenly ? And, let your father make her the assurance,

Bap. Gentlemen, now I play a merchant's part, She is your own; else, you must pardon me : And venture madly on a desperate mart.

If you should die before him where's her dower? Tra. 'Twas a commodity lay fretting by you : Tra. That's but a cavil ; he is old, I young. 'Twill bring you gain, or perish on the seas.

Gre. And may not young men die, as well as old ? Bap. The gain I seek is -quiet in the match. Bap. Well, gentlemen,

Gre. No doubt but he hath got a quiet catch. I am thus resolu'd ; - On Sunday next you know, But now, Baptista, to your younger daughter ;- My daughter Katherine is to be married Now is the day we long have looked for;

Now, on the Sunday following, shall Bianca
I am your neighbour, and was suitor first,

Be bride to you, if you make this assurance ;
Tra. And I am one, that love Bianca more If not, to signior Gremio:
Than words can witness, or your thoughts can guess. And so I take my leave, and thank you both.
Gre. Youngling! thou canst not love so dear as I.

[Erit. Tra. Grey-beard! thy love doth freeze.

Gre. Adieu, good neighbour. Now I fear thice Gre. Skipper, stand back; 'tis age that nourisheth. Tra. But youth in ladies' eyes that flourisheth. Sirrah, young gamester, your father were a fool Bap. Content you, gentlemen; I'll compound To give thee all, and in his waning age, this strife :

Set foot under thy table: Tut! a toy ! 'Tis deeds must win the prize; and he, of both, An old Italian fox is not so kind, my boy. (Erit. That can assure my daughter greatest dower

Tra. A vengeance on your crafty wither'd hide! Shall have Bianca's love.

Yet I have faced it with a card of ien. ? Say, signior Gremio, what can you assure lier ? "Tis in my head to do my master good:

Gre. First, as you, know my house within the city I see no reason, but suppos'd Lucentio Is richly furnished with plate and gold;

Must get a father, callid — suppos'd Vincentio. Basons, and ewers, to lave her dainty hands;

(Eric. My hangings all of Tyrian tapestry: In ivory coffers I have stuff'd my crowns;

& Coverings for beds ; now called counterpanes.

9 A large merchant-ship. 7 To vye and revye were terms at cards, now superseded by I A vessel of burthen worked both with sails and oara he word brag.

2 The highest card.

not ;


SCENE I. - A Room in Baptista's House. Good masters, take it not unkindly, pray,
Enter Lucentio, Hortensio, and BIANCA,

That I have been thus pleasant with you both.

Hor. You may go walk, [To LUCENTIO.] and Luc. Fiddler, forbear; you grow too forward, sir :

give me leave awhile : Have you so soon forgot the entertainment

My lessons make no music in three parts. Her sister Katharine welcom'd you withal ?

Luc. Are you so formal, sir ? well, I must wait, Hor. But, wrangling pedant, this is

And watch withal; for, but I be deceiv'd, The patroness of heavenly harmony;

Our fine musician groweth amorous. [ Aside Then give me leave to have prerogative;

Hor. Madam, before you touch the instrument, And when in musick we have spent an hour, To learn the order of my fingering, Your lecture shall have leisure for as much.

I must begin the rudiments of art; Luc. Preposterous ass ! that never read so far

To teach you gamut in a briefer sort, To know the cause why musick was ordain'd!

More pleasant, pithy, and effectual, Was it not, to refresh the mind of man,

Than hath been taught by any of my trade: After his studies, or his usual pain ?

And there it is in writing, fairly drawn. Then give me leave to read philosophy,

Bian. Why, I am past my gamut long ago. And while I pause serve in your harmony.

Hor. Yet read the gamut of Hortensio. Hor. Sirrah, I will not bear these braves of thine.

Bian. [Reads.] Gam ut I am, the ground of all Bian. Why, gentlemen, you do me double wrong,

accord, To strive for that which resteth in my choice :

A re, to plead Hortensio's passion ; I'll not be tied to hours, nor 'pointed times,

B mi, Bianca, take him for thy lord, But learn my lessons as I please myself.

C faut, that loves with all affection ; And to cut off all strife, here sit we down :

D sol re, one cliff, two notes have I; Take you your instrument, play you the whiles ;

E la mi, show pity, or I die. His lecture will be done, ere you have tun'd.

Call you this — gamut? tut! I like it not : Hor. You'll leave his lecture when I am in tune ?

Old fashions please me best; I am not so nice, [To BIANCA. Hortensio retires. To change true rules for odd inventions. Luc. That will be never; tune your instrument. Bian. Where left we last ?

Enter a Servant. Luc. Here, madam :

Serv. Mistress, your father prays you leave your Hac ibat Simois ; his est Sigeia tellus :

books, Hic steterat Priami regia celsa senis.

And help to dress your sister's chamber up; Bian. Construe them.

You know, to-morrow is the wedding day. Luc. Hac ibat, as I told you before, — Simois, I

Bian. Farewell, sweet masters, both; I must be am Lucentio, - hic est, son unto Vincentio of

gone. (Exeunt BIANCA and Servant. Pisa, - Sigeia tellus, disguised thus to get your

Luc. ’Faith, mistress, then I have no cause to love; - Hic steterat, and that Lucentio that comes


(Erit. a wooing, — Priami, is my man Tranio, - regia,

Hor. But I have cause to pry into this pedant; bearing my port, - celsa senis, that we might be- Methinks, he looks as though he were in love: – guile the old pantaloon. 3

Yet if thy thoughts, Bianca, be so humble, Hor. Madam, my instrument's in tune.

To cast thy wand'ring eyes on every stale 5,

[ Returning. Seize thee, that list: If once I find thee ranging, Bian. Let's hear;

[Hortensio plays. Hortensio will be quit with thee by changing; O fye! the treble jars.

[Exit. Luc. Spit in the hole, man, and tune again.

SCENE II. - Before Baptista's House. Bian. Now let me see if I can construe it: Hac ibat Simois, I know you not; hic est Sigeia tellus, I Enter Baptista, Gremio, Tranio, KATHARINA, trust you not; - Hic steterat Priami, take heed he

BIANCA, LUCENTIO, and Attendants. hear us not; -regia, presume not; - celsa senis, despair not.

Bap. Signior Lucentio, [T. Tkanio.] this is

the 'pointed day Hor. Madam, 'tis now in tune. Luc.

All but the base. That Katharine and Petruchio should be married, Hor. The base is right; 'tis the base knave that And yet we hear not of our son-in-law :

What will be said ? what mockery will it be, jars. How fiery and forward our pedant is !

To want the bridegroom, when the priest attends

To speak the ceremonial rites of marriage ?
Now, for my life, the knave doth court my love :
Ped iscule 4, I'll watch you better yet.

What says Lucentio to this shame of ours?

Kath. No shame but mine : I must, forsooth, le Bian. In time I may believe, yet I mistrust.

forced Luc. Mistrust it not; for sure, Æacides Was Ajax, — call’d so from his grandfather.

To give my hand, oppos'd against my beart, Bian. I must believe my master ; else I promise Who woo'd in haste, and means to wed at leisure.

Unto a mad-brain rudesby, full of spleen 6 :

I told you, I, he was a frantick fool,
I should be arguing still upon that doubt :
But let it rest. — Now, Licio, to you :

Hiding his bitter jests in blunt behaviour : 3 The old cully in Italian farces. 4 Pedant,

5 Bait, decoy.

6 Caprice, inconstancy.

And say,

And, to be noted for a merry man,

Bion. Who? that Petruchio caine ? He'll woo a thousand, 'point the day of marriage, Bap. Ay, that Petruchio came. Make friends, invite, yes, and proclaim the banns; Bion. No, sir; I say, his horse comes with him Yet never means to wed where he hath woo'd. on his back. Now must the world point at poor Katharine, Bap. Why, that's all one. Lo, there is mad Petruchio's wife,

Bion. Nay, by saint Jamy, I hold you a penny, If it would please him come and marry her.

A horse and a man is more than one, and yet not Tra. Patience, good Katharine, and Baptista, too;

many. Upon my life, Petruchio means but well, Whatever fortune stays him from his word :

Enter PETRUCHIO and GRUMIO. Though he be blunt, I know him passing wise;

Pet. Come, where be these gallants? who is at Though he be merry, yet withal he's honest.

home? Kath. 'Would Katharine had never seen him Bap. You are welcome, sir. though!


And yet I come not well. [Erit, weeping, followed by Bianca and others. Bap. And yet you halt not. Bap. Go, girl ; I cannot blame thee now to weep;


Not so well apparellid For such an injury would vex a saint,

As I wish you were. Much more a shrew of thy impatient humour.

Pet. Were it better I should rush in thus.

But where is Kate? where is my lovely bride? Enter BIONDELLO.

How does my father?--Gentles,methinks you frown: Bion. Master, master ! news, old news, and such And wherefore gaze this goodly company; news as you never heard of !

As if they saw some wondrous monument, Bap. Is it new and old too? how may that be? Some comet, or unusual prodigy ?

Bion. Why, is it not news, to hear of Petruchio's Bap. Why, sir, you know this is your wedding-day: coming ?

First were we sad, fearing you would not come ; Bap. Is he come ?

Now sadder, that you come so unprovided. Bion. Why, no, sir.

Fye! doff this habit, shame to your estate, Bap. What then?

An eye-sore to our solemn festival. Bion. He is coming.

Tra. And tell us, what occasion of import Bap. When will he be here ?

Hath all so long detain'd you from your wife, Bion. When he stands where I am, and sees you And sent you hither so unlike yourself? there.

Pet. Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear: Tra. But, say, what: - To thine old news. Sufficeth, I am come to keep my word,

Bion. Why, Petruchio is coming, in a new hat Though in some part enforced to digress; and an old jerkin ; a pair of boots that have been Which, at more leisure, I will so excuse candle-cases, one buckled, another laced; an old As you shall well be satisfied withal. rusty sword ta'en out of the town armory, with a But, where is Kate? I stay too long from her ; broken hilt and chapeless; with two broken points: The morning wears, 'tis time we were at church. His horse hipped with an old mothy saddle, the Tra. See not your bride in these unreverent robes stirrups of no kindred : besides, possessed with the Go to my chamber, put on clothes of mine. glanders, and like to mose in the chine ; troubled Pet. Not I, believe me; thus I'll visit her. with the lampass, infected with the fashions ?, full Bap. But thus, I trust, you will not marry her. of wind-galls, sped with spavins, raied with the Pet. Good sooth, even thus; therefore have done yellows, past cure of the fives 8, stark spoiled with

with words; the staggers, begnawn with the hots; swayed in the To me she's married, not unto my clothes : back, and shoulder-shotten ; ne'er legg'd before, Could I repair what she will wear in me, and with a half-check'd bit, and a head-stall of As I can change these poor accoutrements, sheep's leather ; which, being restrained to keep 'Twere well for Kate, and better for myself. him from stumbling, hath been often burst, and But what a fool am I, to chat with you, now repaired with knots: one girt six times pieced, When I should bid good-morrow to my bride, and a woman's crupper of velure 9, which hath two And seal the title with a lovely kiss ? letters for her name, fairly set down in studs, and [Ereunt PETRUCHIO, Grumio, and BIONDELLO. here and there pieced with packthread.

Tra. He hath some meaning in his mad attire : Bap. Who comes with him ?

We will persuade him, be it possible, Bion. O, sir, his lackey, for all the world capari-To put on better ere he go to church. soned like the horse ; with a linen stock ! on one Bap. I'll after him, and see the event of this. leg, and a kersey boot-hose on the other, gartered

(Erit. with a red and blue list; an old hat, and The humour Tra. But, sir, to her love concerneth us to add of forty fancies pricked in't for a feather : a monster, Her father's liking : Which to bring to pass, a very monster in apparel ; and not like a Christian As I before imparted to your worship, footboy, or a gentleman's lackey.

I am to get a man, — whate'er he be, Tra. 'Tis some odd humour pricks him to this It skills? not much; we'll fit him to our turn, fashion ;

And he shall be Vincentio of Pisa ; Yet oftentimes he goes but mean apparell’d.

And make assurance, here in Padua, Bap. I am glad he is come, howsoe'er he comes. Of greater sums than I have promised. Bion. Why, sir, he comes not.

So shall you quietly enjoy your hope, Bap. Didst thou not say, he comes ?

And marry sweet Bianca with consent. 7 Farcy.

Luc. Were it not that my fellow-schoolmaster * Vives; a distemper in horses, little differing from the Doth watch Bianca's steps so narrowly, strangles, Velvet

1 Stocking !

2 Matters.

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