Though he be blunt, I know him passing wise; Kath. 'Would Katharine had never seen him though! [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 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, 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 there. 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:3 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 の 4 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 5 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 pack thread. 6 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 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. Bap. Didst thou not say, he comes? writers on farriery, farcens, or farcy. Fires. So called in the West. vires elsewhere, and avives by the French; a distemper in horses, little differing from the strangles 6 7 GREY. ne'er legged before,] i. e. founder'd in his fore-feet. 8 — 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 very 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 many. Enter PETRUCHIO and GRUMIO. yet not Pet. Come, where be these gallants? who is at 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; Bap. Why, sir, you know, this is your weddingday: First were we sad, fearing you would not come; Tra. And tell us, what occasion of import 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; to digress;] To deviate from my promise. 9 As you Which, at more leisure, I will so excuse 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. To me she's married, not unto my clothes: [Exeunt PETRUCHIO, GRUMIO, and BIONDELLO. 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,- fellow schoolmaster "Twere good, methinks, to steal our marriage; Which once perform'd, let all the world say-no, Re-enter GREMIO. Signior Gremio! came you from the church? home? Gre. A bridegroom, say you? 'tis a groom, in- A grumbling groom, and that the girl shall find. Gre. Tut! she's a lamb, a dove, a fool to him. 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, |