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Though he be blunt, I know him passing wise;
though! rExit, weeping, followed by BIANCA, and others.
Bap. Go, girl; I cannot blaine 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, 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,4 full of windo. 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.
two broken points :] i. e. two broken tags to the laces. i- infected with the fashions, püst cure of the fives,] Fashions. So called in the West of England, but by the best
Bap. Who comes with himn?
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 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
Bap. I am glad he is come, howsoe'er he comes.
writers on farriery, farcens, or farcy. Fires. So called in the West. vnes elsewhere, and arives by the French; a distemper in horses, little differing from the strangles GLEY S n e'er legged before,) i, e. founder'd in his fore-feet. S c rupper of velure,] velure is velvet. V'clours, Fr.
7 -stock- i. e. stocking.
s - an old hat, and The humour of forty fancies pricked in't for a yeather. ] 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. WARBURTOX.
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 inan is more than one, and yet not
Enter PETRUCHIO and GRUMIO.
And yet I come not well,
Not so well apparell'd 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 eve-sore to our solemn festival.
Tra. And tell us, what occasion of import Hath all so long detain'd you from your wife, 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;o
Which, at more leisure, I will so excuse
Pet. Not l, believe me; thus Ill visit her.
[Exeunt PETKUCHIO, GRUMIO, and BIONDELLO.
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 hę be, It skills not much; we'll fit him to our turn, And he shall be Vincentio of Pisa; And make assurance, here in Pauua, Of greater suins than I have promised. So shall you quietly enjoy your hope, And marry sweet Bianca with con sent.
Luc. Were it not that iny fellow schoolmaster Doth watch Bianca's steps so varrowly, 'T'were good, inethinks, to steal our marriage;
Which once perform’d, let all the world say no,
Tra. That by degrees we mean to look into,
Re-enter GREMIO. Signior Gremio! came you from the church? Gre. As willingly as ere I came froin 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, all 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,