Bap. Why, that's all one. Bion. Nay, by St Janny, I hold you a penny A horfe and a man is more than one, and yet not Enter Petruchio and Grumio fantastically habited. Pet. Come, where be these gallants? who is at home? Bap. You're welcome, Sir. Pet. And yet I come not well. Bap. And yet you halt not. Tra. Not fo well 'parell'd as I wish you were. And wherefore gaze this goodly company, Bap. Why, Sir, you know this is your weddingday: Firft were we fad, fearing you would not come ; Now fadder, that you come fo unprovided. Fy, doff this habit, fhame to your estate, An eye-fore to our folemn feftival. Tra. And tell us what occcafion of import Hath all fo long detain'd you from your wife, And fent you hither fo unlike yourself? Pet. Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear: But where is Kate? I ftay too long from her; Pet. Good footh, even thus; therefore ha' done To me fhe's married, not unto my cloaths. Bap. I'll after him, and fee th' event of this. SCENE V. [Exit. Tra. But, Sir, our love concerneth us to add I am to get a man, (whate'er he be, And make affurance here in Padua Luc. Were it not that my fellow schoolmaster Tra. That by degrees we mean to look into, Now, 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, fay you? 'tis a groom indeed, A grumbling groom, and that the girl fhall find. Tra. Curfter than fhe? why, 'tis impoffible. Gre. Why, he's a devil, a devil, a very fiend. Tra. Why, fhe's a devil, a devil, the devil's dam. Gre. Tut, he's a lamb, a dove, a fool to him: I'll tell you, Sir Lucentio; when the priest Should ask, if Catharine fhould be his wife? Ay, by gogs-woons, quoth he; and fwore fo loud, That, all amaz’d, the priest let fall the book; And as he ftoop'd again to take it up, This mad-brain'd bridegroom took him fuch a cuff, He calls for wine: a health, quoth he: as if Came thence for very fhame; and after me, I know, the rout is coming. Such a mad marriage Ne'er was before.- -Hark, hark, I hear the min ftrels. SCENE [Mufic plays. VII. Enter Petruchio, Catharina, Bianca, Hortenfio, and Baptifta.. Pet. Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for your pains; I know you think to dine with me to-day, And therefore here I mean to take my leave. Gre. Let me intreat you. Pet. It cannot be. Cath. Let me intreat you. Pet. I am content Cath. Are you content to stay? Pet. I am content you fhall intreat me stay; But yet not stay, intreat me how you can. Cath. Now, if you love me, stay. Pet. Grumio, my horses. Gru. Ay, Sir, they be ready; the oats have eaten the horses. Cath. Nay, then, Do what thou canft, I will not go to-day; No, nor to-morrow, nor 'till I please myself. Pet. O, Kate, content thee, pr'ythee, be not angry. Cath. I will be angry; what haft thou to do? Father, be quiet; he thail ftay my leifure. Gre, Ay, marry, Sir; now it begins to work. Cath. Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner. I fee a woman may be made a fool, If fhe had not a fpirit to refift, Pet. They fhall go forward, Kate, at thy com mand. Obey the bride, you that attend on her : She is my goods, my chattels, fhe is my house, Draw forth thy weapon; we're befet with thieves; Fear not, fweet wench, they fhall not touch thee, Kate; I'll buckler thee against a million. A [Exeunt Pet. and Cath. Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones. Gre. Went they not quickly, I fhould die with laughing. Tra. Of all mad matches, never was the like. Luc. Miftrefs, what's your opinion of your filter? Bian. That, being mad herself, fhe's madly mated. Gre. I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated. Bap. Neighbours and friends, though bride and bridegroom want For to fupply the places at the table, You know there wants no junkets at the feast: Lucentio, you fupply the bridegroom's place; And let Bianca take her fifter's room. Tra. Shall fweet Bianca practise how to bride it? Bap. She fhall, Lucentio: gentlemen, let's go. [Exeunt. |