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Pet. Not I; believe me, thus I'll vifit her.
Bap. But thus, I truft, you will not marry her. Pet. Good footh, even thus; therefore ha' done with words ;
To me she's married, not unto my cloaths:
Bap. I'll after him, and fee the event of this. [Exit,
Tra. But, Sir, our love concerneth us to add
It skills not much; we'll fit him to our turn);
And make affurance here in Padua
Luc. Were it not, that my fellow school-master
'Twere good, methinks, to steal our marriage;
The quaint musician amorous Licio;
Now, Signior Gremio, came you from the church?
Gre. A Bridegroom, fay you? 'tis a groom, indeed,
Ay, by gogs-woons, quoth he and fwore so loud,
This mad-brain'd Bridegrooin took him fuch a cuff,
Tra. What faid the wench, when he rose up again? Gre. Trembled and fhook? for why, he ftamp'd and fwore,
As if the Vicar meant to cozen him.
But after many ceremonies done,
He calls for wine: a health, quoth he; as if
With fuch a clamorous fmack, that at the parting
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,
Tra. Let us entreat you stay 'till after dinner,
Gre. Let me entreat you.
Pet. It cannot be.
Cath. Let me entreat you.
Pet. I am content
Cath. Are you content to stay?
Pet. I am content, you fhall entreat me, stay; But yet not ftay, entreat me how you can.
Cath. Now if you love me, stay.
Pet. Grumia, my horfes.
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;
Pet. O Kate, content thee, pry'thee, be not angry.. Cath. I will be angry; what haft thou to do? Father, be quiet; he fhall ftay my leisure.
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 he had not a fpirit to refift.
Pet. They fhall go forward, Kate, at thy command.
She is my goods, my chattels, fhe is my house,
My horse, my ox, my afs, my any thing;
Draw forth thy weapon; we're befet with thieves;
Fear not, fweet wench, they fhall not touch thee,
I'll buckler thee against a million.
[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 Sister? Bian. That, being mad herself, she's madly mated. Gre. I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated.
Bap. Neighbours and friends, tho' Bride and Bridegroom want
For to fupply the places at the table;
You know, there wants no junkets at the feast;
Tra. Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it?
Petruchio's Country Houfe.
and all mad masters,
Y, fy on all tired jades, and all foul ways! was ever man fo beaten? was ever man fo ray'd? was ever man fo weary? I am fent before, to make a fire; and they are coming after, to warm them now were not I a little pot, and foon hot, my very lips might freeze to my teeth, my tongue to the roof of my mouth, my heart in my belly, ere I fhould come by a fire to thaw me; but I with blow
3 Was ever man so ray'd?] That is, was ever man fo mark'd with lafhes.