Pet. Not I; believe me, thus I'll visit her.
Bap. But thus, I trust, you will not marry her.
Pet. Good footh, even thus; therefore ha' done
To me she's married, not unto my cloaths :
Could I repair what she will wear in me,
As I could change these poor accoutrements,
'Twere well for Kate, and better for myself.
But what a fool am I to chat with you,
When I should bid good-morrow to my Bride,
And feal the title with a lovely kiss ?
Tra. He hath some meaning in his mad attire:
We will perfuade him, be it poffible,
To put on better ere he go to church.
Bap. I'll after him, and fee the event of this. [Exit,
Tra. But, Sir, our 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);
And he shall be Vincentio of Pifa,
And make assurance here in Padua
Of greater fums than I have promised;
So shall you quietly enjoy your hope,
And marry sweet Bianca with confent.
Luc. Were it not, that my fellow school-master
Doth watch Bianca's steps so narrowly,
'Twere good, methinks, to steal our marriage;
Which once perform'd, let all the world say, no,
I'll keep my own, despight of all the world.
Tra. That by degrees we mean to look into,
And watch our vantage in this business:
We'll over-reach the grey-beard Gremio,
The narrow-prying Father Minola,
The quaint musician amorous Licio;
All for my master's fake, Lucentio,
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 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
Did afk, if Catharine should be his wife?
Ay, by gogs-woons, 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,
This mad-brain'd Bridegrooin took him fuch a cuff,
That down fell priest and book, and book and prieft.
Now take them up, quoth he, if any lift.
Tra. What said the wench, when he rose up again?
Gre. Trembled and shook ? for why, he stamp'd
As if the Vicar meant to cozen him.
But after many ceremonies done,
He calls for wine: a health, quoth he; as if
H'ad been aboard carowsing to his Mates
After a storm; quafft off the muscadel,
And threw the fops all in the sexton's face;
Havnig no other cause, but that his beard
Grew thin and hungerly, and feem'd to afk
His sops as he was drinking. This done, he took
The Bride about the neck, and kist her lips
With fuch a clamorous smack, that at the parting
All the church echo'd; and I seeing this,
Came thence for very shame; and after me,
I know, the rout is coming: Such a mad marriage
Ne'er was before. - Hark, hark, I hear the minstrels.
Enter Petruchio, Catharina, Bianca, Hortenfio, and
Pet. Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for your
I know, you think to dine with me to day,
And have prepar'd great store of wedding cheer;
But fo it is, my haste doth call me hence;
And therefore here I mean to take my leave.
Bap. Is't possible, you will away to night?
Pet. I must away to day, before night come.
Make it no wonder; if you knew my business,
You would entreat me rather go than stay.
And, honest Company, I thank you all,
That have beheld me give away myself
To this most patient, sweet and virtuous wife.
Dine with my father, drink a health to me,
For I must hence, and farewel to you all.
Tra. Let us entreat you stay 'till after dinner,
Pet. It may not be.
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 shall entreat me, stay;
But yet not stay, 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 horfes.
Do what thou canst, I will not go to-day;
No, nor to-morrow, nor till I please myself:
The door is open, Sir, there lies your way,
You may be jogging, while your boots are green ;
For me, I'll not go, 'till I please myself:
'Tis like, you'll prove a jolly furly groom,
That take it on you at the first so roundly.
Pet. O Kate, content thee, pry'thee, be not angry..
Cath. I will be angry; what hast thou to do?
Father, be quiet; he shall stay 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 the had not a spirit to resist.
Pet. They shall go forward, Kate, at thy command.
Obey the bride, you that attend on her:
Go to the feaft, revel and domineer;
Carowse full measure to her maiden-head;
Be mad and merry, or go hang yourselves;
But for my bonny Kate, the must with me.
Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret.
I will be master of what is mine own;
She is my goods, my chattels, she is my house,
My houshold-stuff, my field, my barn,
My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing;
And here she stands, touch her who ever daré.
I'll bring my action on the proudest he,
That stops my way in Padua: Grumio,
Draw forth thy weapon; we're beset with thieves;
Rescue thy mistress, if thou be a man:
Fear not, fweet wench, they shall not touch thee,
I'll buckler thee against a million.
Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones.
Gre. Went they not quickly, I should die with
Tra. Of all mad matches, never was the like.
Luc. Mistress, 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 Bride
For to fupply the places at the table;
You know, there wants no junkets at the feast;
Lucentio, you supply the Bride-groom's place;
And let Bianca take her Sister's room.
Tra. Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it!
Bap. She shall, Lucentio: Gentlemen, let's go.
Petruchio's Country House.
Y, fy on all tired jades, and all mad masters, and all foul ways! was ever man fo beaten ? 3 was ever man so ray'd? was ever man so 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 should come by a fire to thaw me; but I with blow
3 Was erver man so ray'd? That is, was ever man so mark'd
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