A craven is a degenerate cock. 2 Dr. Johnfon propofes to read, "ply'd fo faft." 3 Meaning, Tis wonderful to fee. 4 i. c. a timorous, daftardly creature.

Sirrah, young gamefter, your father were a fool
To give thee all, and, in his waining age,

Set foot under thy table: Tut! a toy!

An old Italian fox is not fo kind, my boy. [Exit.

Tra. A vengeance on your crafty withered hide! Yet I have fac'd it with a card of ten +.

'Tis in my head to do my mafter good :—

I fee no reafon, but fuppos'd Lucentio

Muft get a father, call'd-fuppos'd Vincentio;

Tra. That, only, came well in-Sir, lift to me; And that's a wonder: fathers, commonly,

2 Gallias was a veffel with both fails and oars, partaking of the nature 3 i. e, qut-bid: vye and revye were terms used at the game of gleek, now fuperfeded by the modern word brag, 4 That is, with the highest card, in the old fimple games of our ancestors; fo that this became a proverbial expreffion.

Luc. Prepofterous afs! that never read fo far
To know the cause why mufick was ordain'd!
Was it not, to refresh the mind of man,
After his ftudies, or his ufual pain?
Then give me leave to read philofophy,
And, while I paufe, ferve in your harmony.

Hor. Sirrah, I will not bear these braves of thine.
Bian. Why, gentlemen, you do me double
wrong,

To strive for that which refteth in my choice:
I am no breeching scholar in the fchools;
I'll not be ty'd to hours, nor 'pointed times,
But learn my leffens as I pleafe myself.
And, to cut off all ftrife, here fit we down :-
Take you your inftrument, play you the whiles;
His lecture will be done, ere you have tun'd.
Hor. You'll leave his lecture, when I am in tune?
[Hortenfio retires.
Luc. That will be never;-tune your inftrument.
Bian. Where left we laft?
Lure. Here, madam :-

Hat ibat Simois; bic eft Sigeia tellus;

Hic fleterat Priami regia celfa fenis.

Bian. Conftrue them.

I must begin with rudiments of art;
To teach you gamut in a briefer fort,
More pleasant, pithy, and effectual,
Than hath been taught by any of my trade:
And there it is in writing, fairly drawn.

Bian. Why, I am past my gamut long ago.
Hor. Yet read the gamut of Hortenfio. [accord,
Bian. [reading.] Gamut I am, the ground of all
A re, to plead Hortenfio's paffion;

B mi, Bianca, take him for thy lord,
Cfaut, that loves with all affection:
D fol re, one cliff, two notes have 1;
E la mi, how pity, or I die.
Call you this-gamut ? tut! I like it not:
Old fafhions please me beft; I am not fo nice,
To change true rules for odd inventions.
Enter a Servant.

Ser. Miftrefs, your father prays you leave your
books,

And help to dress your fifter's chamber up;
You know, to-morrow is the wedding-day.

Bian. Farewel, fweet mafters, both; I must
be gone.
[Exit.

Luc. Faith, miftrefs, then I have no caufe to Luc. Hac ibat, as I told you before,-Simois, stay. [Exit. I am Lucentio,hic e, fon unto Vincentio of Hor. But I have caufe to pry into this pedant; Pifa, ·Sigeia tellus, disguised thus to get your Methinks, he looks as though he were in love :→→→ love;-Hic fleterat, and that Lucentio that comes Yet if thy thoughts, Bianca, be fo humble, a wooing,―Priami, is my man Tranio,—regia, To caft thy wandering eyes on every stale, bearing my port,--celfa finis, that we might be-Seize thee, that lift: If once I find thee ranging, guile the old Pantaloon. Hortenfio will be quit with thee by changing.

'Tis the bafe knave that jars.

How fiery and forward our pedant is!

Now, for my life, the knave doth court my love: To give my hand, oppos'd against my heart,

Pedafcule, I'll watch you better yet.

Bian. In time I may believe, yet I mistrust.
Luc. Miftruft it not; for, fure, acides
Was Ajax, call'd fo from his grandfather. [you,
Bian. I must believe my mafter; elfe, I promite
I should be arguing ftill upon that doubt:
But let it reft.-Now, Licio, to you:~
Good mafters, take it not unkindly, pray,
That I have been thus pleasant with you both.
Hor. You may go walk, and give me leave
My lelions make no mufick in three parts. [awhile;
Luc. Are you fo formal, fir? well, I muft wait,
And watch withal; for, but I be deceiv'd,
Qur fine musician groweth amorous.

[Afide.

Unto a mad-brain rudefby, full of spleen 2 ;
Who woo'd in hafte, and means to wed at leifure,
I told you, I, he was a frantick fool,
Hiding his bitter jefts in blunt behaviour:
And, to be noted for a merry man,
He'll woo a thoufand, 'point the day of marriage,
Make friends, invite, yes, and proclaim the banns;
Yet never means to wed where he hath woo'd.
Now must the world point at poor Katharine,
And fay,-Lo there is mad Petruchio's wife,
If it would please him come and marry her.

Tra. Patience, good Katharine, and Baptista too;
Upon my life, Petruchio means but well,
Whatever fortune itays him from his word :

Hor. Madam, before you touch the inftrument, Though he be blunt, I know him paffing wife; Though he be merry, yet withal he's honeft.

To learn the order of my fingering,

That is, po school-boy liable to be whipped. 2 i, c, caprice,

Kath. Would, Katharine had never feen him

though!
[Exit weeping.
Rap. Go, girl; I cannot blame thee now to weep;

For fuch an injury would vex a faint,
Much more a threw of thy impatient humour.

Enter Biondello.

Bion. Who? that Petruchio came ?
Bap. Ay, that Petruchio came.

Bion. No, fir; I fay, his horfe comes with him on his back.

Bap. Why, that's all one.

Bion. Nay, by faint Jamy, I hold you a penny,

Bis. Mafter, matter news, old news, and fuch | A horfe and a man is more than one, and yet not 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?

Bup. Is he come ?

B. Why, no, fir.

Bas. What then?

Ea. He is coming.

Bus. When will he be here ?

B... When he titands where I am, and fees you!

there.

many.

Enter Petruchio and Grumio.

Pet. Come, where be thefe gallants? who is at

home?

Bap. You are welcome, fir.
Pet. And yet I come not well.
Bap. And yet you halt not.
Tra. Not fo well apparell'd
As I with you were.

Pet. Were it better, I fhould rufh in thus.
But where is Kate? where is my lovely bride ?—
How does my father?-Gentles, methinks you
And wherefore gaze this goodly company; [frown:
As if they faw fome wondrous monument,
Some comet, or unufual prodigy?

[day:

Bap. Why, fir, you know, this is your wedding
First were we fad, fearing you would not come;
Now fadder, that you come fo unprovided.
Fye! doff this habit, fhame to your estate,
An eye-fore to our folemn feftival.

Tra. And tell us, what occafion of import
Hath all fo long detain'd you from your wife,
And fent you hither fo unlike yourself?

fra. Bat, fay, what to thine old news? B. Way, Petruchio is coming, in a new hat, and 2nd jerkin; a pair of old breeches, thrice turn'd; a pair of boots that have been candle-cafes, one buckled, another Lic'd; an old ratty fword ta'en on of the town armory, with a broken hilt, and chapeless, with two broken points: His horfe hip'd with an old mithe faddle, the stirrups of no kindred: "bei.des, poffeffed with the glanders, and like to mofe in the chine; troubled with the lampa, infected with the fathlons 1, full of windgalls, fped with spazmus, rated with the yellows, part care of the fives 2, ftark fpoded with the ftaggers, Pet. Tedious it were to tell, and harth to hear; began with the buts; iway'd in the back, and Sarticeth, I am come to keep my word, thouder-thotten; near legg'd 3 before, and with Though in fome part enforced to digrefs 7; a half-check'd bit, and a headstall of theep's lea-Which, at more leifure, 1 will fo excufe ther; which being retrain'd to keep him from As you fhall well be fatisfied withal. fumbing, hath been often burst, and now repair'd But, where is Kate? 1 ftay too long from her; with Kauts: one g. fix times piec'd, and a wo-The morning wears, 'tis time we were at church. man's crupper of velure 4, which hath two letters Tra. See not your bride in these unreverent for her name, fairly fet down in ftuds, and here and there pieced with packthread.

B.p. Who comes with him?

robes;

Go to my chamber, put on cloaths of mine.

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 have done
with words;

Bat. Oh, fir, his lacquey, for all the world cao'd like the horfe; with a linen stock on car leg, and a kerley boot hofe on the other, gaster d with a red and blue lift; an old hat, and To me fhe's marry'd, not unto my cloaths: The burmur of faty fancies prick'd in't for a Could I repair what fhe will wear in me, feather: a moniter, a very monster in apparel; As I can change these poor accoutrements, and not like a christian foot-boy, or a gentleman's boquey.

T. 'Tis fome odd humour pricks him to this
fashion;

Ys oftentimes he goes but mean apparell'd.
Bep. I am glad he is come, howfoever he comes.
B. Why, fr, he comes not.

Bap. Draft thou not fay, he comes?

'Twere well for Kate, and better for myself.
But what a fool am I, to chat with you,
When I fhould bid good-morrow to my bride,
And feal the title with a lovely kifs?

[Ext. Pet. Gru. and Bion.
Tra. He hath fome meaning in his mad attire:
We will perfuade him, be it poffible,
To put on better ere he go to church.

That is, the firey. 2 A diftemper in horfes, little differing from the ftrangles. 3 Meaning that heat or interferes. i. c. velvet. 5 i. e. flocking. 6 This was fome ballad or drollery of that time, which the poet here ridicules, by making Petruchio prick it up in his foot-boy's old hat for a feather. In Shakspeare's time, the kingdom was over-run with thefe doggrel compofitions; and Le feems to have bore them a very particular grudge. He frequently ridicules both them and bir takers with excellent humour. In Much ado about Nothing, he makes Benedick fay, Prove that tuer 1 unje more fluid with love than I get again with drinking, prick out my eyes with a ballad maker's pen : at the bluntnels of it would make the execution extremely painful. 7 i. e. to deviate from my.

Вар.

Bap. I'll after him, and fee the event of this. Such a mad marriage never was before: [Exit. Hark, hark! I hear the minstrels play. [Mufick plays. Enter Petruchio, Katharine, Bianca, Hortenfin, and

Tra. But, fir, 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 atfurance, here in Padua,
Of greater fums than I have promited.
So thall you quietly enjoy your hope,
And marry fweet Bianca with confent.

Luc. Were it not that my fellow fchool-mafter
Doth watch Bianca's fteps fo narrowly,
'Iwere good, methinks, to fteal our marriage;
Which once perform'd, let all the world fay-no,
I'll keep mine own, delpight 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 mufician, amorous Licio;
All for my maiter's fake, Lucentio.-
Re-enter Gremio.

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 the? why, 'tis impoffible.
Gre. Why, he's a devil, a devil, a very fiend.
Tra. Why, the's a devil, a devil, the devil's dam.
Gre. Tut! fhe's a lamb, a dove, a fool to him.
I'll tell you, fir Lucentio; When the priest
Should ask-if Katharine fhould be his wife,
Ay, by gog's-wouns, quoth he; and fwore fo loud,
That, all amaz'd, the prieft let fall the book:
And, as he stoop'd again to take it up,
This mad-brain'd bridegroom took him fuch a cuff,
That down fell prieft and book, and book and priest;
Now take them up, quoth he, if any lift.

Tra. What faid the wench, when he rofe up again?

[and fwore,

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 he had been aboard,
Carowfing to his mates after a ftorm:
Quaff'd off the mufcadel, and threw the fops
All in the fexton's face; having no other reafon,
But that his beard grew thin and hungerly,
And feem'd to ask him fops as he was drinking.
This done, he took the bride about the neck;
And kits'd her lips with fuch a clamorous fmack,
That, at the parting, all the church did echo.
I, feeing this, came thence for very fhame;
And after me, I know, the rout is coming:

Baptifla.

Pet. Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for your
I know, you think to dine with me to-day, [pains:
And have prepar'd great ftore of wedding cheer;
But fo it is, my hafte doth call me hence,
And therefore here I mean to take my leave.

Bap. Is't pollible, you will away to-night?
Pet. I muft away to-day, before night come :-
Make it no wonder; if you knew my bufinefs,
You would entreat me rather go than stay.
And, honeft company, I thank you all,
That have beheld me give away myself
To this moft patient, fweet, and virtuous wife;
Dine with my father, drink a health to me;
For I muft hence, and farewel to you all.

Tra. Let us intreat you ftay 'till after dinner.
Pet. It may not be.

Gre. Let me intreat you.

Pet. It cannot be.

Kath. Let me intreat you.

Pet. I am content.

Kath. Are you content to stay?

Pct. I am content you shall intreat me stay;
But yet not stay, intreat me how you can.
Kath. Now, if you love me, ftay.

Pet. Grumio, my horses.
[the horfes 2.
Gru. Ay, fir, they be ready; the oats have eaten
Kath. Nay, then,

Do what thou canft, I will not go to-day;
No, nor to-morrow, nor till I please myself,
The door is open, fir, there lies your way,
You may be jogging, while your boots are green;
For me, I'll not be gone, '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; pr'ythee, be not angry,
Kath. I will be angry; What haft thou to do?
Father, be quiet; he shall stay my leifure.
Gre. Ay, marry, fir: now it begins to work.
Kath. Gentlemen, forward to the bridal-dinner :--

I fee, a woman may be made a fool,

If the had not a spirit to resist.

[mand:-
Pet. They fhall go forward, Kate, at thy com
Obey the bride, you that attend on her:
Go to the feaft, revel and domineer,
Caroufe full measure to her maidenhead,
Be mad and merry, or go hang yourselves;
But for my bonny Kate, the must with me.
Nay, look not big, nor ftamp, nor ftare, nor fret ;
I will be mafter of what is mine own:
She is my goods, my chattels; the is my house,
My houfhold-ftuff, my field, my barn,
My horfe, my ox, my afs, my any thing;
And here the ftands, touch her whoever dare;
I'll bring my action on the proudest he
That stops my way in Padua.-Grumio,

The fashion of introducing a bowl of wine into the church at a wedding to be drank by the Bride and bridegroom and perfons prefent, was very anciently a conftant ceremony; and, as appears from this paffage, not abolished in our author's age. 2 Meaning, that they had caten more oats than they were worth.

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