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Pet. Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear :
Sufficeth, I am come to keep my word;

Though in fome part enforced to digrefs,
Which, at more leisure, I will fo excufe
As you shall well be fatisfied withal.
But where is Kate? I stay too long from her ;
The morning wears; 'tis time we were at church.

Tra. See not your bride in thefe unreverent robes ;
Go to my chamber, put on cloths of mine.

Pet. Not I; believe me, thus l'ļl visit her.
Bap. But thus, I trust, you will not marry her.

Pet. Good footh, even thus; therefore ha done with words;
To me she's married, not unto my cloths :
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 seal the title with a lovely kiss !


Tra. He hath some meaning in his mad attire:
We will persuade him, be it possible,
To put on better ere he


to church. Bap. I'll after him, and fee the event of this. [Exit.

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Enter Gremio.
Now, signior Gremio, came you from the church?

Gre. As willingly as e'er I came from school.
Tra. And are the bride and bridegroom coming home?

Gre. A bridegroom, fay you? 'tis a groom, indeed,
A grumbling groom, and that the girl îhall 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, á devil, the devil's dam.

Gre. Tut! she's a lamb, a dove, a fool to him:
I'll tell you, fir Lucentio, when the priest
Did ask, if Catharine should be his wife,
Ay, by gogs-woons, quoth he; and swore so loud,
That, 'all amaz’d, the prieit let fall the book :
And, as he stoop'd again to take it up,
This madbrain'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 rose up 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,


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He calls for wine : a health, quoth he; as if
H’ad been aboard carousing to his mates
After a storm ; quaff’d off the muscadel,
And threw the sops all in the sexton's face;
Having no other cause, but that his beard
Grew thin and hungerly, and seem'd to ask
His sops as he was drinking. This done, he took
The bride about the neck, and kiss'd her lips
With such a clamorous smack, that, at the parting,
All the church echo'd: and I, seeing this,
Came thence for very shame; and after me
The rout is coming: such a mad marriage
Ne’er was before. Hark, hark! the minstrels play. [mufick plays.


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Enter Petruchio, Catharina, Bianca, Hortensio, and Baptista.

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

Bap. Is’t poslible you must 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, sir.
.: Pet. It cannot be.
Cath. Let me entreat you, sir.


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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. Grumio, my horses.
Gru. Sir, they be ready: the oats have eaten the horses.

Cath. Nay then,
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


boots are green ; For me, I'll not go, till I please myself: "Tis like, you'll prove a jolly surly groom, That take it on you at the first so roundly.

Pet. 0, Kate, content thee; pr’ythee, 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 see, a woman may be made a fool,
If she 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 feast, revel and domineer;
Carouse full measure to her maidenhead;
Be mad and merry, or go hang yourselves ;
But for my bonny Kate, she 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, and my house,
She is my housholdstuff, my field, my barn,

My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing;
And here the stands, touch her whoever dare ;
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, sweet wench, they shall not touch thee, Kate;
I'll buckler thee against a million. [Exe. Pet. and Cath.

Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones.

. Went they not quickly, I should die with laughing.
Tra. Of all mad matches, never was the like!
Luc. Mistress, what's your opinion of your fifter ?
Bian. That, being mad herself, she's madly mated.
Gre. I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated.

Bap. Neighbours and friends,though bride and bridegroom want
For to supply the places at the table,
You know, there wants no junkets at the feast:
Lucentio, you supply the bridegroom'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. [Exeunt.

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Petruchio's Country-House.

Enter Grumio.

TIE, fie on all tired jades, on all mad masters, and all foul

ways ! was ever man so weary? was ever man so beaten? was ever man so raied? I am sent before to make a fire, and they are coming after to warm them : now, were I not a little pot, and soon 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 blowing the fire, shall warm myself; for, considering the weather, a taller man than I will take cold: holla, hoa! Curtis !



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