But learn my lessons as I please myself. Luc. Here, madam :- Hac ibat Simois; hic est Sigeia tellus Luc. Hac ibat, as I told you before,-Simois, I am Lucentio,-hic est, son unto Vincentio of Pisa,- Sigera tellus, disguised thus to get your love.-Hic steterut, and that Lucentio that comes a-wooing,- Priami, 18 my man Tranio,-regia, bearing my port,-celsa senis, that we might beguile the old pantaloon. Hor. Madam, my instrument's in tune. Bian. Let's hear; O fy the treble jars. (Returning.) (Hortensio plays. Luc. Spit in the hole, man, and tune again. Bian. Now let me see if I can construe it: Hac ibat Simois, I know you not; Hic est Sigeia tellus, 1 trus: you not; Hic steterat Priami, take heed he hear us not ;-regia, presume not;-celsa senis, despair not. Hor. Madam, 'tis now in tune. Luc. All but the base. Hor. The base is right; 'tis the base knave, that jars. How fiery and forward our pedant is! Now, for my life, the knave doth court my love: Pedascule, I'll watch you better yet. Bian. In time I may believe, yet I mistrust. acides Was Ajax,-call'd so from his grandfather. Bian. I must believe my master; else, I promise you, I should be arguing still upon that doubt; But let it rest. Now, Licio, to you : Good masters, take it not unkindly, pray, That I have been thus pleasant with you both. Hor. You may go walk, (to Lucentio) and give me leave awhile; My lessons make no music in three parts. Lue. Are you so formal, sir? well, I must wait, And watch withal; for, but I be deceived, Our fine musician groweth amorous. E (Aside Hor. Madam, before you touch the instrument, must begin with rudiments of art; Bian. Why, I am past my gamut long ago. Bian. (Reads.) Gamut I am the ground of all accord, B mi, Bianca, take him for thy lord, Call you this-gamut? tut! I like it not : Enter a Servant. [books, Serv. Mistress, your father prays you leave your And help to dress your sister's chamber up; You know, to-morrow is the wedding-day. Bian. Farewell, sweet masters, both; I must be gone. [Exeunt Bianca and Servant. Luc. 'Faith, mistress, then I have no cause to stay. [Exil Hor. But I have cause to pry into this pedant; Hortensio will be quit with thee by changing. [Exit. SCENE II. The same. Before Baptista's House. Enter BAPTISTA, GREMIO, TRANIO, KATHARINA, BIANCA, LUCENTIO, and Attendants. Baptista. Signior Lucentio, (to Tranio) this is the 'pointed day, That Katharine and Petruchio should be married, Kath. No shame but mine: I must, forsooth, be forced To give my hand, opposed against my heart, Unto a mad-brain rudesby, full of spleen; Who woo'd in haste, and means to wed at leisure. Hiding his bitter jests in blunt behaviour: He'll woo a thousand, 'point the day of marriage, Tra. Patience, good Katharine, and Baptista too; Kath. 'Would Katharine had never seen him though! [Exit, weeping, followed by Bianca, and others. Bap. Go, girl; I cannot blame thee now to weep; For such an injury would vex a saint, Much more a shrew of thy impatient humour. Enter BIONDELLO. Bion. Master, master! news, old news, and such 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 Petruchios coming? Bap. Is he come? Bion. Why, no, sir. Bap. What then? Bion. He is coming. Bap. When will he be here? Bion. When he stands where I am, and sees you there. Tra. But, say, what:--To thine old news. Bion. Why, Petruchio is coming, in a new hat, and an old jerkin; a pair of old breeches, thrice turned; a pair of boots, that have been candle-cases, one buckled, another laced; an old rusty sword ta'en out of the town armoury, with a broken hilt, and chapeless, with two broken points. His horse hipped with an old mothy saddle, the stirrups of no kindred: besides, possessed with the glanders, and like to mose in the chine; troubled with the lampass, infected with the fashions, full of wind-galls, sped with spavins, raied with the yellows, past cure of the fives, stark spoiled with the staggers, begnawn with the bots; swayed in the back, and shoulder-shotten; ne'er-legged before, and with a halfchecked bit, and a head-stall of sheep's leather; which, being restrained to keep him from stumbling, hath been often burst, and now repaired with knots; one girt six times pieced, and a woman's crupper of velure, which hath two letters for her name, fairly set down in studs, and here and there pieced with packthread. Bap. Who comes with him? Bion. O, sir, his lackey, for all the world caparisoned like the horse; with a linen stock on one leg, and a kersey boot-hose on the other, gartered with a red and blue list; an old hat, and The humour of forty fancies pricked in 't for a feather: a monster, a very monster in apparel; and not like a Christian foot-boy, or a gentleman's lackey. Tra. 'Tis some odd humour pricks him to this fashion: Yet oftentimes he goes but mean apparell'd. Bap. I am glad he is come, howsoe'er he comes. Bion. Why, sir, he comes not. Bap. Didst thou not say, he comes? Bion. Who? that Petruchio came ? Bap. Ay, that Petruchio came. Bion. No, sir; I say, his horse comes with hini on his back. Bap. Why, that's all one. Bion. Nay, by St Jamy, I hold you a penny, A horse and a man is more than one, and yet not many. Enter PETRUCHIO and GRUMIO. Pet. Come, where be these gallants? who is at home? Bap. And yet you halt not. As I wish you were. And yet I come not well. Not so well apparell'd Pet. Were it better I should rush in thus. But where is Kate? where is my lovely bride? How does my father?- Gentles, methinks you frown: And wherefore gaze this goodly company; As if they saw some wondrous monument, Some comet, or unusual prodigy? Bap. Why, sir, you know, this is your wedding-day: First were we sad, fearing you would not come; Now sadder, that you come so unprovided. Fy doff this habit, shame to your estate, An eye-sore to our solemn festival. Tra. And tell us what occasion of import Pet. Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear: But where is Kate? I stay too long from her; Go to my chamber, put on clothes of mine. Pet. Not I, believe me; thus I'll visit her. To me she's married, not unto my clothes: [Exeunt Petruchio, Grumio, and Biondello. Tra. He hath some meaning in his mad attire: We will persuade him, be it possible, To put on better, ere he go to church. Bap. I'll after him, and see the event of this. [Exil. Tra. But, sir, to her 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,- Luc. Were it not that my fellow schoolmaster |