Bap. But thus, I trust, you will not marry her.

Pet. Good sooth, even thus; therefore ha' done with words; o me she's married, not unto my clothes : Could I repair what she will wear in me, As I can 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 loving kiss! What, ho! my Kate-my Kate! what, ho!

[Exit, followed by BIONDELLO, C.

Gru. What, ho! why, Kate! what, ho!

[Exit after them, c.

Bap. Let's after him, and see the event of this.

[Exit, following, C.

Tra. Now, sir,

s I before imparted to your worship,

am to get a man,-whate'er he be,

skills not much; we'll fit him to our turn,And he shall be Vincentio of Pisa ; And make assurance here in Padua, f greater sums than I have promised. o shall you quietly enjoy your hope, nd marry sweet Bianca with consent.

Luc. Were it not that my fellow-schoolmaster oth watch Bianca's steps so narrowly,

Iwere good, methinks, to steal our marriage; Which once perform'd, let all the world say—no, keep mine own, despite of all the world.

Enter GREMIO, C.

ignior 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, say you? 'tis a groom, indeed, grumbling groom, and that the girl shall find.

Why he's a devil, a devi!, 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
Should ask-if Katharine should be his wife,
Ay, by gogs-wouns, 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 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,

He calls for wine :-A health, quoth he, as if
He had been abroad, 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 reason,-

But that his beard grew thin and hungerly,
And seem'd to ask him 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 did echo.
And I, seeing this, came thence for very shame;
And after me, I know, the rout is coming:
Such a mad marriage never was before.
Hark, hark! I hear the minstrels play.

[Music

Enter wedding-guests, dancing; then BIANCA, BAPTISTA, HORTENSIO; then PETRUCIIIO with KATHARINE, fol lowed by GRUMIO, etc. All from C.

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 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 farewell to you all.

Tra. Let us entreat you stay till after dinner.
Pet. It may not be.

Pet. I am content you shall entreat me stay ;

But yet not stay, entreat me how you can.

Kath. Now, if you love me, stay.

Pet.

Grumio, my horse.

Gru. Ay, sir, they be ready; the oats have eaten the horses.

Kath. Nay, then,

Do what thou canst, I will not go to-day;

No, nor to-morrow, not till I please myself.

The door is open, sir, there lies your way,

You may be jogging whiles your boots are green;
For me, I'll not be gone, till I please myself:
Tis like, you'll prove a jolly surly groom,
That take it on you at the first so roundly.

Pct. O Kate, content thee; prithee be not angry.
Kath. 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.

Kath. Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner:

see, a woman may be made a fool,

f she had not a spirit to resist.

Pet. They shall go forward, Kate, to thy command: bey the bride, you that attend on her:

to to the feast, revel and domineer,

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; she is my house,

My household stuff, my field, my barn,

My horse, my ox, my ass, my anything;
And here she stands, touch her whoever dare,

I'll bring mine action on the proudest he

That stops my way in Padua. Grumio,

Draw forth thy weapon, [Cracking his whip, and GRUMI does the same.] we are 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.

[Exit PETRUCHIO carrying KATHARINE in his arms, f
lowed by GRUMIO; the rest grouped, amazed,
either side.

CURTAIN.
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ACT IV.

SCENE 1.-Before BAPTISTA's house.

Enter TRANIO and HORTENSIO from the gateway.

Tra. Of all mad matches never was the like, or Katharine, being mad herself, is madly mated. Hor. I warrant him-Petruchio's Kated.

ind now shall fair Bianca practise how to bride it.
Tra. Is't possible, friend Licio, that mistress Bianca
Doth fancy any other but Lucentio ?

tell you, sir, she bears me fair in hand.

Hor. Sir, to satisfy you in what I have said,

tand by, and mark the manner of his teaching. [They go aside at the L.]

Enter BIANCA and LUCENTIO from gateway.

Luc. Now, mistress, profit you in what you read?
Bian. What, master, read you? first resolve me that.
Luc. I read that I profess, the art to love.

Bian. And may you prove, sir, master of your art!
Luc. While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of my heart.
[Exeunt off, R.

HORTENSIO and TRANIO come forward.

Tra. O despiteful love! unconstant womankind?

tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful.

Hor. Mistake no more: I am not Licio,

for a musician, as I seem to be ;

ut one that scorn to live in this disguise

or such a one as leaves a gentleman,