Tra. See not your bride in these unreverent robes; Go to my chamber, put on clothes of mine. Pet. Not I, believe me: thus I'll visit her. Bap. But thus, I trust, you will not marry her. Pet. Good sooth, even thus: therefore have done with words; 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. [Exit. 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 Tra. That by degrees we mean to look into, The quaint musician, amorous Licio; All for my master's sake, Lucentio. Re-enter GREMIO. Signior Gremio! came you from the church? Tra. What said the wench, when he arose again? swore, As if the vicar meant to cozen him. But after many ceremonies done, He calls for wine ;-A health, quoth he; as if But that his beard grew thin and hungerly, 1 Quaff'd off the muscadel,] The fashion of introducing a bowl of wine into the church at a wedding, to be drank by the bride and bridegroom, and persons present, was very anciently a constant ceremony; and, as appears from this passage, not abolished in our author's age. And seem'd to ask him sops as he was drinking. [Musick. Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, BIANCA, BAPTISTA, HORTENSIO, GRUMIO, and train. 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. Gre. Pet. It cannot be. Pet. I am content. Let me entreat you. Let me entreat you. Are you content to stay? 2 And kiss'd her lips-] This also is a very ancient custom, as appears from the following rubrick: "Surgant ambo, sponsus et sponsa, et accipiat sponsus pacem à sacerdote, et ferat sponsæ, osculans eam, et neminem alium, nec ipse, nec ipsa." Manuale Sarum, Paris, 1533, 4to. fol. 69. Pet. I am content you shall entreat me stay; Pet. Grumio, my horses †. 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; Pet. O, Kate, content thee; pr'ythee 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: 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: 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 any thing; "My horse." MALONE. Draw forth thy weapon, we're beset with thieves; Fear not, sweet wench, they shall not touch thee, Kate; [Exeunt PETRUCHIO, KATHARINE, and GRUMIO. Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones. Tra. Of all mad matches, never was the like! Bap. Neighbours and friends, though bride and bridegroom wants For to supply the places at the table, You know, there wants no junkets at the feast ;- Tra. Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it? Bap. She shall, Lucentio. — Come, gentlemen, let's [Exeunt. go ACT IV. SCENE I-A Hall in Petruchio's Country House. Enter GRUMIO. Gru. Fye, fye, on all tired jades! on all mad masters! and all foul ways! Was ever man so beaten? was ever man so rayed? was ever man so weary? I am sent before to make a fire, and they are coming after to warm them. Now, were not I 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 3 man so rayed?] i. c. bewrayed, made dirty. |