Taming of the Shrew

BIONDELLO


No, sir, I say his horse comes, with him on his back.
 
BIONDELLO


Nay, by Saint Jamy,
I hold you a penny,
A horse and a man
Is more than one,
And yet not many.

Enter PETRUCHIO and GRUMIO
 
PETRUCHIO


Come, where be these gallants? who's at home?
 
PETRUCHIO


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?
 
BAPTISTA


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.
Fie, doff this habit, shame to your estate,
An eye-sore to our solemn festival!
 
TRANIO


And tells us, what occasion of import
Hath all so long detain'd you from your wife,
And sent you hither so unlike yourself?
 
PETRUCHIO


Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear:
Sufficeth I am come to keep my word,
Though in some part enforced to digress;
Which, at more leisure, I will so excuse
As you shall well be satisfied withal.
But where is Kate? I stay too long from her:
The morning wears, 'tis time we were at church.
 
TRANIO


See not your bride in these unreverent robes:
Go to my chamber; Put on clothes of mine.
 
PETRUCHIO


Good sooth, even thus; therefore ha' done with words:
To 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 lovely kiss!

Exeunt PETRUCHIO and GRUMIO
 
TRANIO


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


I'll after him, and see the event of this.

Exeunt BAPTISTA, GREMIO, and attendants
 
TRANIO


But to her love concerneth us to add
Her father's liking: which to bring to pass,
As I before unparted 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 Pisa;
And make assurance here in Padua
Of greater sums than I have promised.
So shall you quietly enjoy your hope,
And marry sweet Bianca with consent.
 
LUCENTIO


Were it not that my fellow-school-master
Doth watch Bianca's steps so narrowly,
'Twere good, methinks, to steal our marriage;
Which once perform'd, let all the world say no,
I'll keep mine own, despite of all the world.
 
TRANIO


That by degrees we mean to look into,
And watch our vantage in this business:
We'll over-reach the greybeard, Gremio,
The narrow-prying father, Minola,
The quaint musician, amorous Licio;
All for my master's sake, Lucentio.

Re-enter GREMIO

Signior Gremio, came you from the church?
 
GREMIO


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