Bap. Who comes with him? Bion. Oh sir, his Lackey, for all the world Caparison'd like the horse: with a linnen stock on one leg, and a kersey boot-hose on the other, gartred with a red and blew list; an old hat, & the humor of forty fancies prickt in't for a feather: a monster, a very monster in apparell, & not like a Christian foot-boy, or a gentlemans Lacky
Tra. 'Tis some od humor pricks him to this fashion, Yet oftentimes he goes but meane apparel'd
Bap. I am glad he's come, howsoere he comes
Bion. Why sir, he comes not
Bap. Didst thou not say hee comes? Bion. Who, that Petruchio came? Bap. I, that Petruchio came
Bion. No sir, I say his horse comes with him on his backe
Bap. Why that's all one
Bion. Nay by S[aint]. Iamy, I hold you a penny, a horse and a man is more then one, and yet not many. Enter Petruchio and Grumio.
Pet. Come, where be these gallants? who's at home? Bap. You are welcome sir
Petr. And yet I come not well
Bap. And yet you halt not
Tra. Not so well apparell'd as I wish you were
Petr. Were it better I should rush in thus: But where is Kate? where is my louely Bride? How does my father? gentles methinkes you frowne, And wherefore gaze this goodly company, As if they saw some wondrous monument, Some Commet, or vnusuall prodigie? 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 vnprouided: Fie, doff this habit, shame to your estate, An eye-sore to our solemne festiuall
Tra. And tell vs what occasion of import Hath all so long detain'd you from your wife, And sent you hither so vnlike your selfe? Petr. Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to heare, Sufficeth I am come to keepe my word, Though in some part inforced to digresse, Which at more leysure I will so excuse, As you shall well be satisfied with all. But where is Kate? I stay too long from her, The morning weares, 'tis time we were at Church
Tra. See not your Bride in these vnreuerent robes, Goe to my chamber, put on clothes of mine
Pet. Not I, beleeue me, thus Ile visit her
Bap. But thus I trust you will not marry her
Pet. Good sooth euen thus: therefore ha done with words, To me she's married, not vnto my cloathes: Could I repaire what she will weare in me, As I can change these poore accoutrements, 'Twere well for Kate, and better for my selfe. But what a foole am I to chat with you, When I should bid good morrow to my Bride? And seale the title with a louely kisse. Enter.
Tra. He hath some meaning in his mad attire, We will perswade him be it possible, To put on better ere he goe to Church
Bap. Ile after him, and see the euent of this. Enter.
Tra. But sir, Loue concerneth vs to adde Her fathers liking, which to bring to passe As before imparted to your worship, I am to get a man what ere he be, It skills not much, weele fit him to our turne, And he shall be Vincentio of Pisa, And make assurance heere in Padua Of greater summes then I haue promised, So shall you quietly enioy your hope, And marry sweet Bianca with consent
Luc. Were it not that my fellow schoolemaster Doth watch Bianca's steps so narrowly: 'Twere good me-thinkes to steale our marriage, Which once perform'd, let all the world say no, Ile keepe mine owne despite of all the world