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Bian. I must believe my master, else I promise you, I should be arguing still upon that doubt; But let it reft. Now, Licio, to you: Good malters, take it not unkindly, pray, That I have been thus pleasant with you both.
Hor. You may go walk, and give me leave a while; My lessons make no mufick in three parts.
Luc. Are you fo formal, Sir ? well, I must wait,
Hor. Madam, before you touch the instrument,
Bian. Why, I am past my Gamut long ago.
Cfaut, that loves with all affection ; D sol re,
one cliff, but two notes have l. Elami, show pity, or I die.
Call you this Gamut ? tut, I like it not ;
Enter a Servant.
(15) Old fashions please me beft: I'm not so nice
To cbange true Rules for new Inventions. ] This is Sense and the Meaning of the Patfage ; but the Reading of the Second Verse, for all that, is sophisticated. The genuine Copies all concur in Reading, Ta change true Rules for old Inventions,
And help to dress your fifter's chamber up ;
[Exit. Luc. Faith, mistress, then I have no cause to stay.
. Hor. But I have cause to pry into this pedant, Methinks, he looks as tho' he were in love: Yet if thy thoughts, Bianca, be so humble, To cast thy wandring eyes on every Stale ; Seize thee, who lift, if once I find thee ranging, Hortenfio will be quit with thee by changing. [Exile Enter Baptifta, Gremio, Tranio, Catharina, Lucentio,
Bianca, and attendants.
This, indeed, is contrary, to the very Thing it should exo press : But the easy Alteration, which I have made, restores the Sense, and adds a Contrast in the Terms perfe&tly juft. Iruk Rules are oppos'd to odd Inventions ; i. e. W bimsies.
If it would please him come and marry her.
Tra. Patience, good Catharine, and Baptista too ;.
Enter Biondello. Bion. Master, Master; old news, and such news asyou never heard of.
Bap. Is it new and old too? how may chat be?
Bion. Why, is it not news to hear of Petruchio's coming ?
Bap. Is he come?
Bap. What then?
Bap. When will he be here?
Bion. Why, Petruchio is coming in a new hat and an old jerkin ; a pair of old breeches thrice turn'd; a pair of boots that have been candle cases; one buckled, another lac'd ; an old rusty sword ta'en out of the town-armory, with a broken hilt, and chapeless, with two broken points ; his horse hip'd with an old mothy saddle, the stirrups of no kindred; besides, pofleft with the glanders, and like to mose in the chine, troubled with the lampaffe, infected with the fashions, full of windgalls, sped with spavins, 'raied with the yellows, paft cure of the fives, ftark spoiled with the staggers, begnawn with the bots, waid in the back and shoulderhotten, -near-legg'd before, and with a half-check’t bit, and.a headfall of theep's leather, which being refrain'd,
to keep him from ftumbling, hath been often burst, and now repair’d with knots ; one girt fix times.piec'd, and a woman's crupper of velure, which hath two letters for her name, fairly set down in ftuds, and here and there piec'd with packthread.
Bap. Who comes with him?
Bion. Oh, Sir, his lackey, for all the world capari. fon'd like the horse, with a linnen stock on one leg, and a kersey boot-hose on the other, garter'd with a red and blue lift, an old hat, and the humour of forty fancies pricke up in't for a feather : a monster, a very monster in apparel, and not like a christian footboy, or a gentleman's lackey. Tra. 'Tis fome odd humour pricks him to this
Bap. I am glad he's come, howsoever he comes.
Bion. No, Sir; I say, his horse comes with him on his back.
Bap. Why, that's all one.
Bion. Nay, by St. Jamy, I hold you a penny,
Enter Petruchio and Grumio fantastically babited.
Pet. Were it better, I should rush in thụs.
Bap. Why, Sir, you know, this is your wedding day:
Tra. And tell us what occasion of import
Pet. Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to heart::
Tra.. See not your Bride in these unreverent robes ja
Pet. Not I;. believe me, thus I'll visit her.
Tra. But, Sir, our love concerneth us to add