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TRANIO:
'Tis some odd humour pricks him to this fashion;
Yet oftentimes he goes but mean-apparell'd.
BAPTISTA:
I am glad he's come, howsoe'er he comes.
BIONDELLO:
Why, sir, he comes not.
BAPTISTA:
Didst thou not say he comes?
BIONDELLO:
Who? that Petruchio came?
BAPTISTA:
Ay, that Petruchio came.
BIONDELLO:
No, sir, I say his horse comes, with him on his back.
BAPTISTA:
Why, that's all one.
BIONDELLO:
Nay, by Saint Jamy,
I hold you a penny,
A horse and a man
Is more than one,
And yet not many.
PETRUCHIO:
Come, where be these gallants? who's at home?
BAPTISTA:
You are welcome, sir.
PETRUCHIO:
And yet I come not well.
BAPTISTA:
And yet you halt not.
TRANIO:
Not so well apparell'd
As I wish you were.
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:
Not I, believe me: thus I'll visit her.
BAPTISTA:
But thus, I trust, you will not marry her.
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!
TRANIO:
He hath some meaning in his mad attire: