Why, Petruchio is coming in a new hat and an old jerkin; a pair of old breeches thrice turned; a pair of boots that have been candle-cases, one buckled, another laced; an old rusty sword ta'en out of the town armoury, with an old mothy saddle and stirrups of no kindred; besides, possessed with the glanders, and like to mose in the chine, troubled with the lampass, infected with the fashions, full of windgalls, sped with spavins, rayed with the yellows, past cure of the fives, stark spoiled with the spives, begnawn with the bots, swayed in the back and shoulder-shotton, near-legged before and with a half-cheeked bit and a headstall of sheep's leather which, being restrained to keep him from stumbling, hath been often burst, and new-repaired with knots; one girth six times pieces, and a woman's crupper of velour, which hath two letters for her name fairly set down in studs, and here and there pierced with pack-thread.