And I, seeing this, came thence for very shame; ACT III Sc. II [Music plays. Re-enter PETRUCHIO, KATE, BIANCA, BAPTISTA, PET. Gentlemen and Friends, I thank you for your pains: I know you think to dine with me to-day, To this most patient, sweet, and virtuous wife: PET. It cannot be. Let me entreat you, Sir. 181 190 Let me entreat you stay. PET. I am content. Are you content to stay? PET. I am content you shall entreat me stay; But yet not stay, entreat me how you can. KATH. Now, if you love me, stay. PET. Grumio, my horse. 200 GRU. Ay, Sir; they be ready: the oats have eaten the horses. KATH. Nay, then, Do what thou canst, I will not go to-day; 1 company. ACT III For me, I'll not be gone till I please myself: Father, be quiet: he shall stay my leisure. If she had not a spirit to resist. PET. They shall go forward, Kate, at thy command: Draw forth thy weapon, we are beset with thieves; 210 220 230 Fear not, sweet Wench! they shall not touch thee, I'll buckler thee against a million. [Exeunt PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, and GRUMIO. BAP. Nay; let them go, a couple of quiet ones. GRE. Went they not quickly, I should die with laughing. Luc. Mistress, what's your opinion of your sister? 240 BAP. Neighbours and Friends, though bride and bridegroom wants2 For to supply the places at the table, You know there wants no junkets at the feast. 1 (slang?) lord it, take your ease. 2 are lacking. You shall supply the bridegroom's place, Lucentio ; TRA. Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it? [exeunt. ACT III Sc. II ACT IV SCENE I. PETRUCHIO'S House. Enter GRUMIO. GRU. Fie, fie on all tir'd jades, on all mad masters, and all foul ways! Was ever man so beaten? was ever man so ray'd?1 was ever man so weary? I am sent before to make a fire, and they are coming after to warm them. Now, were not I a little pot, and soon hot, my very lips might freeze to my teeth, my tongue to the roof of my mouth, my heart in my belly, ere I should come by a fire to thaw me: but I, with blowing the fire, shall warm myself; for, considering the weather, a taller man than I will take cold. Holla, ho! Curtis! Enter CURTIS. CURT. Who is that calls so coldly? GRU. A piece of ice: if thou doubt it, thou may'st slide 19 CURT. Is she so hot a shrew as she's reported? CURT. Away, you three-inch Fool! I am no beast. ACT IV a fire, or shall I complain on thee to our mistress, whose hand (she being now at hand) thou shalt soon feel, to thy cold comfort, for being slow in thy hot office? 30 CURT. I pr'ythee, good Grumio, tell me, how goes the world? GRU. A cold world, Curtis, in every office but thine; and therefore fire: do thy duty, and have thy duty; for my master and mistress are almost frozen to death. CURT. There's fire ready; and therefore, good Grumio, the news. GRU. Why, Jack, Boy! ho, Boy! and as much news as will thaw. 40 CURT. Come, you are so full of cony-catching!1 CURT. All ready; and therefore, I pray thee, news? GRU. First, know, my horse is tir'd; my master and mistress fallen out. CURT. HOW? 50 GRU. Out of their saddles into the dirt; and thereby hangs a tale. CURT. Let's ha't, good Grumio. GRU. Lend thine ear. CURT. Here. GRU. There. CURT. This is to feel a tale, not to hear a tale. 58 GRU. And therefore 'tis call'd a sensible tale: and this cuff was but to knock at your ear, and beseech listening. Now I begin: Imprimis, we came down a foul hill, my master riding behind my mistress. CURT. Both of one horse? GRU. What's that to thee? CURT. Why, a horse. GRU. Tell thou the tale: but, hadst thou not cross'd me, 1 cheating, ¿e. quibbling. 2 stoups of leather. 3 tankards. thou should'st have heard how her horse fell, and she under her horse; thou should'st have heard in how miry a place; how she was bemoil'd;' how he left her with the horse upon her; how he beat me because her horse stumbled; how she waded through the dirt to pluck him off me; how he swore; how she pray'd, that never pray'd before; how I cried; how the horses ran away; how her bridle was burst; how I lost my crupper: with many things of worthy memory, which now shall die in oblivion, and thou return unexperienc'd' to thy grave. 78 CURT. By this reckoning, he is more shrew than she. CURT. They are. GRU. Call them forth. CURT. Do you hear, ho? you must meet my master, to 5 countenance my mistress. GRU. Why, she hath a face of her own. CURT. Who knows not that? 91 GRU. Thou, it seems, that calls for company to countenance her. CURT. I call them forth to credit her." GRU. Why, she comes to borrow nothing of them. Enter four or five Serving-men. NATH. Welcome home, Grumio! PHIL. How now, Grumio! Jos. What, Grumio! NICH. Fellow Grumio! NATH. How now, old Lad! 100 GRU. Welcome, you! how now, you! what, you! ACT IV Sc. I |