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no other reafon but that his beard grew thinne and hungerly, and feem'd to afke him fops as he was drinking. This done, he tooke the bride about the neck and kift her lips with fuch a clamorous fmacke, that at the parting all the church did. eccho and I feeing this, came thence for very shame, and after mee I know the rout is comming, fuch a mad marriage neuer was before: harke, harke I heare the minstrels, play. Muficke playes.

Enter Petruchio, Kate, Bianca, Hortenfio, Baptifta. Petr. Gentlemen and friends I thanke you for your pains,

I know you thinke to dine with mee to day,

And haue prepar'd great ftore of wedding cheere,

But fo it is, my hafte doth call mee hence,

And therefore heere I meane to take my leaue.
Bap. Is't poffible you will away to night?
Pet. I muft away to day before night come,
Make it no wonder if you knew my bufineffe,
You would intreate me rather goe then stay:
And honeft company, I thanke you all,
That haue beheld me giue away myfelfe

To this moft patient, fweete, and vertuous wife,
Dine with my father, drinke a health to mee,
For I must hence, and farewell to you all.

Tra. Let vs intreate you still after dinner.
Pet. It may not be.

Gru. Let me intreate you.

Pet. It cannot be.

Kat. Let me intreate you.

Pet. I am content.

Kat. Are you content to stay?

Pet. I am content you shall intreate me ftay, But yet not ftay, intreate me how you can. Kat. Now if you loue me ftay.

Pet.

Pet. Grumio, my horse.

Gru. I fir they be ready, the oates haue eaten the horses.
Kat. Nay then,

Doe what thou canft, I will not goe to day,
No, nor to-morrow, not till I please myselfe,
The dore is open fir, there lies your way,
You may be iogging whiles your bootes are greene:
For mee, Ile not be gone till I please myselfe,
'Tis like you'll proue a iolly furly groome,
That take it on you at the first so roundly.

Pet. O Kate content thee prethee be not angrie.
Kate. I will be angry, what haft thou to doe?
Father, be quiet, he shall stay my leisure.

Gre. I marrie fir, now it begins to worke.

Kat. Gentlemen, forward to the bridall dinner, I see a woman may be maide a foole

If fhe had not a spirit to refift.

Pet. They fhall go forward Kate at thy command,
Obey the bride you that attend on her.

Goe to the feaft, reuell and domineere,
Carowfe full measure to her maiden-head,

Be madde and merry, or goe hang yourselues:
But for my bonny Kate, fhe muft with me:
Nay, looke not big, nor ftampe, nor ftare, nor fret,
I will be master of what is mine owne,

Shee is my goods, my chattels, fhe is my house,
My houfhold-stuffe, my field my barne,
My horfe, my oxe, my affe, my any thing,
And heere fhee ftands, touch her who euer dare,
Ile bring mine action on the proudest he
That stops my way in Padua: Grumio

Draw forth thy weapon, wee are befet with theeues,
Rescue thy mistresse if thou be a man:
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Feare

Feare not fweete wench, they fhall not touch thee Kate,
Ile buckler thee against a million.

Exeunt Pet. Kat.

Bap. Nay, let them goe, a couple of quiet ones.

Gre. Went they not quickly, I fhould die with laughing. Tra. Of all mad matches neuer was the like.

Luc. Miftreffe, what's your opinion of your fifter?

Bian, That being mad herselfe, she's madly mated.
Gre. I warrant him Petruchio is Kated.

Bap. Neighbours and friends, though bride and brideFor to fupply the places at the table,

You know there wants no iunckets at the feast:
Lucentio you fhall fupply the bridegroomes place,
And let Bianca take her fifters roome.

(groom wants

Tra. Shall fweete Bianca practise how to bride it?
Bap. She fhall Lucentio come gentlemen let's goe.

Exeunt.

Enter Grumio.

Gru. Fie fie on all tired iades, on all mad masters, and all foule waies: was euer man fo beaten? was euer man fo raied? was euer man fo weary? I am fent before to make a fire, and they are comming after to warme them: now were not I a litle pot, and foone hot; my very lippes might freeze to my teeth, my tongue to the roofe of my mouth, my heart in my belly, ere I should come by a fire to thaw mee, but I with blowing the fire fhall warme myfelfe: for confidering the weather, a taller man then I will take cold: holla, hoa Curtis.

Enter Curtis.

Curt. Who is thats calls fo coldly?

Gru. A piece of ice if thou doubt it, thou maist slide from my shoulder to my heele, with no greater a run but my head and my necke, A fire good Curtis.

Cus

Cur. Is my master and his wife comming Grumio?
Gru. Oh I Burtis I, and therefore fire, fire, caft on no water.
Cur. Is fhe fo hot a fhrew as she's reported ?

Gru. She was good Curtis before this froft: but thou know'ft winter tames man, woman, and beast: for it hath tam'd my olde master, and my new miftris, and myselfe fellow Curtis.

Cur. Away you three inch foole; I am no beast.

Gru. Am I but three inches? Why thy horne is a foot and fo long am I at the leaft. But wilt thou make a fire or shall I complaine on thee to our miftris, whose hand (she being now at hand) thou shalt foone feele, to thy cold comfort, for being flow in thy hot office.

Cur. I prethee good Grumio, tell me, how goes the world? Gru. A cold world Curtis in euery office but thine, and therefore fire: doe thy dutie, and haue thy dutie, for my master and miftris are allmost frozen to death.

Cur. There's fire readie, and therefore good Grumio the

newes.

Gru. Why Iacke boy, ho boy, and as much newes as thou wilt.

Cur. Come, you are so full of conicatching.

Gru. Why therefore fire, for I haue caught extreme cold. Where's the cooke, is fupper readie, the house trim'd, rushes ftrew'd, cobwebs fwept, the feruingmen in their new fuftion, the white stockings, and euery officer his wedding garment on? Be the lackes faire within, the Gils faire without, the carpets laide, and euery thing in order?

Cur. All ready and therefore I pray thee newes.

Gru. First known my horfe is tired, my mafter and miftris falne out.

Cur, How?

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Gru.

Gru. Out of their faddles into the durt, and thereby hangs a tale.

Cur. Let's ha't good Grumio.

Gru. Lend thine eare.

Cur. Heere.

Gru. There.

Cur. This 'tis to feele a tale, not to heare a tale.

Gru. And therefore 'tis cal'd a fenfible tale: and this cuffe was but to knocke at your eare, and befeech liftning: now I begin inprimis we came downe a foule hill, my master riding behinde my miftris.

Cur. Both of one horse?

Gru. What's that to thee?
Cur. Why a horse.

Gru. Tell thou the tale: but hadft thou not croft me, thou shouldft haue heard how her horfe fell, and fhe vnder her horse thou shouldft haue heard in how miery a place, how fhe was bemoil'd, how he left her with the horse vpon her, how he beate me because her horfe ftumbled, how fhe waded through the durt to plucke him off me: how he fwore, how the prai'd, that neuer prai'd before: how I cried, how the horfes ranne away, how her bridle was burst : how I loft my crupper, with many thinges of worthy memo. rie, which now shall die in obliuion, and thou returne vnexperienc'd to the graue.

Cur. By this reckning he more fhrew than fhe.

Gru. I, and that thou and the proudest of you all shall finde when he comes home. But what talke I of this? Call forth Nathaniell, Iofeph, Nicholas, Phillip, Walter, Sugerfop and the reft let their heads bee flickely comb'd, their blew coats brush'd, and their garters of an indifferent knit, let them curtfie with their left legges, and not prefume to touch a

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