haire of my masters horse-taile till they kiffe their hands. Are they all readie?

Cur. They are.

Gru. Call them forth.

Cur. Doe you heare ho? you must meete my maister to countenance my mistris.

Gru. Why fhe hath a face of her owne.

Cur. Who knowes not that?

Gru. Thou it feemes, that calls for company to counte nance her.

Cur. I call them forth to credit her.

Enter foure or fiue feruingmen.

Gru. Why the comes to borrow nothing of them.

Nat. Welcome home Grumio.

Phil. How now Grumio.

Iof. What Grumio.

Nick. Fellow Grumio.

Nat. How now old lad.

Gru. Welcome you: how now you: what you : fellow you and thus much for greeting. Now my fpruce companions, is all readie, and all things neate?

Nat. All things is readie, how neere is our master?

Gru. E'ne at hand, alighted by this: and therefore be notCockes paffion, filence, I heere my mafter.

Enter Petruchio and Kate.

Pet. Where be thefe knaues? what no man at doore

To hold my stirrop, nor to take my horse?

Where is Nathaniell, Gregory, Phillip.

All fer. Heese, heere fir, heere fir.

Pet.

Pet. Heere fir, heere fir, heere fir, heere fir. You logger-headed and vnpollifht groomes : What? no attendants? no regard? no dutie? Where is the foolish knaue I sent before?

Gru. Heere fir, as foolish as I was before.

Pet. You pezant, fwaine, you horfon malt-horse drudg
Did I not bid thee meete me in the Parke,
And bring along thefe rafcall knaues with thee?
Gru. Nathaniels coat fir was not fully made,
And Gabriels pumpes, were all vnpinkt i'th heele :
There was no linke to colour Peters hat,

And Walters dagger was not come from fheathing:
There were none fine, but Adam, Rafe and Gregorie,
The reft were ragged, old, and beggerly,

Yet as they are, heere they are come to meete you.
Pet. Go rafcals, go, and fetch my fupper in.

Where is the life that late I led ?

Where are those? Sit downe Kate,

And welcome. Soud, foud, foud, foud.

Enter feruants with supper.

Why when I say? Nay good sweete Kate be merrie.
Off with my boots, you rogues: you villaines, when?
It was the friar of orders gray,

As he forth walked on his way.

Out you rogue, you plucke my foot awrie,

Take that, and mend the plucking of the other.
Be merrie Kate: fome water heere: what hoa.

Enter one with water.

Where's my spaniel Troilus? Sirra, get you hence,
And bid my cozen Ferdinand come

hither :

Ex.fer.

One

One Kate that you must kiffe, and be acquainted with.
Where are my flippers? fhall I haue fome water?
Come Kate and wash, and welcome heartily:
You horfon villaine, will you let it fall?

Kate. Patience I pray you, 'twas a fault vnwilling.
Pet. A horfon beetle-headed flap-ear'd knaue:
Come Kate fit downe, I know you haue a ftomack,
Will you giue thankes, fweete Kate, or else shall I?
What's this, mutton?

1 Ser. I.

Pet. Who brought it?

Peter. I.

Pet. 'Tis burnt, and fo is all the meat

What dogges are these? where is the rafcall cooke?
How durft you villaines bring it from the dreffer
And ferue it thus to me that loue it not?
There, take it to you, trenchers, cups, and all:
You heedleffe iolt-heads and vnmanner'd flaues.
What, do you grumble? Ile be with you straight.
Kate. I pray you husband be not fo difquiet,
The meat was well, if you were fo contented.
Pet. I tell thee Kate, 'twas burnt and dried away,
And I expreffefly am forbid to touch it:
For it engenders choller, planteth anger,
And better 'twere that both of vs did fast,
Since of ourfelues, ourfelues are chollericke,
Then feede it with fuch ouer-rosted flesh:
Be patient, to morrow 't fhall be mended,
And for this night we'l fast for companie.
Come I will bring thee to thy bridall chamber.

Exeunt.

Enter

Enter feruants feverally.

Nat. Peter didft euer fee the like.

Peter. He kills her in her owne humor.

Grumio, Where is he?

Enter Curtis a feruant.

Cur. In her chamber, making a fermon of continencie to her, and railes, and fweares, and rates, that she (poore foule) knowes not which way to ftand, to looke, to fpeake, and fits as one new rifen from a dreame. Away, away, for he is comming hither.

Enter Petruchio.

Pet. Thus haue I politickely begun my reigne,
And 'tis my hope to end fucceffefully :

My faulcon now is sharpe, and paffing emptie,
And till she stoope, fhe muft not be full gorg'd,
For then the neuer lookes vpon her lure,
Another way I haue to man my haggard,
To make her come, and know her keepers call:
That is, to watch her, as we watch these kites,
That baite, and beate, and will not be obedient:
She eate no meate to day, nor none shall eate.
Laft night she slept not, nor to night she shall not:
As with the meat, fome vndeferued fault

Ile finde about the making of the bed,

And heere Ile fling the pillow, there the boulster,
This way the couerlet, another way the sheets :
I, and amid this hurly I intend,

That all is done in reuerend care of her,
And in conclufion, fhe fhall watch all night,
And if she chance to nod, Ile raile and brawle,
And with the clamour keepe her still awake:

This is a way to kill a wife with kindneffe,

And thus Ile curbe her mad and headstrong humors

He that knowes better how to tame a fhrew,

Now let him speake, 'tis charitie to shew.

Enter Tranio and Hortenfio.

Tra. Is't poffible friend Lifio, that mistris Bianca Doth fancie any other but Lucentio,

I tell you fir, fhe beares me faire in hand.

Luc. Sir, to fatisfie you in what I haue faid, Stand by, and marke the manner of his teaching.

Enter Bianca.

Hor. Now miftris profit you in what you read?
Bian. What mafter reade you first, refolue me that?
Hor. I read, that I profeffe the art to loue.

Bian. And may you proue fir master of your art.

Exit.

Luc. While you sweete deere proue mistresse of my heart. Hor. Quicke proceeders marry, now tell me I pray, You that durft sweare that your mistris Bianca Lou'd me in the world fo well as Lucentio.

Tra. Oh despightfull loue, vnconstant womankind,

I tell thee Lifio this is wonderfull.

Hor. Miftake no more, I om not Lifio,

Nor a mufitian as I feeme to bee,

But one that scorne to liue in this disguise,
Fór fuch a one as leaues a gentleman,

And makes a god of fuch a cullion,
Know fir, that I am call'd Hortenfio.

Tra. Signior Hortenfio, I haue often heard

Of your intire affection to Bianca,

And fince mine eyes are witnesse of her lightneffe,