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Gru. Call them forth.
Curt. Do you hear, ho? You must meet my master to countenance my mistress.
Gru. Why, she hath a face of her own.
Curt. I call them forth to credit her.
Enter several Servants.
Nath. All things is ready. How near is our master ?
Gru. E'en at hand, alighted by this; and therefore be not - Cock's passion, silence! I hear my master.
Enter PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA. Pet. Where be these knaves ? What, no man at door, To hold my stirrup, nor to take my horse ! Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip?
All Serv. Here, here, sir; here, sir.
Pet. Here, sir! here, sir! here, sir! here, sir!--
Gru. Here, sir; as foolish as I was before.
Pet. You peasant swain! you whoreson, malt-horse drudge! Did I not bid thee meet me in the park, And bring along these rascal knaves with thee?
Gru. Nathaniel's coat, sir, was not fully made, And Gabriel's pumps were all unpinked i'the heel; There was no link to color Peter's hat, And Walter's dagger was not come from sheathing.. There were none fine, but Adam, Ralph, and Gregory; The rest were ragged, old, and beggarly; Yet, as they are, here are they come to meet you. Pet. Go, rascals, go, and fetch my supper in.
[Exeunt some of the Servants ? Where is the life that late I led ?
Where are those sit down, Kate, and welcome.
Re-enter Servants, with supper.
It was the friar of orders gray, i [Sings.
As he forth walked on his way,
.. ...[Exit Servant. One, Kate, that you must kiss, and be acquainted with.Where are my slippers ? — Shall I have some water ?
[A basin is presented to him. Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily.- .
Servant lets the ewer fall. You whoreson villain! will you let it fall ? [Strikes him.
Kath. Patience, I pray you; 'twas a fault unwilling.
Pet. A whoreson, beetle-headed, flap-eared knave!
Who brought it? 1 Serv.
Pet. 'Tis burnt; and so is all the meat.
[Throws the meat, fc. about the stage. You heedless joltheads, and unmannered slaves ! What, do you grumble? I'll be with you straight.
Kath. I pray you, husband, be not so disquiet; The meat was well, if you were so contented.
Pet. I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dried away;
Comet. A mihience, I prill you leteirant
For it engendly am forbid to tournt and dried away
For it engenders choler, planteth anger;
Be patient; to-morrow it shall be mended,
[Exeunt Pet., Kati., and Curt. Nath. [Advancing.] Peter, didst ever see the like? Peter. He kills her in her own humor.
Re-enter CURTIS. Gru. Where is he?
Curt. In her chamber, Making a sermon of continency to her; And rails, and swears, and rates; that she, poor soul, Knows not which way to stand, to look, to speak; And sits as one new-risen from a dream. Away, away! for he is coming hither.
[Exeunt. Re-enter PETRUCHIO. Pet. Thus have I politicly begun my reign, And 'tis my hope to end successfully. My falcon now is sharp, and passing empty, And, till she stoop, she must not be full-gorged, For then, she never looks upon her lure. Another way I have to man my haggard, To make her come, and know her keeper's call, That is, to watch her, as we watch these kites That bate, and beat, and will not be obedient. She ate no meat to-day, nor none shall eat; Last night she slept not, nor to-night she shall not; As with the meat, some undeserved fault I'll find about the making of the bed; And here I'll fling the pillow, there the bolster, This way the coverlet, another way the sheets.Ay, and amid this hurly, I intend That all is done in reverend care of her ; And, in conclusion, she shall watch all night; And, if she chance to nod, I'll rail and brawl, And with the clamor keep her still awake. This is the way to kill a wife with kindness; And thus I'll curb her mad and headstrong humor. He that knows better how to tame a shrew, Now let him speak; 'tis charity to show. . [Exit.
SCENE II. Padua. Before Baptista's House.
Enter Tranio and HORTENSIO.
Hor. Sir, to satisfy you in what I have said,
[They stand aside. Enter Bianca and LUCENTIO. Luc. Now, mistress, profit you in what you read ? Bian. What, master, read you? First resolve me that. Luc. I read that I profess, the art to love. . Bian. And may you prove, sir, master of your art ! Luc. While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of my heart.
[They retire. Hor. Quick proceeders, marry! Now tell me, I pray, You that dost swear that your mistress Bianca Loved none in the world so well as Lucentio.
Tra. O despiteful love! unconstant womankind !
Hor. Mistake no more. I am not Licio,
Tra. Seignior Hortensio, I have often heard
Hor. See how they kiss and court!-Seignior Lucentio,
Tra. And here I take the like unfeigned oath,Ne'er to marry with her though she would entreat. Fie on her! see how beastly she doth court him.
Hor. 'Would all the world, but he, had quite forsworn! For me,– that I may surely keep mine oath,I will be married to a wealthy widow, Ere three days pass; which hath as long loved me,
As I have loved this proud, disdainful haggard.
Bian. Tranio, you jest. But have you both forsworn me?
Then we are rid of Licio.
Bian. God give him joy!
He says so, Tranio.
Tra. Ay, mistress, and Petruchio is the master;
Enter BIONDELLO, running. .
What is he, Biondello?
Luc. And what of him, Tranio ?
Tra. If he be credulous, and trust my tale,
[Exeunt LUCENTIO and BIANCA.
Enter a Pedant.
And you, sir! You are welcome. Travel you far on, or are you at the farthest ?