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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. Who knows not that?
Gru. Thou, it seems; that callest for company to coun-
tenance her.

Curt. I call them forth to credit her.
Gru. Why, she comes to borrow nothing of them. ·

Enter several Servants.
Nath. Welcome home, Grumio.
Phil. How now, Grumio ?
Jos. What, Grumio!
Nich. Fellow Grumio!
Nath. Ilow now, old lad ?
Gru. Welcome, you; - how now, you; what, you; —
fellow, you; — and thus much for greeting. Now, my
spruce companions, is all ready, and all things neat?

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!--
You logger-headed and unpolished grooms!
What, no attendance ? no regard ? no duty ?
Where is the foolish knave I sent before ?

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 ?

[Sings.

Where are those sit down, Kate, and welcome.
Soud, soud, soud, soud!.

Re-enter Servants, with supper.
Why, when I say?- Nay, good, sweet Kate, be merry.
Off with my boots, you rogues, you villains. When ?

It was the friar of orders gray, i [Sings.

As he forth walked on his way,
Out, out, you rogue! you pluck my foot awry:
Take that, and mend the plucking off the other.-

[Strikes him.
Be merry, Kate. — Some water, here; what, ho!
Where's my spaniel Troilus? — Sirrah, get you hence,
And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither;-

.. ...[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!
Come, Kate, sit down; I know you have a stomach.
Will you give thanks, sweet Kate; or else shall I?-
What is this? mutton ?
1 Serv.

Ay.
Pet.

Who brought it? 1 Serv.

Pet. 'Tis burnt; and so is all the meat.
What dogs are these !—Where is the rascal cook ?
How durst you, villains, bring it from the dresser,
And serve it thus to me that love it not ?
There, take it to you, trenchers, cups, and all:

[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
Wille, Kate, siteson, beetle-Mon; twas a fun [Strikes"

For it engendly am forbid to tournt and dried away

For it engenders choler, planteth anger;
And better 'twere that both of us did fast,
Since, of ourselves, ourselves are choleric,
Than feed it with such over-roasted flesh.

Be patient; to-morrow it shall be mended,
And, for this night, we'll fast for company.-
Come, I will bring thee to thy bridal chamber.

[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.

VOL. II.-4.

SCENE II. Padua. Before Baptista's House.

Enter Tranio and HORTENSIO.
Tra. Is't possible, friend Licio, that Bianca
Doth fancy any other but Lucentio ?
I tell you, sir, she bears me fair in hand.

Hor. Sir, to satisfy you in what I have said,
Stand by, and mark the manner of his teaching.

[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 !
I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful.

Hor. Mistake no more. I am not Licio,
Nor a musician, as I seem to be;
But one that scorn to live in this disguise,
For such a one as leaves a gentleman,
And makes a god of such a cullion
Know, sir, that I am called --Hortensio.

Tra. Seignior Hortensio, I have often heard
Of your entire affection to Bianca;
And since mine eyes are witness of her lightness,
I will with you - if you be so contented —
Forswear Bianca and her love forever.

Hor. See how they kiss and court!-Seignior Lucentio,
Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow –
Never to woo her more; but do forswear her,
As one unworthy all the former favors i
That I have fondly flattered her withal.

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.
And so farewell, seignior Lucentio.-
Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,
Shall win my love ; — and so I take my leave,
In resolution as I swore before.
[Exit HORTENSIO.-LUCENTIO and BIANCA

advance.
Tra. Mistress Bianca, bless you with such grace
As 'longeth to a lover's blessed case !
Nay, I have ta’en you napping, gentle love;
And have forsworn you, with Hortensio.

Bian. Tranio, you jest. But have you both forsworn me?
Tra. Mistress, we have.
Luc. .

Then we are rid of Licio.
Tra. I'faith, he'll have a lusty widow now,
That shall be wooed and wedded in a day.

Bian. God give him joy!
Tra. Ay, and he'll tame her.
Bian.

He says so, Tranio.
Tra. 'Faith, he is gone unto the taming-school.
Bian. The taming-school! what, is there such a place ?

Tra. Ay, mistress, and Petruchio is the master;
That teacheth tricks eleven-and-twenty long,
To tame a shrew, and charm her chattering tongue.

Enter BIONDELLO, running. .
Bion. O master, master, I have watched so long
That I'm dog-weary; but at last I spied
An ancient angel coming down the hill
Will serve the turn.
Tra.

What is he, Biondello?
Bion. Master, a mercatante, or a pedant,
I know not what; but formal in apparel,
In gait and countenance surely like a father.

Luc. And what of him, Tranio ?

Tra. If he be credulous, and trust my tale,
I'll make him glad to seem Vincentio ;
And give assurance to Baptista Minola,
As if he were the right Vincentio.
Take in your love, and then let me alone.

[Exeunt LUCENTIO and BIANCA.

Enter a Pedant.
Ped. God save you, sir! -
Tra.

And you, sir! You are welcome. Travel you far on, or are you at the farthest ?

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